Chapter 483: The King who was once a mercenary, the professor's identity is exposed
In an abandoned unfinished building in Brooklyn, New York.
Rainey, wearing a black tight combat suit, with a thousand-dollar cigar in his mouth, looked at the slowly rising sun.
And then behind him.
There were eleven men with serious expressions, wearing various clothes and with different skin colors.
But the same thing is...the eyes of these eleven men are extremely cold and numb, their bodies are covered with various scars, and they seem to have long been accustomed to the situation of being on the verge of death.
At the moment, they did not ask anything or make any noise, but were quietly organizing the advanced weapons in their hands and the necessary equipment for the action later.
It's obvious.
These eleven people...are the killer team controlled by Rainey.
Most of them are mercenaries who have survived and retired from the meat grinder-like battlefield in the Middle East.
A few of them were originally professional killers, and were spotted by Rainey and invited to join his killer team.
“Tap—tap—tap—”
Just as everyone was organizing their equipment.
A clear sound of footsteps came from the stairs of the unfinished building.
Three seconds later.
A handsome man with long blond hair and wearing a tights, like a ballet dancer, quickly came behind the crowd.
As if he had rushed all the way here, he was holding his knees and gasping for breath, complaining.
"Your Majesty."
"I've given you this advice several times."
"Let's find a slightly better...better base. Every time I climb up to the 15th floor of this unfinished building, I almost lose my life."
Hearing these words from the handsome man.
A burly black man who was leaning against the wall and wiping a heavy sniper rifle snorted in indignation and said sarcastically.
"Dancer."
"If I were you, I should shut up at a time like this instead of wasting time with such stupid talk."
"You should be thankful... that you arrived on time again. If you were a minute late, I would have hit you hard with my fist."
"It makes you realize that as a professional killer, punctuality is the most important quality."
The words fell.
The handsome man codenamed Dancer, who was originally complaining and joking, suddenly had sharp eyes that looked tired, and his chest, which was originally heaving with heavy breathing, immediately calmed down.
Like a cold poisonous snake, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the burly black man leaning against the wall, and said viciously and cruelly.
"hyena."
"You should be glad it's you."
"If you were my assassination target, I would have a hundred ways to hang your head on the Manhattan Bridge, understand?"
"Honestly, with your assassination skills, you're not even worthy of carrying my shoes, understand?"
As soon as these words came out.
The black man codenamed Hyena breathed heavily through his nose and stared at the dancer with wide eyes.
When the two of them disliked each other and seemed like they were about to fight at the next second.
Rennie threw the cigar in his hand to the ground, crushed it lightly with his foot, turned his head and spoke without question.
"This mission is important and dangerous."
"I hope you two can put your damn energy into the next task instead of talking nonsense here."
"If you dare to fail this mission, I will tear your heads off with my own hands without anyone else's help. Do you understand?"
After hearing what Rennie said.
The dancer and the hyena were on the verge of a fight. Although they both had dissatisfaction and contempt for each other in their eyes, they immediately turned their eyes away and stopped saying harsh words.
Rennie sorted out his thoughts, and then gave a simple but precise order.
"Rattlesnake is dead."
"So we currently have twelve members in our assassin team. We will be divided into two teams for this mission, and all members will be dispatched."
"The first team is led by Dancer, who brings along five other members to find the professional killer who came to New York City."
"Kill them with your most brutal means and record the scene in real time."
"Once you find and kill a professional killer, send me the video immediately. If I tell you not to stop, keep repeating this task."
"There are many professional killers in New York City right now. Remember... don't let anything unexpected happen to me, don't let me down."
This command made the dancer immediately lick his dry lips, his eyes flashing with a ferocious light, and replied.
"Don't worry, Boss Rennie."
"I'm the best at killing my colleagues. In this special mission, I can definitely get a perfect score."
Rainey did not respond to the dancer's words and continued without hesitation.
"The other team is led by Hyena."
"The target is all the senior executives of the Morgan Consortium. Monitor, track, and kill. These six words are your mission requirements."
"Find the top executives of the Morgan Consortium and find a suitable opportunity to kill them."
"The time limit is just like the dancer's task. As long as I don't tell you to stop, you just have to keep doing it."
After hearing this.
The hyena nodded vigorously, indicating that he understood the requirements of this mission.
Then Rennie looked around at everyone present and spoke sternly in an extremely serious and unquestionable tone.
"There is no chance of failure or starting over in this mission."
"Either complete the mission or go to hell, but remember... no matter what happens, you must not reveal any of the team's internal information."
"Start taking action now."
......
Two hours after Rainey gave the order.
In the heavy off-road vehicle in a remote park, Su Ming woke up on his own without the need for an alarm clock.
Three hours of deep sleep swept away all the fatigue in his brain, enough to cope with a series of subsequent actions today.
After waking up.
Su Ming was not in a hurry to leave the park. Instead, he took out compressed biscuits and water from the back seat, munched on them to satisfy his hunger, and took out his cell phone to open the underground killer dark web.
There were hundreds of private messages, almost overwhelming.
It's obvious.
After releasing the information about the poker organization yesterday, those professional killers became obviously even crazier.
Click on the closest private message.
It was discovered that the content was not intelligence about the poker organization, but rather questions about whether the bounty was real.
Su Ming didn't even think of answering and immediately closed the page.
Any professional killer with a little experience would not doubt the authenticity of the reward when seeing the four big words "Morgan Consortium".
Then click on the next one.
The content is still worthless and even contains obvious fabricated elements.
Su Ming had some expectations for this situation. Faced with such a huge bounty, there would be many professional killers who would try to get five million dollars by using fabricated false information.
In order to avoid wasting time on such fabricated news, Su Ming also had his own ideas.
Under the temptation of five million US dollars, professional killers who are sure they have intelligence will definitely worry about not getting the money and that the message will be ignored, so they will definitely send repeated messages.
In this case, you only need to determine which dialog box has the most private messages marked, and there is a high probability that you will find the real information.
Just as Su Ming continued to scroll down to check.
A user nicknamed Poison Bee instantly attracted his attention.
Because this poisonous bee sent him nearly sixty messages, basically once every five minutes.
I immediately opened the dialog box, and a piece of information repeated dozens of times instantly came into view.
[The king of the poker organization, he once served as a mercenary in the Middle East battlefield for three years, codenamed Lion King. Many members of his killer team were once his mercenary comrades. 】
This special information made Su Ming narrow his eyes quickly.
Su Ming has always been curious about one thing... How did the poker organization recruit so many mercenaries?
Now through this information, the question that puzzled Su Ming seemed to have an answer.
But this information still needed to be verified. Su Ming did not offer a reward of five million immediately, but replied with a message in the dialog box.
[Give me some time to verify. As long as the information is correct, I will give you a reward.]
Su Ming was not in a hurry to verify, but continued to check other private messages.
Read it carefully.
Another private message from a user nicknamed "The Last Supper" that was repeated five times made Su Ming curious.
Click to open the dialog box.
This professional killer, code-named "The Last Supper", also sent the same information five times.
But the specific content made Su Ming narrow his eyes immediately and become serious.
[I am K's classmate. He used to be a computer science student at Harvard University and won many international programming competitions. However, he dropped out of school for unknown reasons. I heard that he received an invitation from a professor at a certain school to build a special company that could change the world.]
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