Rosen is the only one in the audience who has no special abilities.

He was able to sit here because of his hard work, one hundred percent mission completion rate, ranking first among ordinary killers in the organization, so he made an exception to sit here as a representative and was qualified to participate in the meeting.

Rosen thought to himself, although he is not the opponent of this group of people at this stage, he has a system and unlimited possibilities, and he is destined to surpass this group of people in the future, but it will only take a while.

"Besides, my fate is better than that of these dying people."

Lawson had no expression on his face, but he was secretly amused in his heart.

The cross said that Sloan was against fate, and Sloan denigrated the cross for the same reason.

But in fact, most of these killers understand what the truth of the matter is.

At least, based on Rosen's observations, Mr. X must have been well aware of Sloane's small movements.

It is also very likely that Sloan was one of Sloan's accomplices in tampering with passwords.

Only Fawkes, a stupid woman, a killer who was trained by a textile factory since childhood, was fooled and lame by Sloane's mouth, and really believed in the nonsense of assassinating one person and saving a thousand people for the sake of heaven.

The question of the cross was resolved, and there was no need for the conference to continue.

After Sloane finally told everyone to be safe, the killers got up and left the office one after another.

Rosen got up in the same way, and just as he was about to leave, Sloan stopped him.

"Cleaner, don't hurry to leave, I have a few words to tell you."

Morgan Sloan gestured and motioned for Rosen to sit down.

Rosen's heart fluttered, he didn't know what the old guy was going to do, but he didn't move, pulled out a chair, and sat down across from Sloane.

"Cleaner, how long have you been in the mill?"

"It's been almost six years."

"For so long, don't you think?"

Sloan smiled slightly, and continued: "I have a new order from the Loom of Destiny, the reward is a million dollars, normally, I should give this goal to Fox and them, but this time, I want to ask you to do it. ”

$1,000,000!

Rosen was shocked.

Most of his usual orders are between $80,000 and $100,000, and the highest one is only $300,000, or when he needs to solve multiple goals at a time.

So, when Sloan shouted out the $1 million price figure this time, Rosen was of course surprised.

However, the shock was only for a while, and Rosen was not blinded by the money obsession, and his brain quickly regained his composure and asked a crucial question.

"Why? Why me? ”

"You know the reason for the cross's defection, right?"

In the face of Rosen's question, Sloan did not respond positively, and said to himself: "Yes, of course you know, I just told you about it at the meeting. ”

"However, I didn't finish it all at the time, not only the name of the cross appeared on the Loom of Fate, but also you, me, Fawkes, X, the repairman, ......"

Sloane muttered his name as he pulled out a small pile of translated fabrics and arranged them neatly on the table.

"Do you know what that means that the names of the mechanics, the butchers, and the Russians, that is, all of us, and the whole textile mill are all spared?"

Of course Rosen knows, isn't it just you old guy who cheated and got a few fake pieces of fabric?

But in order to cooperate with Sloane, he still kept his eyes as wide as possible, and used his lifelong acting skills to force a shocked expression beyond words.

At the same time, he was also thinking, what was Sloane's showdown with him for at this time?

Sloane took the humidor from his bosom, "Would you like one?" ”

"No, I'm not in the habit of smoking."

"It's not a cigarette, it's a cigar from Cuba."

Sloane was a little crying and laughing, "Forget it, since you don't want it, then I'll enjoy it myself." ”

As he spoke, he lit a cigar and put it in his mouth, took a light puff, and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke, savoring the aroma of the whole mouth, revealing an expression of enjoyment.

"Listen, cleaner, I've done some things that don't sound very glamorous when it comes to the Loom of Destiny, but it's all for all of us."

"If I hadn't done it, we would all be dead. In other words, I saved you. ”

The smoke of the cigar diffused in the air, revealing Sloan's righteous and awe-inspiring face.

"Cleaner, you may have a hard time accepting this reality, but look at our current forces, we are stronger than ever, using our own choices to rewrite history, using our own criteria to choose targets, and distributing power to whoever we think is qualified for power!"

"This is the rule of wolves, not sheep! The code of the Loom of Destiny has never been supreme, nor is it worth defending with our lives! ”

"Cleaner, I think you must have the same idea as me, otherwise, then follow the damned opinion of the damned fellow of the cross, kill me first, then put the muzzle of the gun in your mouth, and then pull the trigger!"

With that, Sloan removed the pistol from his pouch and threw it directly on the table in front of Rosen.

"I'm done, you decide how to go on your own way!"

"What should I choose? Of course I choose to let you die! ”

Rosen, who pretended to think, only had this one thought in his heart.

He thought that Sloan had some high opinions, but it turned out that he just valued his "intimate relationship" with Fox and lured him into the water with a million dollars.

However, Rosen really didn't expect that he just slept with Fox a few times by chance, why did everyone think that he was so attractive that Fox would definitely listen to him?

The cross was like that, and so was Sloane, and everyone was like that, and it really baffled him.

"It seems that I have really become a sweetheart."

Rosen smiled helplessly in his heart, and then said to Sloane, "I took the million-dollar mission." ”

"Okay, that's the target message."

Sloan smiled with satisfaction, he pushed out a brown paper bag, and continued: "In addition, according to the custom, 200,000 of the million dollars have been paid to your account as a deposit, and the rest will be after you solve the target." ”

"I'll be back soon."

Taking the brown paper bag, Rosen quickly left the office.

Shortly after he left, another man pushed the door open and walked in.

"Do you really believe him?"

The man who came in was the butcher, who was tall and strong, and who spoke in a sullen voice, and looked at Sloan with a look of bewilderment.

"I don't believe in him, but I believe in money."

Sloan didn't get up, and continued to sit in his chair smoking a cigar, "I can see that the cleaner has no faith, a whole million dollars, and there is no way he can refuse my offer." ”

"But I still don't think it's necessary."

The butcher sat down, unceremoniously took one from the humidor and lit it for himself, stuffed it into his mouth, and said, "He is not our own after all." ”

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