Battlefield Contractor

As the other security guards fell under the fat man’s gun, the last one guarding the door put down the gun. He raised his hand and looked at the fat man nervously, "You don’t need to be like this, I don’t want to Die, I still have my family."

The fat man put away the Remington shotgun and said calmly, "You don't have to do this, because I have no bullets. But you still saved your own life and let the way go."

"You can't get in. This is the best safe house with a fingerprint recognition lock. No one except the members of the 12-seat board of directors can get in. Not even us." The security guard said with difficulty.

I didn't know that the fat man seemed to have not heard him at all, and walked straight over, took off his tactical gloves, and put a hand on the fingerprint recognition lock. The computer scans immediately and starts searching for the counterpart based on his entire palm print. Finally stayed in a striking position.

Name: Sex: Age:

After these three question marks, it is a striking position: the second seat of the board of directors.

The security guard almost stared out his eyes. This ugly and bloated fat man turned out to be the No. 2 figure in Morningstar. The second seat of the company's board of directors.

I have never seen this second director for a long time. No one knows who he is, no one knows whether he is male or female, tall or short. He also never attends any meetings and activities of the board of directors, but no matter what the 12-seat board of directors of Morningstar will discuss, there will always be a chair that no one has ever sat on.

This is the rule, even if someone as powerful as Michelle Silver Wolf can only sit in the third seat according to the rule, and vacate the second seat. Because in their eyes, regardless of whether this mysterious figure is present or not, they must be respected.

The door of the safe house opened, and the fat man walked in, looked at the general in the wheelchair, and said calmly, "Long time no see."

"It's true. I thought that the secret code for the secret sauce we agreed upon might never be used. I didn't expect to use it during the best days of my life." The general sighed.

"I'll take you out." The fat man looked at him and said.

"I asked you to come, not for you to save me." The general said slowly, "If I am thirty years younger, I don't need you to save me at all. And now, even you can't save me. What I need is Oxygen, expensive drugs, painful chemotherapy. So if you take me out now, it will only kill me. It will not save me."

"But in that case, why did you bring me this promised signal?" The fat man looked at him and said.

"Because things are becoming more and more dangerous, I can no longer control Morningstar. So I can't let you continue to be at ease. I must expose you to Joe." The general said slowly. "This way he will think you are a real threat and must get rid of you."

"This is what you want to do when you are dying and count me out" the fat man smiled bitterly.

The general shook his head and said, "We all know that he can't kill you. And I also know that if you don't drive you to a dead end, you won't do it. Now that your identity information has been exposed, you can no longer live in peace as before. If you want to survive, the most important thing now is to run away and find Silver Wolf, maybe he will have a solution to this crisis."

"You know, old ghost, I even wanted to save you." The fat man shook his head, "but now I can't help but want to kill you with a shot."

"I understand." The old general sighed.

"Then what do you do?" The fat man looked at the general.

The general shook his head, "I can't go, and I don't need to go. At least at this stage, I'm still the person they fear. Joe still dare not do anything to me. Besides, I'm so sick that I can only breathe out. There is not much difference in killing me. But they will never let you go, because you have the ability. You and Silver Wolf are their targets."

"So you don't want to escape at all, but let me save you. The purpose is just to let me expose myself." The fat man became a little angry.

"Yes, I must create some trouble for them and distract them from the Silver Wolf. This is good for both of you." The general said lightly.

"Damn it, I have been retired for twelve years. In the past twelve years, I have not dealt with machine guns but chicken legs. I am a **** small fast food restaurant selling fried chicken, too ordinary a little boss. Besides mine His waist has grown by five inches and his weight has increased by 15 kilograms." The fat man said angrily, "I am not the kind of fighter you were looking for anymore."

"But you still got here alone, scaring the guards outside to kneel and begging for mercy. This is the headquarters of the Morningstar Military Security Company. Everyone knows what this means. So Joe will treat you as a threat, and he will chase you at any cost. Kill you. In order to survive, you can only cooperate with Silver Wolf and get rid of Joe." The general smiled slightly, "A simple trick to kill with a knife, even when Joe dies, he may not be able to realize that he actually killed him. His person is me."

"You are still so cold and confident that it makes me sick." The fat man said coldly.

"You never agree with me. That's why you haven't participated in a board meeting since the establishment of the company." The general glared at him. "But you can see that even if you are not there, I still manage the entire Morningstar company. Became the world’s top military company."

"Yes, you did it. But I also did what I promised to save you when you were most dangerous. Unfortunately, you don't need it. Now we don't owe each other." The fat man sneered and left. Gun in hand.

"You don't owe me anymore, but you still owe other people's comrades who shed blood and died for you. They are all relying on Morningstar to bear the burden. Once the company is gone, what do you think will be the fate of them and their families? "Such" the general sneered.

The fat man was silent for a few minutes, then turned around and said, "Where is the silver wolf, something like this has happened. He didn't even show up."

"Qiao's news was blocked very well. He started planning very early and implemented it very carefully. Silver Wolf currently doesn't know what happened, especially he is still in Africa." The general said lightly.

The fat "African" frowned.

"Yes Africa, and your best friend back then, Black Panther Gure." The general said calmly, "He is now the head of the African branch."

"Damn, this guy is still alive. I thought he couldn't get out of Guantanamo prison alive." The fat man said unexpectedly.

The general looked at his watch, "Go find them, you have five minutes to leave."

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