Battlefield Contract Worker

"One of the elders of the organization, bishop?" The red baron looked at this man and smiled coldly, "I have indeed heard of it, but as far as I know, all the elders have never met each other. We juniors, do you think that I will believe it if you say it casually?"

"I don't expect you to believe it either. You don't have to believe me at all, but you'd better believe the person who called you just now." The bishop, who seemed to be honest and honest, winked at him. What came out was cunning and weird that didn't match his appearance at all.

"How do you know that I was talking to someone just now?" The Red Baron's expression changed suddenly.

"Because before he called you, he called me too." The Bishop made a gesture, "Can I put my hand in my pocket? I have something to show you, but you use a gun Pointing at me, it makes it very inconvenient for me to do this action."

"What is it that you take out yourself. If it's a weapon, I will shoot and kill you the moment you take it out. My reaction is fast, and it will definitely be faster than yours." The Red Baron said calmly.

"Young people are always so confident. But I can tell you that more than 80% of my enemies die from their confidence. I always give them confidence and then destroy them. I'm glad you're not my enemy." The bishop smiled and slowly reached into the inner pocket of his suit.

The Red Baron kept looking at him, the gun in his hand had already opened the safety. As long as the self-proclaimed bishop moved slightly, he would kill him with a single shot.

Fortunately, the bishop did not make any dangerous movements. In order to avoid the Red Baron's suspicion, he tried to slow down his movements as slowly as possible. And every detail is sure to be seen by the Red Baron. What he took out of his pocket was a cell phone.

The phone looks old and clumsy, looking like an antique phone that Pixel has used for decades. But when the Red Baron saw the phone, his expression changed slightly.

"Why do you have this?" the red baron said sharply.

"Do you think you are the only one in the entire secret society that can communicate with the Archduke? Young man, you think things are too simple. You have a cell phone like this, so I have one too. I can even tell you that something like this There are still 13 mobile phones in the world.

Every person holding such a mobile phone is qualified to speak directly with the Grand Duke of the Secret Society. You are just one of them. You think you are the second person under the Grand Duke, but in fact you are only 1/13.

Currently, there are 14 people who are directly under his command. I am one of them, and of course you are also one of them. This seemingly old phone uses technology from the 1980s, a top-secret communication protocol. Ordinary calls can't come in unless it's one of the 15. ' the bishop sighed.

"But I heard that the bishop is dead." The red baron said coldly.

"If you're old enough to retire, I think you'll want others to treat you as a dead person. It's better than living in fear. If people like us don't die, the trouble won't end." The bishop smiled. .

"I still don't believe you." The Red Baron shook his head. "I've never heard of such a thing. With just a plausible call, you're trying to prove that you're one of the elders of the secret society. Am I being stupid or not? You silly?"

"It's also simple, just make a phone call and ask." The Bishop looked at the Red Baron and said.

"You asked me to call the Grand Duke of the Secret Society? Just because a liar claimed to be the patriarch of the organization in front of me?" The Red Baron said coldly, "Do you think the Grand Duke will handle these boring things? He won't, But I'm different, one bullet can solve all the boring problems."

The bishop put down his mobile phone, and the familiar electronically synthesized voice came from the old mobile phone.

The Red Baron finally put down his pistol, but didn't take it back. "Even if you're really a bishop, why did you come here to find me? And you hurt my subordinates?"

"I've been on a break for a long time, if it wasn't for the Archduke to find me again this time. I think the rest of my life will be spent in a small fishing village in Ukraine. I've even looked at the cemetery for myself, not far from my home. ." The Bishop smiled, "But the Archduke told me that he needed me to assist you. So here I am."

"So, the person the Grand Duke said was you?" The Red Baron sneered, "Just an old guy, how can you help me?"

"I can help you do things you can't do. Come on, let's talk about those mercenaries. The Grand Duke thinks you're not very effective against them. In this case, let's start from the difficult point. Begin." The bishop sighed.

"What should he do?" The red baron frowned and glanced at Kudo Masaoka who was lying outside the door.

"Don't worry~www.readwn.com~ It's just a little bit of nerve agent. It will only paralyze him for a while, and it's not fatal." The bishop stretched out his hand, with a ring on his finger. Just as he stretched out his hand slightly, the part of the ring toward the palm of his hand faintly shone a little coldly.

"The stinger ring... will only pierce a little skin, and it will not even feel pain. It is an old device from many years ago, and only these inexperienced young people will be recruited." The bishop smiled and slowly Take off the ring.

"The assassination equipment of the KGB spy... I have seen the same. If I were to meet me, I would break your wrist before you stab me." The red baron said coldly.

"I suggest you don't do this. Because in this case, it may be worse than your subordinates. Being stabbed by a poison needle is only a coma for a period of time, but if I really want to do it..." The bishop smiled, " Since you know that I am a bishop, you should have heard the legend about the bishop."

"Of course I've heard the bishop's tale, and a lot of people say he's a former KGB spy chief who is proficient in all kinds of killing techniques. I don't have that many bells and whistles, I'm only good at shooting people. Do it better than anyone else." The Red Baron sneered. .

"That's why I retired before. Because I think it's time to make way for young people. You are more aggressive and ambitious than old men like me. The only thing you can't match is patience." The bishop smiled. Laughing, "You are always used to solving problems with guns. But in this world, sometimes problems can be solved without guns, or even better."

The Red Baron was obviously dismissive, "It's better to get used to shooting than not dare to shoot."