The Executor of the Heavens: Beginning with the Watch Dogs

Chapter 357 Joining the Assassination Hire Meet Again
To be honest, the reward of 100 million euros really moved Xie Yuan a little.

Although the market value of Metal Gear Company has reached 100 billion euros, the spare money that falls on him can be used at most [-] million euros, so Xie Yuan has to spend it carefully.

And when it fell on Rui Fan's body... his net worth is no more than a million euros at most, which is far from being a happy man!
Left and right is just a good show, why not take part in it?

Xie Yuan, who is playful by nature, agreed to the matter without ambiguity, and made an appointment with himself at the bar of the next life.

Well, it's another place that belongs to one's own estate...but it's also very good to talk about business on one's own land.

Afterlife was a mortuary before 2001, but later it was transformed into a bar because there were too many places where the dead were placed and the hospital was relocated and abandoned.

But at the beginning, the bar was magnificently decorated, but there was no business. Later, Xie Yuan ordered it at a low price, and used it as a so-called intermediary for information exchange.

Xie Yuan knows every business deal here, but for the information here, Xie Yuan will not use it lightly except for offering rewards to his particularly important people.

The hall was densely packed with mercenaries who wanted to work or employers who offered rewards. Of course, their biggest topic was the Sky Eye Project.

In a reception room set up as a soundproof room, several people kept whispering under the light, and then each showed a slight laugh.

But then the light went out with a "poof".

Everyone immediately made the sound of drawing guns and loading them in the dark, but then the lights came on, and suddenly a stranger in a black cloak sat in a gap in a conference room.

Everyone subconsciously raised their guns and then put them down, because the person who came was Vigilante who didn't shoot immediately.

"Do you just want me to attack that car?" There was a hoarse voice like a ghost under the black cloak.

"You...you accepted the commission?" one of the people in the darkness asked happily.

"I can help to give the person sitting in that car a fatal blow. I can't guarantee anything else." The voice under the black cloak was neither happy nor sad.

"What we want is for you to kill John Iron Face! Not just to deal with that car!" One of the burly men was exposed to the light, his face was shaking angrily.

"It will cost 1000 million, and even if it fails, there will be 300 million, which is the same price." The voice under the cloak was full of teasing.

"Then why don't you go grab it!" Another voice asked angrily, "He's just a company president, not President Yingjiang! He's on a horse, and it doesn't take so much money to kill a President Yingjiang."

In fact, the most important thing is that they can scrape together a maximum of 300 million euros for this killing, and they can't afford more.

"If you think 1000 million is too expensive, then you can advertise the price you gave me to see who is willing to take over your job and use 100 million euros to assassinate the chairman of a giant company.

He is the founder of a giant transoceanic level enterprise, and his prestige in Night City is now second only to Knight. Think about Knight's widow who even spent huge sums of money to chop off the heads of all the gangs involved in order to get revenge. "

The face under the mask of the black cloak could not be seen clearly, but he was surrounded by everyone, and everyone could feel his contemptuous expression: "I don't have any money, and you still want to assassinate a rich man who has the same status as Saburo Arasaka and has worked hard for many years." One generation, go to bed early and wait for death."

"What did you say?!!!"

"Bang!" It was the sound of someone slapping the table in extreme anger.

But the cloaked man just sat quietly on the sofa and waited for their reply without saying a word.

"Quiet!" Finally, a voice that had been silent in the dark stopped everyone's noise, and it worked all at once.

He looked at the man in the cloak and said, "I'm sure, your task is to execute a car we have designated, can you do it?

As long as this shot is fired, you will transfer 100 million euros, I confirm to you, but you must let this shot kill the target in the car and can't die anymore!
Understand? "

"This looks like a planner," the black cape stood up and said goodbye to the "big brothers", and then put a NO-KIA 3310 prepaid mobile phone that he had arranged on the table, "Everyone, the goal starts from The location is an hour's drive from the City Council.

As long as you confirm which car you want to destroy, you can use this mobile phone to contact me, there is only one contact person on it, it's very simple, and then you can see the wail of that car's destruction. "

"Are we going to give you everything right? Just charge 100 million for this shot?!" The fat man just said in a strange way, "Is it easier to make money... I... my eyebrows!!! "

Just as he was speaking, his forehead suddenly felt cold - he touched his head and found that the brow bone was bald - and then he saw two tufts of hair in front of the conference table.

Just when he was furious, the black cloak said: "This shot is not something that anyone can fire, and it can be unstoppable.

Because I am going to snipe the target at a safe distance, the closest 2 kilometers away. "

"Snipe the enemy two kilometers away in urban combat?" Someone questioned, "I've never heard that you are good at marksmanship?"

"Then do you have any guy that I need to use a gun to solve?"

"you!!!"

"Okay, we will arrange all the information we need," the person who made the decision said with a final word, "You just need to fire that one-kill shot."

The black cloak nodded, and then the lights in the conference room suddenly went dark again for no reason—when the lights were restored, the person had disappeared.

Several people immediately got up and looked outside, and saw that there was indeed no one outside, and the third floor was as empty as when it was booked out, so they returned to the meeting room with worried faces, signaling that there was no one there.

"Are we just..."

"Hush!!!!" The person in charge signaled in a low voice, "Be careful that he turns back before he has gone far, I will take care of all the follow-up."

Looking at the people around him nodding, he announced the end of the meeting: "Then use all the connections we can find as much as possible, and we must confirm which car he is!"

"it is good!!!"

……

Xie Yuan, who returned to his safe house, also unambiguously took out a QLU11 sniper grenade 40mm NATO version launcher.

At the same time, Xie Yuan has also issued an order to the company's intelligence department to find out the traitor who leaked the secret, and then use bio-sculpture technology to imitate it to look exactly like his double - the traitor's family members will enter juvenile training institutions except for their children Except for loyal brainwashing, everything else will be handled in secret.

And this traitor, no matter one or two, Xie Yuan will knock them all out with sniper grenades - then the three vehicles will use the automatic learning driving system - to ensure that there are no other victims as much as possible, but the traitor will definitely guarantee Died badly.

I let you reveal my secret for no reason! ! !
The time to get down to business passed quickly, and soon on Monday morning, Xie Yuan saw three "John Iron Faces" from a high place and was "supported" by others, and entered the government council as always. process.

Xie Yuan found that there were several places that were suitable for ambush, and there was a wave of people waiting around each... From the scanner, it can be seen that these men and women have many "offensive" implants on their bodies.

Moreover, Xie Yuan also found a little acquaintance here—Rog Amandias, who had disappeared for nearly five years, and was waiting on the street boredly dressed in punk at the moment.

So...these are the cannon fodder for this shot?

(End of this chapter)