$10 Million Bounty

2024-04-25

Author: Pencil Dancing

When Sloan said the other party was not from the Yakuza, whether it was the Gunsmith or the Repairman, everyone looked somewhat relieved. But when they thought of Rock Lee, who had caused Fox's death, a dark cloud rose in their hearts.

That kind of power was far too terrifying. If it hit, you died; if it grazed you, you were injured. It was especially devastating against Butcher, who fought with blades. The others were all experts with guns, and even the Repairman used guns.

"Sloan, are we still bringing Cross's son here?" the Gunsmith asked.

Sloan pondered for a moment before saying, "Carlos's son is the only one we can think of who can deal with Cross. They have the same blood running through their veins."

The Gunsmith disagreed and argued, "But Carlos has already arranged for people from the Charlotte Agency to protect his son. Do we still have a chance?"

"Besides, Wesley may already know about his background."

Hearing the Gunsmith say that, the others largely agreed.

Sloan stared at them and slowly said, "None of you are Cross's match. Wesley is the only one Cross will not kill. Only by bringing him here and training him can we defeat Cross."

"As long as Carlos has not met Wesley and has not produced real proof, I have a way to make him believe us." Sloan spoke with forceful confidence.

Upon hearing Sloan say this, no one argued further. Instead, they asked, "Are we all going out to bring Wesley back?"

Sloan shook his head. "No. We need to guard against Carlos's attack. Since he can spend money to hire people to protect his son, we can spend money to hire people to kill those responsible for protecting him."

"And we have more money than Carlos!"

Soon, Sloan and the others discussed their next plan and issued a series of bounties through The Continental Hotel. Every employee of the Charlotte Doyle Agency, including Charlotte Doyle himself, was to be killed. There were five people in total, each head worth $2 million. Anyone could take the contract, and anyone who succeeded could collect the reward from The Continental Hotel.

And for this, Sloan only had to pay $10 million. That might have been an astronomical sum to ordinary people, but to the Brotherhood of Assassins, which had endured for a thousand years, it was nothing. It did not even count as a moderate expense.

The next day.

Early in the morning, Carlos arrived to see Charlotte Doyle with a large canvas bag stuffed full of things.

Seeing Carlos enter with the bulging canvas bag on his back, Charlotte asked, "Man, did you pack grenades and guns in there?"

After entering the living room, Carlos placed the canvas bag on the table and opened it. He took out a stack of blueprints and said, "Charlotte, the Brotherhood of Assassins headquarters is The Textile Factory at Number Seventeen in Brooklyn, New York. These are its construction blueprints. Take a look first, then we can discuss the battle plan."

Taking the blueprints Cross handed him, Charlotte examined them carefully, page by page. He mainly memorized the terrain, every room, storage room, and ventilation duct. Any place where someone could hide, he committed to memory in case someone concealed themselves there and launched a surprise attack.

Charlotte also memorized all the attack routes Carlos had marked, as well as the places that should be blown up. But he would not be using rat bombs. It was not because Charlotte was an animal welfare advocate who thought rat bombs were too cruel, but because his Kunai and Explosive Tags were no less effective than Carlos's rat bombs.

After all, just imagining catching more than a thousand rats and tying bombs to each one made him sick, especially those black rats hiding in sewers and similar places.

Seeing that Charlotte had roughly gone through the blueprints, Carlos said, "My idea is to make some rats with bombs tied to them. When the time comes, we'll send the rat army into The Textile Factory and detonate them."

"That will not only cause effective casualties, but also create chaos. Then we can charge in amid the confusion and wipe out the Brotherhood of Assassins in one stroke."

As he spoke, Carlos also took out the watch-like bomb device he had made and showed it to Charlotte, indicating that tying it to a rat would not affect the rat's movements.

Just as Carlos was explaining his plan, Charlotte's phone suddenly rang. Seeing Ginny's name on the caller ID, Charlotte answered and gestured for Carlos to wait.

"Ginny, what is it?" Charlotte wondered why Ginny was calling so early.

"Charlotte, I have some bad news."

"What happened? Ginny, just say it."

Ginny's tone was extremely serious as she said word by word, "Charlotte, all of us have been placed on The Continental Hotel's bounty list."

"All of us?" Charlotte caught the key phrase.

"Yes, all of us. This morning, The Continental Hotel updated its bounty contracts. Everyone from the Charlotte Agency is on the list—you, me, Umino Iruka, Sasuke Uchiha, and Rock Lee. Each person is worth $2 million, for a total of $10 million."

"The important thing is that this contract is open to everyone. Anyone can take it. I think assassins from The Continental Hotel have already begun moving!"

"Charlotte Doyle, we're in big trouble."

After hearing Ginny out, Charlotte Doyle knew things had indeed become complicated. He had never expected to become a bounty target of The Continental Hotel one day. Was this the fate of a Legendary Assassin? Come to think of it, the previous $2 million bounty target had been the retired former Legendary Assassin, John Wick.

He had not expected the other side, as an assassin organization, to make an assassination contract through The Continental Hotel.

Do you have no shame at all?

Charlotte remained calm and said steadily, "Ginny, don't worry. We all know the strength of The Continental Hotel's assassins. They definitely aren't your match. It's just going to be troublesome."

"For the time being, protect yourselves and Wesley. Cross and I will wipe out the Brotherhood of Assassins as soon as possible. I'll find a way to make Sloan cancel the bounty."

Charlotte knew that if the bounty was not canceled, the contract would remain posted until someone completed it. By then, countless people seeking money and fame would come knocking to assassinate them.

Although Charlotte Doyle was not afraid of them, he hated having these flies constantly buzzing around him.

Hearing the confidence in Charlotte's voice, Ginny said no more and hung up. The main purpose of the call had been to tell Charlotte that he was also on the bounty list, so he would not be suddenly attacked without preparation.

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