Battlefield Contractor

White gloves followed the young man all the way to the exit outside. The young man opened the electronic door lock with a password.

The young man glanced at his watch and said, "The time is right, come with me." After saying that, he went out first. White Gloves lowered the brim of his head and followed behind him. The two of them passed through a field where the prisoners were active and walked to the guard office area at the back, where a garbage truck was waiting.

After White Gloves walked over, White put on a gas mask and concealed his body in a large plastic bag containing garbage. The truck driver drove out as usual. At the inspection office outside, a guard checked for passage and then the truck drove to the next place.

There are three checkpoints, but all the guards seem to avoid searching carefully. They just symbolically checked around the car and waved to let the car pass.

White Glove White lay in a trash bag in a car, looking at the door of the car. In the distance, the iron gate of the most severe prison in Rio de Janeiro was closing, and he had successfully left. He lay in the garbage and took a deep breath. No matter how dirty and disgusting the air was, it was free air.

He knew that at this moment, he became White Glove White again, the head of the secret society who called the wind and the rain. Rather than being a poor prisoner in jail.

The vehicle trembled and seemed to stop, and the white gloved eyes moved. When the car door opened, he rolled and jumped out, holding down the person who opened the door. It was the driver who opened the door, and he whispered, "Don't do this, I've already done as instructed."

The young man got out of the car and nodded, "Thank you, but we can't take risks. It's a good habit to be cautious." He raised his hand and strangled the driver's throat with one hand, then turned to White Glove and said, "Outside the alley. There was a car and there was no camera surveillance at this intersection, so I went in and changed clothes."

White Gloves looked at him coldly, turned and walked away from this alley. And the young man threw the strangled driver into the garbage dump on the car. Then calmly opened the fuel tank, stuffed a handkerchief into it and lit it. Leaving the alley in stride.

A few minutes later, thick black smoke and a huge explosion came from the alley. The young man got into the vehicle outside the alley, and then started the car around two intersections to a small hotel.

In the small hotel room, four or five people have gathered. The young man brought the white glove White in and said, "Help him take a bath and clean up all traces. Dye black hair and lower his complexion by two degrees. Gentlemen, you have 30 minutes to finish all this. I'll wait outside."

Thirty minutes later, White Glove White looked at himself in the mirror. He has changed from a blond white youth to a middle-aged man with black hair, and his complexion does not look as pale as before. This group of people is very careful, even the scum on his face is dyed black.

The young man walked in, looked at him and smiled slightly, "Very good, Mr. White, put on your clothes, and now we can start talking. Maybe you want to have a cup of coffee to calm down."

White Glove White put on an elegant suit and sat in front of the young man. "who are you?"

"I'm a strategist." The young man smiled, "Rather than caring about who I am, it is better to care about yourself." He pushed a document wrapped in a plastic bag to the white glove. "Now you are Italian and have 50% Asian ancestry. As an art dealer, you are a rich man with a wife and two children at home."

"Bullshit." White Glove White sneered. "The strategist is behind the scenes. He never shows up, and only the Grand Duke knows his identity. To be honest, who made you do this? Maybe this escape is just a trap. You are a **** intelligence spy. Want to dig something useful from me."

"What you said is very reasonable. No one has ever seen a strategist. Because a strategist is not a person, but a position. I am a private employee of the Grand Duke, and I specifically provide him with various valuable suggestions." The young man smiled. . "In fact, the person who came to you this time was not a scavenger, but us, also because of the suggestions we made to the Grand Duke."

"Hmph, so I have to thank you?" White Glove White smiled coldly.

"No thanks." The young man shook his head solemnly, "Because I believe that your role is very special and no one can replace it. Especially in the next few days."

White Glove looked at him suspiciously, "What do you want?"

"It's not me what you want, but you. Last time you lost to Aladdin, it must make you hate him. Am I right?" The young man who claimed to be a strategist smiled.

"Yes, but what does it matter to you?" White Glove White said sharply.

"It's not my business, but what I want to tell you is that Aladdin is still alive. Just last week, mercenaries he bought attacked our base between the Bering Sea and the Arctic Ocean." The young man slowly said.

"The base of the Arctic Circle? Are you kidding? We don't have a base in the Arctic Circle." White Glove sneered. "Unexpectedly, you will eventually reveal your stuff. You liar."

"It's the Angleberta offshore platform, our network data control center. Although you need a high-level authorization, I believe you must know what it is. You are one of the few high-level executives." The strategist looked at the white glove.

Hearing the Angleberta offshore platform, White Gloves was shocked and looked at the young man. He said solemnly, "What you said is true?"

"I have no reason to lie to you. Your trust is worthless to me. So I can't lie to you." The strategist sighed.

"They attacked the data center?" The white glove stared at the strategist.

"Aladdin is a very difficult opponent, I have always advised the Grand Duke to exercise restraint. But because he has always been wary of Aladdin, and there are pig teammates like you who are not doing well, he thinks he can rely on his own ability. Go calculate Aladdin.

So the Grand Duke chose to be silent, and he acquiesced to your actions against Aladdin. It now appears that this is a big mistake. You played a stupid move. And the Grand Duke acquiesced by luck, so he is as stupid as you, because you can't deal with Aladdin. Please don't doubt, I said the same in front of the Duke. He hired me because of the fact that I was smarter than him.

And if you can't deal with Aladdin, you will instead set up a very terrible enemy for him. "The young man talked freely.

"What are you trying to say?" White Glove White stared at the young man.

"The Grand Duke decided to give you a chance to make up for your mistake." The young man smiled slightly.