Baker came to Spain this time with the passport of the black-haired Jairo Moulton, and when he was away, Baker usually acted on a trumpet.

As for the tuba?

The big Baker Morton is a serious Wall Street investment giant with a clean net worth and is a typical diamond king.

Baker made two steps in three and squeezed in as the elevator closed.

"Ding!"

A man and a woman who walked into the elevator looked at the elevator that was about to close the door, as if they sensed something and opened it again, and were slightly stunned.

There's no bear kid pressing the elevator outside.

Fortunately.

The second closing of the elevator was smooth.

A man and a woman did not seem to have any interest in communicating, and twenty seconds later, the elevator stopped on the twentieth floor where the Baker Hotel room was located.

Baker made his way back into the room.

Ten seconds later.

There was a knock on the door of the room.

"Who."

"Room service."

A sneering smile appeared at the corner of Baker's mouth, room service, are you stupid, or do you think I'm stupid?

Although the man and woman did not talk to each other in the elevator, Baker was sure that the two were not from Tiber Island.

Is it one of my enemies?

Baker thought to himself, but considering his professional attributes, the only people he killed were those who should be killed and those who should not be killed, and Baker generally did not easily make revenge.

After all, people are floating in the rivers and lakes, and it is better to have more friends than multiple enemies.

But when it comes to being ruthless, Baker generally follows the most basic idea that a family needs to be neat.

For example, when I was sixteen years old, after my parents passed away, I thought about coming over and robbing my parents of the car repair shop they had left behind.

Baker didn't even spare a Chihuahua raised by the organization.

"No, thank you."

“……”

There seemed to be silence outside the room, and the next second, poof, a bullet from a silencer pistol hit the door lock, and with a bang, the man kicked the door hard.

A professional assassin, a man and a woman from a husband-and-wife duo shop, walked into the room.

Bang.

"Toilet!"

The female assassin winked at her husband, and the two of them made their way to the toilet in a wary manner.

That's when it happened.

"Bang!"

Baker appeared behind a man and a woman, and then struck the female assassin with a single blow of his knife, and the male assassin was shocked.

Bang.

Baker punched the male assassin in his nostrils, and then his right hand burst out, knocking the male assassin unconscious once again.

Baker looked at the broken door, then looked back at the two Assassins who had fainted on the ground and shook his head.

Is this a hexagram forgotten when you go out?

Half an hour later.

Baker twisted the mineral water bottle in his hand and poured it directly on the ordinary-looking female assassin, who should be about thirty years old.

The female assassin choked on the mineral water and coughed a few times before she opened her eyes faintly.

The next second.

The female Assassin looked at her current situation, being tied to a chair and placed in the bathroom, while her husband was still asleep.

"Three seconds."

"Name, age, where you're from, why you're looking for me."

"Let's go."

The female assassin snorted coldly after Baker's words fell.

The corners of Baker's mouth curved slightly.

"Bang!"

"Ah...... Woo! ”

The male assassin who was shot directly in the inner thigh woke up in an instant and let out a cry of pain like killing a pig, but soon he couldn't breathe anymore.

Because Baker still had some hot muzzle stuffed directly into the male assassin's mouth.

"Three seconds!"

"Say it or say, or die."

"Let's go!"

Baker looked at the female assassin with an expressionless face, and her tone was as if she was killing a chicken, and the female assassin no longer pretended, but directly told them why they came back and forth like pouring beans.

These two men were not assassins, but professional killers, and, if you looked closely, these two killers were not recognized as killers by the InterContinental Hotel.

Wild killers.

The two men, the man's name was Albon and the woman's name was Behrami, and they were Albanians.

Since it is an Albanian, there is no doubt that it must be a killer of the Albanian organization.

In fact, this is exactly what happened.

The two men had been ordered to come and arrest two hours earlier, and as for why, they were killers, not lawyers, and they didn't need to listen to the reason.

"Two hours ago?"

Baker frowned, two hours ago, it was almost the time he had just checked in at the hotel.

So......

Did the hotel leak information, or was it someone who got off the plane and was followed?

Baker felt it should be the first.

It's just that......

When have I provoked an Albanian organization like a mad dog?

Yes.

Mad dog.

Or the flower of sin blooming in Europe?

Ordinary people describe the Albanian organization as the flower of sin, and insiders generally call it a mad dog.

Albanian gangsters were spread all over Europe, and even because of their highly organized and brutal violent actions that defied all rules, the traditional organizations in Western and Central Europe, including the Italian mafia and the Corsican guilds in France, could not help but shy away from them.

As for Albania's main industry, it can be described as such a joke.

A 14-year-old girl is robbed from the street in broad daylight on her way to school, and a day later she may appear in any developed country in Europe as a tool responsible for making money from her flesh and skin.

Albania is still the largest transit point for human trafficking in Europe, and through this basic industry, these people spread the color industry, the gambling industry, and the Bliss drug trade industry like a virus throughout Europe.

Even.

In various parts of Europe, and even in some remote parts of the Federation, inns were opened for the pleasure of the wealthy of the world.

The inn is membership-only and has an inn name that sounds creepy.

Skinskin Inn to find out.

So......

Like most people, although Baker does not instigate Albania, he has no intention of being a good person, he is not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child, and without that kind of enthusiasm, he can't change the world.

The most important point.

Why should he be the savior of these white people? Virgin?

Although Baker's life is called Baker Morton, the surname of the life with memory is the surname Bei, and the surname Bei can be traced back to the surname Ji.

So.

Baker doesn't remember how he crossed paths with the Albanian organization.

So here's the problem.

Why did Albania send someone to kidnap him?

Hospitality?

Baker slowly got up, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The next second.

Baker walked out of the toilet.

The gun in the right hand is facing behind him.

The husband and wife killer's eyes shrank.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

“……”