"Hah!"

Baker laughed directly at Vivian's request, and then said to Vivian with a mocking face: "Just change the conditions, I promise you won't be nailed to the wall by the black Caesar, how about it." ”

Vivien silently pulled out a pocket watch-like object from her bosom.

Contract tokens.

Open it.

The contract token opens upwards, and on the left, a crimson handprint is conspicuous, and on the right, it is blank.

This is a testimony of the covenant.

InterContinental has two rules, first, you must not commit murder inside the hotel, and second, every contract token must be cashed.

If it is a rule-breaker, there is no doubt that the instructions of the high table are just one word.

Kill!

"It's your blood, Jairo Moulton." Vivien held up the token and looked at Baker, "Do you want to regret it?" ”

It's funny.

Baker didn't actually ask Vivien to help him with anything, but Vivien did have his token.

Because Vivien originally had Jane Fawkes' contract token.

Because during a mission, before Baker came to New York, Jane Fox encountered a huge trouble, and Vivien gave Jane Fox the blessing to get Jane's contract token.

And then ......

Vivien gives Jane Fawkes a mortal mission for Jane to complete, and Baker goes straight to Vivien and exchanges his token for Jane Fawkes's contract token.

That's what happened last year.

Baker sneered, "Do you think I care?" ”

Like Baker abiding by his own Wall Street turf, abiding by the rules of the Intercontinental Hotel is not something Baker is really willing to follow, but he will only obey it because he is troublesome.

Again, that's the same sentence.

Even if Baker can't destroy the Intercontinental Hotel, it is a very simple thing for the world to evaporate and make the Intercontinental Hotel unable to find him.

Vivien's eyes shrank, "So, you rejected the contract token?" ”

Baker said, "I said, on other terms, I will protect you from being nailed to the wall by the black Caesar." ”

Killing Black Caesar was not a difficult task for Baker.

But......

Kill for Mao?

The black Caesar is just to get his pension back, and he is far from hatred, near hatred, why do murderers.

The most important point.

In this world, Baker wants to kill whoever he wants, not that you say you want Baker to kill.

You said I'd kill me?

How old are you?

Baker smiled, got up, and looked at Vivien: "When you asked me for the contract token, I said that what you thought was worthless in my eyes. ”

Last year, it was the time when Baker officially made a name for himself in the assassin circle, so Vivien, who didn't know where to find out about his relationship with Jane Fox, directly threw a small trick to trick Baker into the contract token in his hand.

Perhaps Vivien thinks that Baker's contract token is more useful than Jane Fawkes's.

Who knows.

Baker shook the empty coffee cup in his hand and finally said to Vivien, "Well, I will guarantee that you will not die, even if you remove the two thighs of the black Caesar, I will guarantee that the black Caesar will not kill you." ”

Vivien narrowed her beautiful eyes and looked at Baker in front of her.

The black-haired Baker's expression and appearance are unremarkable.

But......

Vivien read something different from Baker's expression.

It seems that Baker is more afraid of the Black Caesar than the Intercontinental Hotel.

"You're scared."

"Huh."

Baker smiled again and looked at Vivien: "I'm useless in agitating the law, Black Caesar has no grievances with me, you won't know my three principles, and besides, what I hate the most is that others order me." ”

said.

Baker didn't mind revealing a little information to Vivien: "Actually, you should be glad that I should have been the one who came to kill you." ”

Vivien looked at Baker, "What?" ”

Baker smiled: "I didn't expect it, you shouldn't know that the target you are going to embezzle the pension is an old friend of the Red Devils, if it weren't for the fact that I hate people ordering me to do things, your company would have ceased to exist a month ago." ”

Vivien's eyes shrank as she heard the Red Devil's name, and she looked at Baker, "What you said is true?" ”

Baker shrugged: "Believe it or not." ”

Vivien stood there, her eyes flickering.

The next second.

Vivien looked at the contract token in her hand, and then said to Baker, "I have something to do, let's go first." ”

Baker frowned inwardly.

Seem......

Vivien knew why the Red Devils wanted to deal with their company.

Baker said bluntly: "I'm going to be in Washington, D.C. for a day at most, and I'm not going to wait." ”

When he is what?

Mascot?

The kind that comes and goes when you are called?

Vivien turned to look at Baker.

Baker said with a faint expression: "You seem to know the purpose of the Red Devils for you, why don't you do this, I'll help you deal with the Black Caesar, you tell me why?" ”

Vivien laughed: "Jairo Moulton, what you have in your hands now, but there are many people who are worried about us, why, there is still time to worry about us, and besides, didn't you say before that you wouldn't deal with Black Caesar?" ”

Baker's face was expressionless: "Just now, now is now." ”

Vivien said, "But I don't need it now. ”

said.

Vivien made a goodbye gesture to Baker, then walked straight to the side of the road and drove away.

Baker chuckled, then looked thoughtfully at Vivien's departing taillights.

Seem......

Looks like there's something interesting involved.

Do you have time to worry about us?

Could it be that the Damocles Enterprise also has the whereabouts or records of a golden apple or something?

Baker's eyes lit up.

The next second.

Baker shook his head decisively, if the Red Devils were interested in the Damocles Enterprise because of the Golden Apple, then there was no reason why the Templars wouldn't not pay attention, or Tiber Island.

A mere emerging Damocles company has no qualifications to protect this golden apple.

So here's the problem.

What are the Red Devils thinking about them?

Baker thought so, and after flagging down a taxi and getting in, he switched his gaze to that of Kodo, the bald eagle, who was already watching at the top of the Damocles corporate headquarters.

into the eyes.

It is condescending, decorated like the headquarters of the Damocles enterprise with the royal style of medieval Europe.

"Fack!"

"Shet!"

At this moment, in his very luxurious office, Stupid Pig Brut is smashing with his golf club.

This morning he received two pieces of bad news.

First, the black Caesar was ready to come to him.

Second, the Canadian side, which had negotiated a price and was ready to acquire their company, directly announced the unilateral cancellation of the acquisition.

……