Chapter 481 One person is 100 million US dollars, so 14 people are 1.4 billion



Chapter 481 One person is 100 million US dollars, so 14 people are 1.4 billion

This scene.

This doesn't just happen in the Venomous Bee Squad.

Basically...all the professional killers who come to New York City specifically hoping to get the huge bounty, after seeing this latest released intelligence.

They originally felt that the 100 million dollars was not easy to earn and had no idea where to start, but they quickly became excited.

I even felt that... the Morgan Consortium was indeed a wealthy group. They already had so much information, but they were willing to spend a huge price to offer a reward.

Many professional killers saw this information.

He was also certain that the clue he had just sent a private message would definitely earn him a reward of five million dollars, so he immediately began to send private messages repeatedly.

The moment the information came out.

All the professional killers in the United States have gone completely crazy.

Everyone wants to take a bite of the 1.5 billion dollar cake. After making this profit, you can retire and enjoy life.

......

now.

At a beachfront vacation home on Staten Island, New York.

J, Q, K, and No. 10 hid in this place together to avoid being dug out by Su Ming.

This seaside holiday villa was Q's rather secretive private property, which even J and K did not know about before.

Originally, Q only planned to bring J and K, and let the other number card members hide on their own.

But in order to prevent what happened to No. 8 from happening again, K insisted on bringing No. 10 along. Now, he can only feel completely at ease when he sees No. 10 under his nose.

I have to admit it.

K still regrets to this day...why he didn't stop No. 10's idea at the beginning, and even thought that he could help clean up the mess by himself.

But no matter how much I regret, it's of no use.

He lost to Su Ming again, the professor was disappointed in him again, and No. 8 even sacrificed his life.

Just when K was filled with remorse.

J, who was sitting next to him with his hands bandaged, looked at K, who had been completely absent-minded since leaving the abandoned factory, and sighed.

"Brother K."

"Don't think about number eight."

"For now we have to keep an eye on the dog's whereabouts. Has the professor given us any new instructions? Do we still have to stay hidden?"

Hear this.

K also came back to his senses, shook his head slightly and replied.

"No."

"I guess the professor no longer trusts us."

"Now it should be him who plays against Su Ming, and has Rennie and Riley assist him."

"Although Su Ming is indeed very strong, he is still no match for the professor. Perhaps this matter will be over soon."

The words fell.

Q, who was standing next to him, raised his head, revealing his snow-white neck, as if he was about to say something.

Number 10, who was wearing a cute lolita outfit, came out with a few avocado sandwiches. She glanced at J, Q, and K and spoke softly in a very careful and flattering tone.

"Brother K, Sister Q, Brother J."

"You three haven't eaten yet. It's not a good idea to keep going like this. The teacher will definitely help us solve this problem."

"No matter what kind of problem it is, it will no longer be a problem in the teacher's hands. We can just hide away for a while without any worries."

"Once this is over, our poker organization will once again..."

Not finished yet.

Number 10 felt Q's cold and disdainful look, and immediately shut his mouth wisely and lowered his head without hesitation.

J and K will not do anything to themselves.

But if you provoke Q, he will slap himself mercilessly.

Until now.

Number 10 felt a dull pain on his left cheek and didn't dare to stay in front of Q for long, so he quickly spoke.

"I'll go wash the kitchen utensils first."

When number ten left.

K took a look at the sandwich in front of him. Judging from its exquisite appearance, No. 10 had obviously put a lot of effort into making it, or at least he didn't just do it casually.

He couldn't help but sigh again, as if he didn't want to disappoint her. He picked it up, took a small bite, and then put it back on the plate.

In order to force myself not to think about number eight.

I picked up the phone on the table and logged into the world's largest underground dark web, which contains all kinds of news and intelligence, hoping to distract myself.

But the moment he logged into the dark web.

The hot news information placed in the most conspicuous position on the homepage instantly caught his eyes, especially the title which made his eyes shocked and astonished.

The title is: The Morgan Consortium is currently offering a $1.5 billion reward for the heads of all members of the poker organization on the underground killer dark web.

After seeing this title.

K stood up subconsciously and felt a chill down his spine.

Seeing K's out-of-control look, Q couldn't help but frowned, and then asked in confusion.

"K, what's wrong?"

"Did the professor send an action plan, or something else?"

Regarding Q’s question.

K was silent for several seconds before answering in a hoarse voice.

"Something happened."

"Old Morgan has offered a bounty of 1.5 billion US dollars to the underground assassin organization for us."

"And if you bring the body of one of us, you can get $100 million directly. Such a huge reward is an irresistible temptation for those professional killers."

"If nothing unexpected happens, every place in New York is extremely dangerous for us. It is very likely that... there are professional killers lying in ambush nearby."

Speaking of this.

K's eyes became extremely solemn, and he spoke seriously.

"no."

"I can't just sit there and do nothing. I'm going to ask the professor how to deal with this matter."

......

now.

Just as K said this with a little horror and was about to call the professor immediately.

Number 10, who was hiding behind the kitchen wall, heard the message just as clearly.

But compared to the worried and nervous K.

There was a strange light in No. 10's eyes. He bit the nail of his right thumb and murmured softly, not knowing what his emotion was.

"One hundred million dollars per person."

"Those fourteen people mean... fourteen hundred million dollars..."

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