Battlefield Contract Worker

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But Makloskey remained restrained, even though the pain of losing his fingers made him tremble.

Vasily seemed satisfied with the result. He picked up Marklovsky's little finger from the ground and put it into a wooden box for cigars. Then he turned and said, "It's just a warning, because you stretched your hand too far. You have to feel enough pain in your hand, I think, to realize that."

"Yes, sir." Maklovsky whispered, his forehead was covered in sweat and his lips were biting blood.

"I already love you enough, and it won't be just such a small price to change anyone. Because I believe that only honest people will have loyalty." Vasili sighed.

"Yes sir," Maklovsky seemed to answer mechanically, his facial muscles completely contorted by the pain.

"Now, go to bandage and deal with it, don't get infected. In addition... deal with the rest of the matter, you must take the initiative to interview Aladdin, and let his daughter go. Release enough goodwill. Stop thinking that you can deal with him. . Because you can't deal with him. You'll only make him more dangerous, more aggressive." Vasily whispered.

"But the Archduke, he is our immediate danger. He is out of our control, and he knows too much." Maklovsky whispered.

"That's right. Aladdin's a very nasty guy. He's like a nasty pimple. You can't resist squeezing him, but you'll end up leaving yourself with pain and scars, even the more you touch it. She will get worse and inflamed. But if you ignore him, he will still be just a pimple. Although it is embarrassing, it will not cause you to have serious health problems. You know what I mean?" Siri looked at him and said.

"I see, but I still want to try one last time. If I can meet him face to face, we have a chance to get rid of him." Maklovsky whispered, "His daughter is in our hands, and he will show up. Yes. And I made all the arrangements, this time we will succeed."

"You are playing with fire. As a strategist, the most valuable quality is prudence rather than risk." Vasily said coldly.

"You may be able to represent him, but you are not him. How do you know what he thinks?" Maklovsky gritted his teeth. "Perhaps the Archduke supported me in doing this."

"I told you, now I'm the Grand Duke. You must do what I say. Otherwise the consequences are not just this." Vasili raised the wooden box in his hand, and then the black pearl took him, and the two turned away out.

"The villain is successful." Maklovsky whispered, "This villain Vasily is not the Grand Duke of the Secret Society at all. He is just a puppet, a microphone. How dare he do this to me!"

The white glove who had been silent in the room sighed, "Maybe you should go and bandage the wound!"

"Do you support me?" Maklovsky turned around. "You should hate Aladdin. He made you what you are. So you must want to get rid of him."

"Yes I want to get rid of him, but I don't want to get rid of myself by him. So if you ask me what to do, I'll tell you, I'm not part of this crazy plan of yours. Think about it, Someone like him. Would he agree to meet you if he wasn't fearless?" White Gloves said. "When he meets you, he will definitely be prepared. If you want to count him through this matter, he will count instead."

"Even you think I can't deal with him?" Maklovsky frowned.

"Yes, no one is likely to be optimistic about you in this competition." White Gloves shook his head, "Even Vasily and I. Except for yourself, this sentence is called self-righteousness."

Maklovsky whispered, "But I firmly believe that this man is the greatest threat to the Society. I have to get this to the end. I have to kill him to avoid future troubles. But I need your help."

"I can't help you. In fact, I have seen myself clearly since I was in prison." White Glove shook his head, "My role is not in this regard. The person you need is not me, but mine. An old rival."

"You mean, Baron?" Maklovsky frowned.

"Yes, he has people and strength. If you can get his help, then this matter will be guaranteed." White Glove shook his head and said, "Although I have never liked him, I have to admit that in this regard, he stronger than me."

"The Baron won't help me, because he will never risk betraying the Grand Duke." Maklovsky shook his head.

"Then we have to find someone else. Fortunately, there are many mercenaries who are willing to do assassination missions." White Glove shrugged, "If you need, I can introduce you to some good players. But you have to make up your mind, are you I don't think I have to kill Aladdin, I don't think I have to do it."

"I'm sure." Maklovsky whispered, "but I don't want to find mercenaries. I plan to hire a few other people who don't have a mercenary background, so that it will be very difficult for us to find them."

"I know a few people with very good assassination skills, and they can do things like an accident. And they are not official mercenaries." White Glove whispered.

"Who?" Maklovsky whispered while lowering his head and bandaging the wound on his severed finger, "Where is such a person?"

White Glove pondered, "I know a few, all of them are former cia agents who were members of the CIA assassination team. They were all ordered by the US government to carry out certain assassinations for Americans. accidental death.

In the past, when I was running the Deyang company~www.readwn.com~ I wanted to recruit them, but then I didn't negotiate, and something happened to me. "

"Where are these people you mentioned? Can you contact them?" Maklovsky whispered.

"I know, one of them runs a boxing gym in the US. This group of people often meet there. Take this card of mine, they should be more polite." White Gloves took out a business card , and signed a name on it. "That's all I can help you with. You know, I don't want to get involved."

Maklovsky took the card, "Unfortunately, you are already involved. I will go to the United States and find these people."

White Glove shook his head and said, "Good luck, I won't go there with you."

"No problem, I can do this myself. But you have to help me with another thing." Maklovsky whispered in White Glove White's ear.