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Chapter 273 - 273 273 Brother is in charge of killing not burying!

273: Chapter 273: Brother is in charge of killing, not burying!

273: Chapter 273: Brother is in charge of killing, not burying!

Underworld?

Jack frowned and asked, “Is there such a place on Earth?

How come I’ve never heard of it!”

Wu Jie laughed and said, “You still haven’t studied culture deeply enough!”

Jack chuckled and said, “Who cares where it is, as long as mercenaries can make money, that’s all that matters!”

“Making money, oh!

Quite a fortune!

Especially when people show their gratitude during holidays, you can earn billions, or even more!”

“No way?

What kind of currency would that be?

It’s not the kind where you spend trillions just to buy a bottle of cola, is it?

What place are you talking about, exactly?” Jack asked curiously.

Wu Jie curled his lips and laughed, “Don’t worry about where it is, the important thing is that it’s profitable.

By the way, what’s the name of that Mercenary Corps?”

“Black Angel!

Not very famous internationally, but they’ve never failed in serving their employers for many years, tightly organized and equipped with advanced gear.

They are selective about their jobs; they never take on gigs that don’t pay well and are too dangerous.”

At this point, Jack suddenly laughed and said:

“If you secure the security contract for the East African SAM project, you could give it to them to handle.

I can give you the contact information, but you’ll have to pay me a finder’s fee.”

Wu Jie rolled his eyes.

“Even though it’s a project worth billions of Gold Coin, I haven’t even won the bid yet, and you’re already so eager to make money?”

Jack sighed and said, “Whether as a mercenary or an assassin!

Living life on the edge, always close to death, spending money extravagantly is inevitable.

Many, once without a mission, indulge in a wild and dissolute lifestyle, spending too much money too fiercely!”

Wu Jie nodded slightly and took out his phone: “Give me a phone number.

I’ll need you to provide some battle records for the bid on my end.

If we win the bid, I’ll also need you to help set up a bridge for signing the contract!”

Jack hurriedly gave him a number and especially said:

“Our organization is active in turmoil-stricken regions all year round.

We have our own intelligence network there, and we know that your group has a very high chance of winning this project.

Otherwise, do you think I’d talk so much with you?”

Wu Jie laughed heartily, “You really are clever!”

“Don’t insult me, I know that’s a euphemism for cursing!”

As he spoke, Jack shook the handcuffs around his wrist.

“Now that we’ve agreed on everything, can you let me go?

I’ve never seen anyone do business like you do.”

“Would you have believed me if I approached you in a friendly and polite manner?”

Wu Jie stood up and said with a smile, “Just wait, I’ll have someone come and unlock you right away!”

“Wait a minute!”

Jack suddenly laughed, “Your cigarette, the flavor’s really good.

What brand is it?”

“It’s my own homegrown tobacco; you can’t buy it!”

Wu Jie laughed heartily and walked towards the door, casually hitting the exhaust button.

“Rich people, really something!”

Jack murmured to himself.

In the low hum.

The exhaust fan in the ventilation duct continuously sucked the smoke out of the interrogation room.

…

Wu Jie hurried into the nearby surveillance room.

The atmosphere was heavy.

What Wu Jie had turned off was just the camera function; the real-time recording was still working.

So, everyone heard it.

Tang Xiao, who had been stony-faced, suddenly turned to look at Wu Jie.

“I’ve never seen an interrogation as relaxed as yours.

Did you give him some mind-confusing drug or something?

He’s spilling everything!”

Wu Jie smiled and said, “He bears no ill will towards me, and I can bring him benefits.

Why wouldn’t he chat as he pleases?”

Tang Xiao asked in astonishment, “Strange!

If they could investigate your background in such detail, why couldn’t they find out about me?”

“Mercenaries get paid to work, committing countless misdeeds.

Those who luckily escape can’t remember every single one, not to mention, Jack is now with the assassin organization, not the Black Angel Mercenary Corps!”

While speaking, Wu Jie said to the police officer at the door, “He’s not the main culprit.

Let him go to lure the snake out of its hole!”

“You mean a trap to ‘invite the gentleman into the urn,’ right?”

Tang Xiao pursed her lips.

“Damn it!

Don’t make fun of my lack of culture; I’m a college monk!”

