Battlefield Contractor

"What will happen to us? There is no need to worry about Mr. Chief. After all, you will no longer be the Chief after this afternoon, General." Qiao said with a cold smile, "We will have new leadership, new ways of doing things, new The mindset and new friends. Morningstar will have unprecedented development, which will never be achieved in the hands of your generation."

"Then what do you plan to do with me, shoot me?" The general smiled slightly. "Compared to death from illness, I prefer this more masculine way of death."

"Of course not. Killing you will cause too many repercussions. You have been in charge of Morningstar for more than ten years, and the impact is too great. No one will take such a risk to execute you. Especially we have not caught Silver Wolf, you will It is the best bait, and it can become a bargaining chip if it is not good enough." Qiao smiled slightly, "I am a pragmatist, and very frugal, naturally I will not waste high-value goals like you."

"It's a great honor. It's a pity that my high-value goal is about to die." The general laughed, "If it weren't for this, do you really think you can hide everything you have done?"

"Look at him, don't let anything happen to him." Joe said to the general's assistant, and then he glanced at the old man with complicated eyes, turned and walked out with the other board members.

The general said calmly, "How much did they bid to make you betray me"

"Sorry General, I know this will make you very uncomfortable. But you should also know that everyone has a price. As long as the price is high enough, someone will always betray you, either me or someone else. And the recent economic downturn , There is no high income as an assistant," the assistant said calmly.

"Yeah, I understand. That said they gave you a lot of money, that's really congratulations to get rich." The general smiled, "But, do you want to make more?"

"Yes, dreams. But I also know that once I let you go, I will die of the money." The assistant hesitated and shook his head.

"I didn't tell you to let me go." The general smiled slightly, "I only need your help, it's definitely a small favor without risk. And you will earn more than betraying me. Think about it, Chances are not every day."

"What kind of busy?" The young assistant was somewhat alert and authentic.

"It's just a very simple thing. Bring me something." The general calmly said, "A very simple thing, you can get one million. And no one will know that you helped me. This price ,what do you think"

"One million" said the assistant slightly surprised.

"Why, you are suspecting that I have no money" the general smiled slightly, "still suspecting that you are not worth the price"

The assistant hesitated and said, "What do you want me to bring for you?"

"Across from the company building, the restaurant that sells fried chicken. You buy a fried chicken and tell them that you need the secret sauce from their store." The general smiled slightly.

"A fried chicken with secret sauce. It's that simple." The assistant couldn't believe his ears.

The general smiled bitterly, "I'm like this, what else can be complicated? I just like the fried chicken wings in that store. This request shouldn't be too much."

"I will buy you a fried chicken, and you will give me a million dollars. How would you pay me?" The assistant looked at the general in disbelief.

"I can transfer money with a single phone call. It doesn't matter if you don't want it. I can always find someone to buy it for me." The old man sighed.

The assistant said immediately, "Wait a minute, I will go now."

He now fully agrees with Joe's statement that the old guy is old, even a little confused. Doing this little thing for him can make a million, so why not do it. But if he doesn't have any money, he won't lose anything. Anyway, his assistant runs errands for him every day. But in case he really has it, and it's really for him, the assistant feels dry when he thinks of this, and seems to be as excited as he has received the money.

He locked the general in the safe house, then quickly went downstairs and ran to the small fast food restaurant opposite. Feeling a little nervous and said, "I want a fried chicken, oh, yes, I will add the secret sauce in your store."

This time period is not meal time, so there are no people in the restaurant. He was greeted by the fat boss in the fast food restaurant, a fat man in his forties. When he heard that he wanted a secret sauce, he moved his eyebrows slightly, "May I ask if you want sweet sauce or hot sauce"

"This is not too clear. Let's have two." Helping to think about it, he took out his wallet and asked, "How much?"

"I'll send you." The fat boss said kindly.

"Send me" the assistant stunned.

The chubby boss looked kind, "Yes, I will send you. I will send you on the road."

Before the assistant could react, the fat boss had already made a sudden move, and his two stubby arms suddenly hit the assistant's neck, and his arms quickly completed a triangle lock, suddenly exerting force. With a "click", the assistant softened. He didn't believe he would be broken his neck by the owner of a fast food restaurant to death.

The CEO’s assistant, although called an assistant, is actually responsible for defending the CEO. All are skilled masters, but such masters seem to be vulnerable to the little boss of this fast food restaurant. Several employees in the store were watching, but no one was surprised.

With a gloomy expression on his face, the fat boss kicked the plastic bucket beside him and threw the assistant in. Then he went to the kitchen at the back alone and opened the drawer.

This drawer has three layers, the upper layer is an automatic rifle, the middle layer is a pistol, and the lower layer is a variety of knives.

The fat boss quickly put on his body armor and fastened the two pistols to his thighs with belts, and then he quickly pressed the bullets in the automatic rifle magazine. Twelve years, almost when the Morningstar Company was built, there was this fast food restaurant selling fried chicken on the opposite side, as well as this fat boss. No one has ever known, and no one has ever suspected that this fat boss is the second director of Morningstar, even above Silver Wolf.

"General, it's been twelve years, and this day is finally there." The fat man picked up a gilded pistol and lowered his head to kiss the handle of the gun. Gentle as if he was treating his lover. Then he calmly carried the automatic rifle behind him, and put a few hands and arms into a travel bag.

After doing all this, he stood back in the shop again and looked around the fast food restaurant. Calmly said to the employees in the store, "You all go, this matter has nothing to do with you." Then, carrying the travel bag, he walked toward the tall building opposite without hesitation.

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