Battlefield Contract Worker

Genius 3 seconds to remember the website address【】

A corner of a block in Virginia, USA. Maklovsky pushed the door and walked in. It was a small gym. It's not very big inside, except for a few rows of fitness equipment, there is a boxing ring in the middle, and heavy sandbags hang on the other side.

A man sitting in the ring saw Maklovsky come in. He raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not open time yet, come back in the afternoon."

"I'm not a gym member here." Maklovsky smiled.

"I see, but newcomers need to know the rules." The man looked at him mockingly.

"Rules are always broken." Maklovsky walked over.

The man didn't raise his head, just calmly said, "Maybe, except for the rules here." After speaking, he jumped up and stared at Maklovsky.

Maklovsky reached for a business card from his pocket and handed it to him, "I'm here to talk business."

The man took the business card and looked at it, his face softened slightly, "Are you the person White introduced?"

"Yes." Maklovsky nodded.

"Then, come with me." The man took Marklovsky to the back of the gym and opened a secret door. The two walked down together, passed a dark passage, and came to a large basement. The light inside was dim, but it could be seen that it was an underground shooting range. Some weapons are on the side, and there are several gunshot-resistant earphones on the table.

There were still a few people waiting inside, and it was not surprising to see them come down.

"Gentlemen, the boss is here. We have a new mission," whispered the man who brought Maklovsky down.

"As expected. What's the job this time?" A burly black man frowned.

After Maklovsky sat down, he smiled slightly, "At the Quantico base, I'm going to get rid of someone."

"Murder at the Quantico military base? This is no joke." A man with a mustache frowned.

"My price is not a joke." Maklovsky smiled and whispered. "I know some of you are security guards at the FBI National Academy. That's why I came to you because this assignment is a good fit for you."

"Are you crazy? Can't you do it elsewhere?" Moustache said in surprise, "That's the FBI training base. Do you know how many federal agents and special security forces are there? This is the first time I heard, Someone dares to kill someone there."

"It's an opportunity, and it's not about how much money you make. And you're going to be heroes. I mean world-saving heroes like Captain America, don't you Yanks like that?" Markloff Skye sneered.

"What do you mean?" Mustache frowned.

"I mean, if you kill this person, not only will you not take any responsibility. You will also become a hero, and maybe you will get a medal." Maklovsky smiled and threw a photo on the table. "That's the man."

The black man picked up the photo and looked at it, "Is it just this old guy? His life is worth so much money? Can he still make us heroes?"

"That's right, it's him. Don't look at him inconspicuous, but in fact he is a big man with a great reputation. He has been on the list of the ten most wanted criminals twice, and is the most successful arms tycoon from the end of the twentieth century to the beginning of this century. The most beautiful At that time, the whole of Africa and the Middle East were fighting each other with the weapons he provided. From rifles to missiles, from grenades to tanks, there was nothing he dared not sell." Maklovsky smiled.

"Aladdin? I've heard of this man, God, I always thought he was some Arab." When the black man saw the name, it was as if he had been stung by a scorpion, and he quickly retracted his hand.

"This guy can't do this, we can't do this. If it's a normal person, then no problem. But this guy is too old, and after killing him, maybe we won't survive twenty-four hours. And it's like in Quantico again. This is simply courting death." Mustache also began to retreat.

"Listen to me gentlemen, you're the guards there. So you shot a notorious and dangerous man in an emergency. You won't be questioned, I'll plan everything, let this see It looked like an attempted terrorist attack, and this old guy was the mastermind.

So you are just doing your duty of guard properly. "Maklovsky whispered, "What's more, the money I gave will make you no longer have to be guards for the rest of your life. "

"Tell me, what are you going to do?" Moustache frowned.

"First of all, Aladdin entered the FBI National Academy without proper authority. That is to say, as long as he is there, his identity is an intruder. Whether he uses false documents or bribes the guards That's fine. He all broke into a secret base where federal agents were trained.

That alone gives you reasons to shoot. And I'll do something to make it look like this old guy is trying to sneak into the base and wreak havoc. For example, I will get some weapons to frame him. "Maklovsky laughed.

"A notorious international wanted criminal broke into the FBI's training base with a weapon and wanted to do something wrong. He was shot and killed on the spot by a few conscientious guards, which prevented the tragedy from happening. This seems very reasonable." The black eye turned around. .

The white mustache was silent for a while and said ~www.readwn.com~ but this old guy is a big guy, and it's not a good thing for us to kill him. I've heard of this guy, and his men are very good. "

"The boss is dead, will his subordinates still work hard?" Maklovsky said with a smile. "Besides, the place where the accident happened is the FBI's territory, so they won't publish your names. They will give you a secret commendation, but they will never reveal their identities to the public. No one knows that you killed him.

You'll get honors and bonuses, and of course this great pay from me here. It's just fame and fortune, and you killed a bad guy, so you don't have any moral burden at all. how about it? "

"We have to think about this." Moustache said cautiously.

"Well, if you guys won't do it, you better tell me now. I think I'll find someone else to do it, God, I'm envious of the chance to be a hero and get such a big deal Money. Maybe I'll have to find a job as a guard later. Think about it." Maklovsky sneered.