"It's over, it's over." Robert yelled in frustration as the ball flew out of Jonny's hand and landed in the arms of the lunging kicker.

"Haha, it's so good!" He turned his worries into joy, and the kicker's every move began to tug at his heart.

"Win, win!" Robert jumped out of his chair as the kicker stepped into the blue touchdown zone, applauding along with the TV audience as the camera panned and a large number of blue jerseys were waving their helmets towards the touchdown zone.

Kramer took the initiative to reach out to Robert, and his excited father, who was now full of purple, reached out and touched the untouched pillar beer with the mercenary, and then drank half of it in one go, while Kramer had already drunk it, staring at him with interest.

"I didn't expect you to have a son like that." The thin-faced mercenary smiled for the first time in front of Robert.

"Thank you, thank you." Still immersed in joy, Robert hurriedly said.

"You're a scholar, a politician, and he's a good soldier with first-class speed and reflexes, and that's a good fit for us......," Kramer said with his fingers stroking the stubble on his chin, as if with deep feelings.

"Do you mean to be a mercenary who kills people without blinking?" Robert's expression had gradually cooled.

"Remember, it's such mercenaries who are constantly saving your life......" Kramer pointed out lightly, leaving Robert speechless.

"I'm not asking you to ...... I mean, to save my life......" Robert couldn't go on anymore after thinking about it, and unlike the hypocritical kindness of liberals, he was still relatively pragmatic. Man is a sword, I am a fish, and he thinks he is incapable of instructing a mercenary to be good or not to kill, and that might make things worse.

"You still haven't told me who is going to kill me." Robert had no choice but to say.

"Is this important?" Kramer stared at the screen of the equipment in his hand and asked casually.

"Maybe not for you, but for me it is, I need to know who my enemy is......" Robert frowned.

"What can you do if you know that?" There seemed to be an imperceptible sneer on Kramer's swarthy face.

Spreading your hole cards can make your opponent throw a bogey, as long as you do it the right way, and don't become a worthless victim without the opponent's knowledge, Robert thought.

"Maybe you can't do anything, but at least you can die and understand." For this name by Sophia. Heinrich's mercenaries were reluctant to reveal his heart, and since Alex informed him of the conspiracy behind Balder's crisis and died tragically, years of political experience had taught him that the shorter the list of trusts, the safer the secrets hidden.

"Well, I can't fault that answer." Kramer hid his face behind the device again, and after a while finally said, "Maybe the wisest thing you can do right now is to pack up and come with me, Lord Aki." ”

"Why?" Robert was surprised.

"This is not a one-shot deal, and your calamity is far from over." He turned the device around for Robert to see, and a file was displayed on the screen, and on the moving photo above, an unfamiliar face of Robert stared at him with a grim face.

"Who is this?" Robert asked.

"White. Brian...... Nicknamed 'The Murderer', one of the men who kidnapped you last time, a former captain of the Army's Special Operations Brigade...... Before I killed him, I worked for Stennis Maintenance. ”

"Security company, do you mean they're all bodyguards?" Robert didn't quite understand this.

"It's a mercenary like me." Kramer explained. "Stannis is the second only private subordinate group of the Minotaur in the Silver Alliance, unlike most of the members of the True Guard, who are alien mercenaries or cultivated warriors, their front-line personnel are almost all military elites of the former Silver Alliance, and they are the best human mercenaries that money can buy."

"The best? Then why didn't you join this Stennis side? Robert couldn't help but ask curiously.

"The price of 'True Guard' is higher." Kramer's answer was straightforward.

"Oh...... What a stupid question. Robert shook his head helplessly, suddenly thought of something and frowned and asked, "Then who hired them to kill me?" ”

"Kill you?" Kramer shook his head. "Battlefield psychology, tracking masters, detective experts, just by looking at this Brian's file, you can be sure that it was a kidnapping, if they want to kill you, they will not send such a person."

"If I want to kill you......" The mercenary suddenly glanced at the window on the side of Robert's apartment, which was still some distance from where he was sitting. Just a simple sniper with more than 10,000 rounds of experience in feeding ammunition is enough, and there are so many people like that, it basically doesn't cost anything......"

"You ......" Robert was a little dumbfounded, he couldn't argue with Kramer about this, it was worth the money to kill himself, he should send another 20,000 rounds to execute anything, right?

"They did say someone wanted to see ......me before they knocked me out," Robert recalled, remembering that the leader had said something like that.

"Looks like you've got some mysterious fans." Kramer teased Robert, and he somehow didn't seem to have a bad feeling for this politician of no low rank. "Could it be a crazy fan of your son? You know, kidnapped the father in order to trick the little guy into getting a valuable autograph? Or the right of the first night? He smiled.

"Please don't make such a clumsy joke." Robert said unhappily. "I bet you must have children, can you accept that people say that about your children?"

"I'm sorry." Kramer, who had been smiling, quickly apologized, which made Robert more sure of the fact that he was a father, and he nodded and stopped talking, while continuing to watch TV. When the channel replays the wonderful picture just now, the son is waving to the stands in the winning team, at this time, the camera gathers and shoots at the Taylor family who are frantically responding to Jonny, and in the close-up of the camera, he sees Joanna in the crowd smiling happily, she is simply beautiful in the picture, which makes his heart ache suddenly.