“A science major!” Tang Xiao gave a blank look.

Wu Jie waved his hand and said, “Alright!

For now, the best course of action is to fight for the bid on the East African SAM project, then hire this Black Angel Mercenary Group.

When the time comes, catching their man will be like fishing fish in a barrel.

Whether to kill or to carve up will then be entirely up to you.”

Tang Xiao snorted a laugh.

“Plans can’t keep up with changes!

And we still don’t know if Jack was lying!”

“But…

this is also a good lead.

I’ll have someone check it out thoroughly!”

Back in the underground parking lot.

Tang Xiao had just gotten into the car when she suddenly asked, “The cigarette you gave him, you didn’t tamper with it, did you?”

“Why do you ask?

Anyway…

I take care of the killing, not the burying!”

Wu Jie smiled mysteriously and turned on the massage function of the seat after getting into the car.

Thinking about how gentle and considerate Chu Yunxuan was, and then looking at Tang Xiao frowning in deep thought beside him…

Why was there such a big gap between women?

That’s not right!

Only the likes of Chu Yunxuan and Lin Yuan could be considered women, with tenderness like water and beauty paired with talent.

And those like Tang Xiao, Tang Xin, and Fang Qingya, had to be called “tough women.”

Hum~

The business van entered the airport expressway once more, but it didn’t head toward the bustling metropolis; instead, it proceeded to the suburbs.

Eventually, it slowly arrived at a sprawling compound.

Sentry posts stood proudly, with guns at the ready.

After a thorough check, the business van slowly drove in.

While driving through the compound, Wu Jie saw more than one patrol team.

Damn!

Which crazy assassin would come to a place like this to be beheaded?

They would probably be shredded into a bloody sieve by an array of light and heavy weaponry before even making it inside.

Not long after!

The business van stopped at the entrance of a small courtyard.

Tang Xiao got out of the car and, as if she were entering her own home, pulled Wu Jie along familiar paths straight inside.

“Sir Kong, is there any cold rice or leftovers at home?

I’m hungry!” she called out as soon as she entered the living room.

On the sofa sat an elderly man with a square face who looked dignified and imposing even when not angry.

He was wearing reading glasses and looking at a newspaper; on hearing the shout, he glanced over slightly.

“Didn’t you eat on the plane?

Why shout hungry the moment you walk in?

Go to the kitchen and find something yourself!”

Wu Jie caught sight of an ashtray on the table and quickly pulled out a cigarette to offer.

“Sir Kong, please have a cigarette!”

Old Mr.

Kong didn’t hurry to take the cigarette, slowly folding his newspaper and removing his reading glasses before finally picking one out.

With a snap!

Wu Jie hurried to light it for him.

“Eh…

this is good stuff.

Special supply cigarettes with no nicotine, too tepid to enjoy!”

Old Mr.

Kong slightly squinted his eyes and gestured for Wu Jie to sit down on the sofa next to him.

“The war art collection you sent Old Tang was quite nice; do you have a digital version?

Send me a copy!”

“I’ll send it to you right away!”

Wu Jie immediately took out his cell phone, only to become dumbfounded the next instant.

Crap!

No signal!

Old Mr.

Kong laughed heartily and said, “It’s your first time here; you didn’t know that this place blocks mobile signals.

I’ll write down my email for you, you can send it to me later!”

With the cigarette in his mouth, he put his reading glasses back on.

Old Mr.

Kong took a pen from the pocket of his shirt and wrote directly on the newspaper.

He tore off the piece of paper and gave it to Wu Jie, saying with a chuckle:

“You’re quite something, you know!

My grandson has been chasing Xiao for years without success, yet you, you actually had a flash marriage with her!”

“It’s fate!” Wu Jie said with a modest smile.

Shaking off some ash, Old Mr.

Kong laughed and said:

“Cheetah Special Operations Squadron, and they can’t compete with you even with six guys ganging up on you!”

“Your combat skills are so impressive.

How about sparring with my good-for-nothing grandson tomorrow?”

“Ever since he won the championship in the military combat competition, he has become quite arrogant.”

“He even says that he can take down more than one Cheetah team member, not just six at a time, which means he’s boasting that he’s even better than you, right?”

“So, it’s just perfect that you’re here this time; you must properly teach him how to be humble!”

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