Caesar's Palace, suite.

Gwen chattered and exhorted words of consolation, and two bottles of high-end red wine were empty, and the three of them drank a lot during this period.

Not only was Jenny a little drunk, but even John was a little overwhelmed, for no other reason than Gwen's words were too harsh.

Originally, John felt that there was not much misunderstanding between him and Jenny, but after Gwen's analysis, all kinds of things fell into a hurry.

It made Jenny's eyes change when she looked at John.

However, after Jenny went to the bathroom, she came back with a gloomy face.

Grabbing Gwen's arm, he said, "We should go back, the company has a meeting tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning? How is that possible?"

Jenny whispered in John's ear, "Something happened to our client."

Gwen came to her senses in an instant and looked up, "Go back!"

Both of them are professional killers, they are very enthusiastic about their work, and they are familiar with all kinds of troubles encountered at work, so when they heard the news of the accident, the two got up to say hello to John and were about to walk out of the room.

But as soon as the door was opened, he bumped into Russell, who had just returned.

Gwen was stunned and pounced, "Honey, why did you come back?"

She was covered in alcohol and did not smell Russell's blood.

"I'm sending my old friend to the airport, I'm just late, where are you going?"

Jenny said, "Gwen and I have to go back, and the company has a meeting tomorrow morning."

When she saw Russell come back, she didn't think about it that much, after all, the message she saw in the bathroom was sent by Jasmin, to the effect that something had happened to the hotel where the target was staying, and the target was nowhere to be found.

"Then you guys work tomorrow, how about we go play the day after tomorrow?"

Russell asked.

"Okay." Gwen agreed.

"I'll be able to finish work almost tomorrow, and then I'll take a leave of absence from my boss and we'll have a few days of fun in Las Vegas," John said.

Jenny glanced at him and nodded, "That's it."

Russell and John dropped the two girls downstairs at the hotel and watched them get into a taxi before turning back.

Why didn't they send the two girls to their destination? This was certainly not a gentleman's choice, but Jenny's insistence.

Russell knew why she refused, and John only thought she was sulking with herself, so she had to keep it from touching her head.

The two of them went back to their rooms to wash up and sleep.

But Jenny and Gwen got out of the car halfway, and after waiting for five or six minutes, a Mercedes-Benz nanny car stopped, and the two got in.

The driver is Jed, the co-pilot is Jasmin, and in the back are Jessica and Julie.

Seeing that everyone in the group had arrived, Jenny sighed in her heart, knowing that something was wrong.

"How much wine did you and Gwen drink?"

Jasmine asked grumblingly.

If such a big thing happens, she will definitely not be able to solve it, so she can only contact Jenny, but she has not answered the phone, which is really anxious!

Jenny put Gwen steady, sat down and didn't answer, but asked, "What's wrong?"

"At that time, we found out that the surveillance system of the Lord's Hotel where the target was located was turned off, and then Julie restarted the system, but we didn't expect the surveillance system to self-destruct."

"Then, we went to check around the Grand Hotel, and it didn't take long to see that the special operations team and helicopters from the military training base were dispatched, and the Las Vegas police also arrived at the scene to help the hotel staff transfer customers."

"The people we planted in the Haojue Hotel have sent word that a bandit has attacked the twenty-eighth floor, killing more than twenty security guards."

Speaking of this, Jasmine paused, looked at Jenny unconsciously, and continued, "Our target Garcia was also shot."

"Dead?"

Jenny was stunned.

She looked up at Jasmin, then turned to look at Gwen next to her, who was drunk and asleep, "Except for us, the company sent him

Someone else?"

Jasmine shook his head, "No one in the company can take this job but us."

"Confirmed dead target?"

"Yes."

Julie said, "At that time, our target Garcia was talking to the boss of the Demon Gang in Las Vegas, and there were only people from both sides on the entire twenty-eighth floor, plus twenty security guards at the Grand Hotel."

"Now twenty security guards are dead, Garcia and the Demons are dead, and no one has seen the killer's face except the dead."

"Mickey, the head of the Howard Hotel, said that the killer had been killed, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that the killer had run away, and the hotel said this just to save face," Jasmin said.

When Jenny heard this, she fell silent.

Because Julie and Jasmine both mentioned the Demon Gang, and when she and Gwen took a taxi to Caesar's Palace to find Russell and John, they also heard the driver say that the Demon Gang blocked a man who had beaten them at the airport at the gate of Caesar's Palace.

Later, Jenny sent a text message to Russell to remind him, and he made an excuse to go out, and when he returned, Jenny heard that her target, Garcia, and the boss of the Demon Gang, had died at the Grand Hotel, known as the Iron Fortress!

Jenny wondered if Russell had nothing to do with it.

But how did he do it?

He was only one person, and without preparing any information, he entered the Haojue Hotel alone, and killed so many people, coming and going freely.

"Jenny?"

Jasmine shouted several times.

Jenny came back to her senses, looked up at the crowd and said, "Go back to the station first, has the safe house been evacuated?"

"It's been withdrawn." Julie said.

"Report this to the company and let them decide."

"Okay."

Jasmine turned his head and said, "Don't you think it's strange, we've been in the industry for so many years, and we've never met anyone who can do such a difficult task."

Jessica said, "Yes, Jenny, you didn't see it. The security guards of the Haojue Hotel, they are all retired soldiers from seals, deltas, and rangers, and they have a lot of combat experience, and they were actually killed by more than 20 people by one person."

"I heard that it was a close-quarters pistol fire, and the security guards who died were all shot in the head, and the opponent's marksmanship was very exquisite."

