Belarus, Brest Grand Hotel.
Duncan is wearing work clothes and a gray knitted hat, and is disassembling a guest room door.
The piercing sound of an electric drill disturbed the strip party taking place next door.
A fat man with long hair and tattoos opened the door with his chest exposed, and came out cursing while holding a pistol.
"Asshole, your damn electric drill is making so much noise! If you don't want to die, get out of here!"
Duncan turned a deaf ear and continued to dismantle the guest room door.
Seeing that Duncan dared to ignore him, the fat man walked over angrily.
"Fake, labor and management are talking to you!"
His fat hands were placed on Duncan's shoulders, trying to pull him away.
Duncan turned around directly, aimed at his crotch and kneed him directly.
"Ouch!"
The long-haired fat man covered his little brother and staggered back to the wall of the corridor, leaning against the wall and screaming with his mouth wide open.
Duncan put the electric drill back into the tool bag and replaced it with a nail gun.
The fat man was still yelling, "Asshole, I'm going to kill you!"
Duncan took the fat man's right hand, and with a 'bang' sound, a long nail passed through the palm of his right hand and was nailed to the wall.
"Ah!!!"
The fat man raised his head and screamed.
Duncan pulled up his left hand again with an expressionless face, and nailed his left palm to the wall like a French cannon.
Then he picked up the pistol that the fat man had dropped on the ground, lay down on the ground and pointed it at the room where the fat man came out.
"Come and save me! Falk!"
The fat man almost roared, and the noisy music in the room suddenly stopped, and the sound of messy footsteps could be heard.
Duncan's eyes were calm, he aimed at the first bodyguard and rushed out of the room, shooting him in the knee with a 'bang' shot.
"Ah!" the bodyguard screamed and knelt down on one knee, Duncan shot her in the head again.
The second bodyguard didn't dare to come out, so he stretched out the muzzle of his gun and pointed it outside and pulled the trigger crazily.
Bullets flew above Duncan, and one bullet almost hit the fat man who was nailed to the wall.
The fat man was furious, turned around and cursed, "Asshole, you almost shot me!"
The bodyguard in the room did not dare to shoot randomly anymore. He hid at the door and felt at a loss.
Duncan stood up and quickly approached the room, straightened his arm, put the muzzle of the gun against the door, and fired a shot.
The next second, the body of the bodyguard hiding behind the door was slapped heavily on the ground.
Duncan walked into the room vigilantly, holding a pistol. Several sexy girls with bare breasts were screaming and squatting in the corner.
He swept past the group of call girls and ignored them as he walked into the bedroom inside.
There is an open computer on a round table in the bedroom.
Duncan walked over and found his detailed information on the computer screen.
His expression turned cold, he turned around and quickly left the room, coming to the fat man who was nailed to the wall of the corridor.
"Pedro Gonzalez Gonzalez?"
The fat man nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, spare my life, please spare my life!"
Duncan took off the knitted hat on his head and straightened his face.
"Do you know me?"
The fat man's pupils shrank, with a horrified expression on his face.
"You, you..."
"So this is a trap specifically targeted at me?" Duncan asked coldly.
The fat man didn't dare to answer, he just begged for mercy.
"Spare your life, spare your life!"
Duncan threw away the pistol, picked up the nail gun on the ground, and pointed it at his crotch.
"Who gave you the mission?"
The fat man felt a coldness in his crotch, and he quickly pressed his buttocks against the wall.
"I don't know, I took this mission from the mission platform!"
Duncan narrowed his eyes and asked.
"What mission platform?"
The fat man didn't dare to delay and answered immediately.
"Resale Mission Trading Platform!"
Duncan frowned. He had no impression of this killer trading platform, so he directly held the nail gun against his younger brother and asked again in a cold voice.
"What kind of mission platform is this?"
The fat man had a grimace and didn't dare to move.
"It's just a second-hand task trading platform. The tasks on the platform are all second-hand tasks transferred by other experts..."
Second hand?!
Although Duncan has experienced a career as a killer for more than thirty years, he has already developed a will as strong as steel, and he was so angry at this answer that he almost broke his skills.
The legendary figure in the killer world, 'Black Caesar', who can stop children from crying, was listed on a second-hand mission trading platform?!
At this moment, old Duncan just felt that he had been insulted!!!
"Fake!" Duncan cursed through gritted teeth. The nail gun in his hand was fired directly. The long nail penetrated the fat man's younger brother and nailed it to the wall.
"Uhhh!!!"
The fat man just screamed.
The next second, a long nail passed through his forehead and nailed his head to the wall.
Duncan quickly packed up his tools and walked quickly into a bathroom at the corner. When he came out again, he was already a well-dressed middle-aged gentleman.
He walked out of the hotel calmly, hailed a taxi, and returned to his temporary residence.
New York In a high-end hotel, Richard put a coat on Vivian's shoulders.
"You've been preoccupied tonight..."
Vivian tightened his coat and nodded silently.
Richard guessed. "Because of your idiot boss?"
Vivian turned to look at him in surprise.
Richard shrugged. "It seems I guessed it right~"
At this time, the phone rang. Vivian quickly walked to the bed and picked up the phone to answer the call.
"Vivian..."
"Duncan..."
On the other end of the phone, Duncan Furui Mubo's voice came, "Do you know about this mission in advance?"
Vivian turned pale and opened his mouth but could not speak.
"..."
Duncan hung up the phone directly.
Vivian The hand holding the mobile phone hung weakly on the bed, and her delicate body was trembling.
Richard walked over and held her in his arms. "Don't be afraid, Vivian, I will protect you."
Vivian hugged him emotionally, but then he realized what he was doing, pushed Richard away, got up and hurriedly packed his clothes.
"No, this matter has nothing to do with you. Leave New York immediately, leave United States!"
Richard sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes full of smiles when he saw her panic reaction.
Zhang Ailing's words are indeed a wise saying~