"My child, why are you lost?" The Arab in his 30s asked with a pretense of possibility.

"Not lost, we're looking for you." John replied.

"Do you think I'm talking about your location?" The young elder smiled, "I've never seen a man fight so fiercely, and finally returned to the place where he started, tell me, Jonathan, why do you want to live?" ”

"My wife, Helen, to remember her, to remember our lives."

"So you're seeking to survive for the memory of love?"

"At least a chance to earn it."

"I can give you one last chance to earn your life. Although, it may not be the life you want. Complete a mission for us and your wanted will be revoked and you will be allowed to live. Not to survive under a high table, of course, but to be bound by it and do what you do best for the rest of your days. The choice is yours. Die right now, or continue to live and remember until you die. ”

John thought about it, what is he best at, it is not killing, that is, he will not have any retirement in the future, only killing, until one day he is also killed by others.

"So, what do I do?"

"Of course, life can only be exchanged for life, the first target, Winston."

"What?"

"He forgot his loyalty. Your bounty and excommunication orders won't be suspended until you complete your mission, so if you want to live and want to keep remembering, that's the decision you have to make. ”

John was lost in thought, and the elder did not force him, but turned his gaze to Richard.

"Alright, it's your turn, kid, a rookie killer, what are you after? What gives you the courage to stand up to a high table, what do you want, name? Sharp? ”

"Hehe, what I'm looking for isn't that complicated." Richard smiled, "I've done so much just to get the job done. ”

"What task, who gave it to you?" The elder frowned, if what this kid said was true, the things contained in this were a bit complicated.

"He gave it." Richard pointed to the sky, causing the old man to look up.

"You mean..."

"Heaven of course."

Bang!

The crisp sound of gunfire rang out in the tent, and the young elder fell down with an unbelievable look on his face, the bullet hole in his forehead proved that his life was gone, and he didn't even let people take away the pistols on John and Richard because of his conceit, probably, he thought that no one would dare to assassinate a member of the high table, but why didn't he want to think about it, let alone Richard, it was John, and he also had the lives of two high table chairmen in his hands.

"Mission Progress: Chairman of the High Table 2/3"

"Richard! You lunatic! ”

Bang! Phew!

John scolded Richard as he took out a pistol from his arms and shot at the bodyguards around him, what could he do, and he had died again, and this time he had no other way out.

Phew!

"Come on, John, let's face it, can you shoot Winston who spared you once?" Richard and John stood back to back and began to play less against more again.

"Don't hope anything for these directors, their whole code of conduct is to maintain their rule, kill Winston first, and then let you kill everyone who has helped you one by one, so that you will become a walking dead who only knows how to kill, they need your killing skills, not you as a person."

John stopped talking, and the most annoying thing was Richard's point, which always pierced people's hearts with the truth.

Bang!

After killing the last bodyguard, there were only two of them left with the two-legged creatures standing there, and Richard pulled the phone out of his pocket.

"Hey, Sophia, we've got it, come pick us up. Where are we, you can ask me. ”

Richard handed the phone to John, "Come, Sophia, tell her where we are." ”

"Did you really kill another high table?" Before John could speak, Sophia's surprised voice came from the earpiece.

"Yes, it was Richard who did it..."

"You guys are so good, I thought he was just talking, don't worry, I'll reorganize the forces of Casablanca."

It turned out that this was what Richard and Sophia were talking about last night, and he was really going to kill the high table from the beginning, and John felt so tired that he didn't want to move...

"Oh yes, I'm going to pick you up, where are you now?"

“.... From yesterday we separated from the position all the way to the north, about 60 kilometers near the position. "Forget it, I'm not dead anyway, and I don't want to kill my friends, so let's follow them and toss around, what do you love...

Soon, the helicopter found them and took them back to Casablanca, Sofia did have two brushes, although they had already swept away all the killers who were loyal to the high table last night, and she was able to bring the others together so quickly, which also showed her leadership skills, in short, much better than John.

"Where are you going now?" Picking them up from the plane, Sophia immediately asked, now is not the time to rest, but more to race against time.

"Of course, if you go back to New York, if you want to kill Winston, you won't just prepare for John." Richard looked at John, well, now he looked so cold that he looked a lot like a proper tool man.

"Winston? It is said that there is an adjudicator in New York now, who has already punished the Russians and Bao Weirui, and it seems that she is the agent of the high table who is now in charge of New York affairs, and I heard that Zero was also recruited by her. ”

"Well, it doesn't matter, the more people they punish, the better, they are all characters who lick blood with knives, and the high table really regards itself as a god." Richard sneered, this is the opportunity he wanted to seize from entering the mission, the high table has probably been high for too long, but he forgot that these forces under him are not office workers in suits and leather shoes, and no one dares to resist if they clean up one at a time, but cleaning up so many people at once, and real New York bigwigs like Winston and Poviery, is the way to die.

"Sophia, we're going to go back to New York right away and help us make arrangements. Also, be careful here, although the eyes of the high table are attracted by New York, there is no guarantee that they will not send someone here, and there is an elderly man who has died here, and the mint has been lost. ”

"Don't worry, the more lively you are in New York, the safer I am here, and Casablanca, even if it is the birthplace of the high table, is not as important as New York." Sophia smiled, from the moment she decided to repay John's kindness, she didn't plan to survive, to get to this point, she was already very content, the rest is earned, the high table is very strong, but she is not muddy, not to mention, as long as what Richard said is fulfilled one by one, the good hand of the high table will be firmly attracted to New York, of course, at present, his speculation is still very accurate.