Jenny touched her face and said, "It's very likely that the killers cultivated by other companies want to show their faces officially. It doesn't matter, anyway, the number of tasks we have is there, and the 100% completion rate is not comparable to just one person."

"That's right, we're the trump cards!"

When the group returned to their residence, Jasmin contacted the head of the company.

Then I got a definite reply.

"The target is dead, the mission has not been recorded, and it is not considered a failure."

Hearing this, the members of Jenny's team breathed a sigh of relief, the 100% completion rate is everyone's honor, if there is a single task failure, then the paper of honor will be burned by cigarette butts into an indelible black hole!

"Since the target is gone, let's move freely tomorrow."

"Free time? Oh my God, can you play at public expense?"

"Of course!"

"Jenny, how about we go to the casino tomorrow?"

Jenny looked at Gwen and said, "Besides, okay?"

Inside, everyone nodded, and went back to their rooms to rest.

Yet inside a manor house in Washington, the lights were on.

Joe Bush, who was sitting on the sofa in his study, threw the ashtray in anger.

When Mitch reported, he contacted the CIA and the Bureau of Investigation, and the response was ambiguous and ambiguous.

This made Joe Bush very angry, and the thought in his heart was that the people in these two departments had already separated from him.

Otherwise, how can it not be clear that this kind of thing happened?

You must know that almost 90 percent of the major events in the United States have the shadow of the CIA or the Bureau of Investigation behind them.

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When such a killer with quick skills and extremely black hands appeared, the two departments were all shirking, and their original intention was to conceal it!

Bush took the phone, hid his anger, and said: "According to your plan, neither the CIA nor the Bureau of Investigation know about this matter."

Mitch was stunned for a moment and said, "Mr. Bush, didn't the Bureau of Investigation and the CIA explain the fact that 280 million dollars of funds flowed through their channels?"

"You ask me again? If they explain, doesn't it mean that they have something to do with it! Waste, let Andrew make follow-up arrangements, I will only give him this chance, and then I will go to the Middle East to bask in the sun next time!"

"Okay, Mr. Bush, please rest."

Bush hung up the phone, he squinted and thought about it, and sneered: "You want to lure me in? I don't know if your cake is big enough!"

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Following.

Blue skies.

Early in the morning, when Russell woke up, he saw a message from Gwen.

"My dear, the company's affairs are over, now I'm free, you wash and wait for me!"

Russell leaned against the head of the bed, squinting and putting down his phone.

At this moment, he already had some clues in his head.

This time, Gwen and Jenny's mission is to assassinate Garcia or the boss of the Demon Gang, Cottman.

Why are you so sure? He was pretending to be a regular guest at the hotel last night when he saw a black woman from a distance, she was stepping into a Ford Mustang, and she was none other than Jasmine, a member of Jenny's group.

Russell got up and sat on the edge of the bed and called Jenny.

"What's that?"

"Your target is Garcia?"

Jenny was silent, and when she saw that he was silent, she said, "It has nothing to do with you."

"How can it be okay? You borrowed my hand to kill the target, you got the commission, but I didn't get anything, I almost died."

Jenny sneered, "You almost died? That's not the version I've heard......

"You'll have to pay anyway, or you're wearing a bunny girl costume and I'll whip me twice?"

「…… Don't take an inch!"

"Hahaha, remember, you owe me two million dollars!"

Hanging up the phone, Russell put the phone still on the bed, and then walked into the bathroom, and after a brief wash, he changed into a clean patterned gray suit, and then stepped out of the room.

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

That is, he said one mouth, "Okay, then let's go."

There are many luxury specialty stores in downtown Las Vegas, and brand stores are all in shopping malls, so you can buy luxury goods for a family of two.

But Russell's money was not visible, and Gwen didn't want to put too much pressure on him, so she took the initiative to give him the bank card so that he could fill the façade when he paid for the shopping later.

Both bought a few clothes, Gwen bought him a Vacheron Constantin watch, and a few pairs of sensual underwear for him.

In Gwen's words: tight is the only way to show off your tall figure!

Russell found that these Yanmars all liked men's buttocks, especially the upturned ones...... Far more adorable than pectoral muscles.

After returning to the hotel, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Gwen glanced at her phone and jumped out of bed excitedly.

"Jenny has called me more than a dozen times, what should I do?"

Russell stretched his waist, stood on the ground and said, "You call her back, it's time to have dinner in the evening."

"Okay."

He stepped to the bathroom to take a shower, and Gwen sat on the bed and talked on the phone.

As soon as it was connected, Jenny said coldly, "The company has other tasks, let's go back first."

"What? How...... Okay, then I'll go back now."

Jenny said helplessly, "Gwen, we have to be vigilant in this business, do you understand?"

"Understood."

"Originally, our plan was to go to the casino to play two together, but the company can disrupt our plan with a phone call, so we can't stipulate our own lives, and what really determines our lives are those who have the rights!"

「… I see, are you back in Miami?"

"We're at the airport, we're heading to New York, so come on an 8 p.m. plane."

"Okay."

"Don't let Russell follow... Gwen, there are some things I can't say, but your man is not simple."

Gwen thought of the clouds and rain just now, and looked up and said, "It's not easy."

With Russell's hearing, although the sprinkler head was on, he could still hear Gwen's voice, and he only had a result after analyzing it in his mind for a moment.

Walking out of the bathroom, Gwen smiled and said, "Honey, we can't go out at night."

"Huh? Why, isn't it already decided?"

"I need to go back to the office, Jenny has already left first...... I'm sorry, I'll be with you next time, okay?"