Battlefield Contractor

"It looks like the person we are looking for, but are you sure you are not going to use these two people to find other secret agencies who have penetrated into the CIA?" Lin Rui frowned and asked.

"No need. These two people are just small characters. Otherwise, it is impossible to risk doing this kind of thing. Even if they are caught, they probably won't have much effect.

They have good skills and some abilities. But it's just a tool man, the kind that can be discarded at any time. Chief Burns thought they were worthless.

Moreover, their attack on the base this time made the director quite annoyed. After all, he had just taken office and encountered such a thing. So he thought it was too bad for him. "Linda replied.

"That's also true. Your chief is not a good man and believer." Lin Rui smiled mockingly.

"So he decided to teach them a lesson. Just start with these two people." Linda replied.

"What are you going to do?" Lin Rui asked.

"We have all their information, including all their details. And we know their specific location. We can provide you with any assistance you need.

As for how to deal with them? It's your business. But I warn you, these two people are not simple characters. They are trained and highly alert. "Linda replied.

"Leave their information. I need to prepare. Within three days, these two people will definitely disappear." Lin Rui nodded.

"One more thing, Chief Burns doesn't want this matter to cause too much noise. He needs these two people to look like pure accidents.

Of course, after their deaths, the CIA's internal investigation report and their personal files will also indicate that they died purely by accident. "Linda replied.

"This is a bit difficult. You know our technique. It looks like an accident to make a guy with gunshot eyes or a cut throat look like an accident, but it's a bit difficult." Lin Rui sighed.

"It's up to you to find a way. But if you need assistance, we can provide you with something." Linda looked at Lin Rui, took out a small bottle of medicine from her bag and placed it on the table.

"What is this?" Lin Rui frowned.

Linda slowly said, "A newest medicine. After this medicine enters the blood, it will quickly cause the heart muscle to contract, which can be fatal in a short time.

Looks like he died of myocardial infarction. The most important point is that it is suspected that the composition of this medicine is special, and all the current pharmacological tests cannot detect it. "

"It's amazing. The legendary assassination artifact of the CIA?" Lin Rui shrugged.

"This is the sixth-generation product, and even the most authoritative testing organization can't find it. It only takes a small amount to easily cause a person to die of heart disease." Linda replied.

Lin Rui took the bottle and said, "I'll take the stuff. But I think it's not our job to sneak poisoning this kind of thing."

"As long as you can guarantee that there will be no too much noise, and on the surface it can be passed. We will take care of other things." Linda replied. "The CIA agent died, and the investigation into the cause of their death is done by ourselves.

We can refuse anyone to intervene, so how did they die? It's just a word from us and a report.

But I have to warn you, Chief Burns, I don’t want to see bullets flying around and exploding.

He has just taken office not long ago, and will go fishing with the president in the afternoon. I hope everything can be spent in a peaceful and quiet environment. "

"You director can really enjoy life." Lin Rui mocked. "He is playing golf and fishing leisurely by the lake or on the grass. He also joked with your Excellency the President.

And we are here to help him get things done. It sounds really good. "

"Do it well, within a week." Linda waved to him, "I'm just a messenger, you don't need to complain to me."

"This is not a complaint, but a mockery." Lin Rui sneered coldly.

That night, a black man in a suit and leather shoes returned from get off work with a suitcase as usual and returned to his residence.

On the surface, he works for a small company and is an ordinary employee. But in fact his name is George and he is an employee of the CIA.

A veteran agent with six years of intelligence experience, but also a member of the secret agency organization that penetrated into the CIA.

On the surface, he is relaxed, but in fact he is worried. People like them have long learned how to hide their true emotions.

The day before yesterday, a miss in the operation of the hospital had already filled George with anxiety. There was no problem with intelligence, but after he entered the hospital smoothly, he didn't find the target he was going to assassinate.

In the end, they could only evacuate in a hurry.

Although he was sure that he did not leave any evidence, an almost innate alertness occupied his heart.

In the ward that was supposed to be the target, he met three strangers. In order not to leave evidence, he killed the three people on the spot.

But afterwards, he regretted it a bit. These three people were obviously not like agents, but more like military personnel. This incident is likely to get yourself in trouble.

On the way from get off work, George walked very slowly. His expression was relaxed, and even when he was walking down the street, he was still in the mood to look at the shop window next to the street.

But in fact, he wanted to observe whether there were suspicious people behind him through these windows.

So far, the situation is good, no one followed along the way. This made George's mood a little relaxed.

He looked around again vigilantly, and he was quite familiar with the environment around his residence. Familiar with every shop in the surrounding area and most of the locals who are active in this area.

Everything is the same as usual, without any exceptions. But the vigilance that has been lingering in his heart, is it so?

Is it a keen sixth sense, or is it self-doubt caused by the failure of the last mission?

His residence outside the base was right in front of him, and George heaved a sigh of relief when he walked here.

He walked forward slowly until he reached the door and pretended to touch the key from his pocket, but his eyes were carefully observing the position of the door handle.

Everything is okay, and the secret memory made on the doorknob has not been passive.

Even in the crack of the door, the strand of hair he deliberately clamped before leaving did not show any trace of movement.

George breathed a sigh of relief, took out the key, opened the door, and walked in slowly.

Everything in the room was as usual, and George put down his briefcase and sat down on the sofa.

This day was too bad. Since the last operation failed, he has been worried that he will be suspected, and he is cautious no matter what he does, but he still has a disguised smile on his face.

Now he finally doesn't have to pretend anymore.