Battlefield Contractor

"A lot, but maybe not all." Lin Rui said calmly.

"Damn it, I know you can't take it lightly." The shadow broker sighed. "Then I just want to ask one more question, is our contract still valid? I mean, I have concealed something from you, can you continue to protect me?"

"I think you may have misunderstood. As long as we take over the task, we will do our best to complete it." Lin Rui shook his head, "But it is not safe here. We need to move immediately."

The weather in July is always so hot, whether it is drizzle or the sun is shining, it can always make people upset and very restless.

A man walks on the streets of Brussels, striding across the spacious streets in his unique walking posture. Today is another disturbing weather. He doesn't like the weather in Brussels this season. The sun is as hot as a fireball, using its golden heat to burn every living being, old or young, poor or rich, happy or sad.

The man raised his chiseled face. After working for another night, his actions last night did not affect his spirit at all, and he still looked so energetic. This is the result of years of training, no matter how hard the work the night before, it may even be exhausted. As long as the sun rises on the horizon, as soon as the morning comes, he will be like a clockworked clock, vigorously active again. He lowered his head and looked at the red tie on his neck. The pattern on the tie was tide, the wave embroidered with red silk thread.

Red tide! ! ! He is the leader of Akashio's third team, Masaoka Kudo. This time, his task is to assist the seventh group of operations.

Thinking of last night's actions, Kudo Masaoka couldn't help feeling ridiculous. The big beard from the seventh group dared to order him. There are too many such artificial Fuji Masaoka, they often ignore the restrictions of environmental conditions and the permission of the actual situation, but blindly ask others. It seems that this is the only way to reflect their leadership.

But this is what makes them ridiculous and cute, these technical men. Although Masaoka Kudo knows the status of the seventh group within the secret agency organization, and also knows that they all have their own intricate relationships, for public and private, and for themselves, for a variety of reasons, but he learned from Without investigating these reasons, his task is only to ensure their safety and complete the task for them.

Moreover, although these technical men do not understand actual actions. But their red tide is true to their words and resolute in their actions. If the secret society organization needs them to do anything, they can be trusted under normal circumstances. Yes, they can be trusted...

It was years ago that Masaoka Kudo joined the red tide. Masaoka Kudo, who lives in Yokohama, Japan, before he was born, his father followed the leader of the Senbe group and was always appreciated by the leader of the organization. Masaoka Kudo also joined the organization when he grew up. Perhaps the companions were jealous of the smooth luck of their father and son and slandered in front of the boss; perhaps they knew something they shouldn't know. In short, the big boss suddenly turned his face and executed Kudo Masaoka's father with a trivial excuse.

The young and energetic Kudo Masaoka really couldn't swallow this breath. In a sigh of anger, he used his abilities to get rid of the top man in the organization. The trouble caused by this is of course indispensable. Although Kudo Masaoka was extra cautious, opening every pore of his body and monitoring the surrounding environment like a radar, Cunning Sanku was eventually lost, and he eventually fell into his own hands. Just as they were about to cut off Kudo Masaoka's head as a sacrifice to the big boss, the red tide people appeared. No matter what the purpose was, they got rid of those people. Solved the crisis of Masaoka Kudo.

As soon as the cold Wakisasa left Kudo Masaoka's stiff neck, his fear disappeared, and he immediately remembered the "social justice" taught by his father.

"Hey, you saved me, and I will repay you. Come to me when you need me." Masaoka Kudo shouted.

Until now, Kudo Masaoka also firmly believes that this is the best choice he made at that time. It was probably because of this sentence that he was not silenced, and he was recruited into the secret society of this mysterious organization and became a member of the Red Tide.

Converging all his thoughts, Masaoka Kudo walked into a building. On the heavy black leather door in front of him, the words "Gukjin Hall" are striking, and the round logo is also visible. Seeing all this, Kudo Masaoka suddenly felt a kind of practical satisfaction. Everything here is too familiar. It makes people feel calm and excited. Kudo Masaoka likes this job very much, likes the environment and atmosphere here, like the round mark on the door-it reminds him of himself home.

No longer thinking about it, Masaoka Kudo opened the door and walked in.

"Hi, can Kudo come here for a while?"

A member of the seventh group stopped him from behind. This person is an expert in forging documents among the seven groups. He can make all kinds of fake things as long as he needs them. Fake fingerprints, fake wounds, and even fake DNA molecular structures. Of course, his old business still manufactures fake documents. The various documents he made can pass through almost everywhere. Masaoka Kudo has also used it several times, and has not been discovered once. It is also for this reason that this seventh group of fat men has been cherished by the secret society as a treasure. It is said that it took a lot of effort to recruit him back then.

What did he tell me to do? Masaoka Kudo walked to Buzz as he thought, raised his eyebrows at him, and waited for him to speak.

"Come on, Kudo, how about show me this?"

There are dozens of passport photos side by side on the desk.

"These are photos obtained from the airport. Of the dozens of photos, some of them must be fake. They may be used by mercenaries. Can you help me tell them? Maybe we can track them down." The fat guy in the seventh group has long been dissatisfied with the boss of the third group of the red tide, and this time he must be a problem.

Kudo Masaoka also understood his intention at this moment, and sneered secretly that this kid was too arrogant. He didn't say a word, he would look at them one by one. Bang, he bent his **** and knocked the middle one hard.

"These photos are all fake!"

The members of the seventh group were stunned. After a while, they muttered in embarrassment, "Probably, uh, our boss is looking for you..."

Masaoka Kudo walked into the front office without looking back, but he still vaguely heard the fat man talking with other people. "Hey, Charles, who is that man?"

"Shut up, don't care who he is. Anyway, those **** from the Red Tide, hurry up and trace the whereabouts of the people holding these passports!" The fat man said angrily.

(End of this chapter)