New York Manhattan SAR, Damocles Service Company.
Blut is receiving several visitors at Reception Room.
He held up a simple dagger and stroked the ancient sword as if facing his lover.
"This is the sword of the ancient German general Arminius. He killed countless Rome people in the Teutoburg Forest..."
"The hilt of the sword is made from the bones of ancient Rome people..."
One of the visitors, a lady wearing sunglasses, said silently, "What a wonderful story, Mr. Blut, can we get down to business now?"
"Of course~" Blut put the ancient sword back into the weapon rack and sat back down with a full belly.
"Your company's financials at the beginning of the year show that Damocles Service Company's debt this year is as high as US$29 million."
Blut admitted generously. "That's right."
"But we were surprised to find that this liability turned into income?"
Blut nodded. "That's right!"
"So you admit to falsifying financial statements and maliciously raising prices in response to our group's acquisition?"
Blut shook her index finger and said, "No, no, no! Miss Mitchell doesn't know something~"
"Our company controls half of the pensions of retired employees. They use this half of their pensions to invest in the company, and the company pays a corresponding share."
The lady in sunglasses and her two companions on the left and right looked at each other and said.
"Please explain, Mr. Blut."
Blut proudly wanted to cross his legs, but his short and fat legs couldn't be stacked at all. He coughed awkwardly and sat up straight. "Ahem..."
"Our company stipulates that all employees must retire when they reach the age of 50. Currently, many of our employees have reached this age, and half of their pensions add up to US$29 million."
"Do you consider this company revenue?"
Blut said with a smile, "There is a stipulation in our company's contract that if employees die while working in the field or die due to unknown reasons, Damocles Company will receive half of their pensions free of charge."
The lady in sunglasses looked directly at Blut: "Do you think they will all die?"
"I don't think they will die..." Blut leaned over and looked at Ms. Mitchell, as if this posture made him look more domineering, "But I will ensure that they will all die!"
As soon as Blut finished speaking, a bullet passed through the glass and hit his forehead.
The huge impact made him raise his head suddenly, and the messy yellow hair on that end instantly broke away from his head and fell on the long table.
Mrs. Mitchell sighed, took off her sunglasses and stood up. "The plan to acquire Bodhidharma Chris ends here..."
The other two male colleagues stood up silently and left Damocles Service Company behind her.
Only the body of Blut was left alone in the conference room. His proud smile before his death was a bit strange at this moment.
Soon, Hild, who got the news, opened the door and barged in.
"Blut! Bu..."
She immediately saw the familiar figure slumped on the chair. Although he was fat, short, bald, and had red baby spots on his face, Hild still rushed over to hug Blut's body and couldn't help but shed tears of grief.
"Oh, no! God! Why did you take him away from me!"
At this time, other members of the Hild team also rushed in.
After seeing the boss's body, their expressions were different.
Cindy showed a look of disgust, but the words he spoke were full of sadness and Wrath: "Sir Hild, who did this?! Fake, we must kill him!"
The little yellow-haired Alexei showed an excited expression. He licked his lips with his long tongue and said, "Kill Black Caesar?! I like this task~"
Facundo's big black hand pressed on his shoulder and rubbed it calmly. "This shooting technique is really sharp. I just took a look and the sniper distance is at least 2.5 kilometers."
Carl stood behind everyone, silent.
Hild stood up quickly and shouted angrily, "Shut up!"
"Carl, use all the company's intelligence network to find out Black Caesar's residential address!"
"I will cut him into pieces and bury him with Blut!"
Carl said in a deep voice, "Roger, sir!"
"Alexei, go to the arsenal to choose weapons. Remember, I want heavy weapons this time!"
Alexei's eyes lit up and he shouted excitedly, "Roger that, sir!"
"Cindy!"
Cindy quickly put away his disgusted and contemptuous eyes and stood up straight. "Here you are, sir!"
"You are not allowed to drink alcohol, stay up late, or smoke leaves these days. I need you to stay in your most beautiful state!"
Cindy had a bitter look on his face, but looking at Hild's crazy and destructive eyes, he quickly replied, "Yes, sir!"
"Facundo!"
Facundo put away his hands and responded quickly, "Yes, sir!"
"Get your gun ready. Don't hit the head or chest this time. I want to capture that bastard Black Caesar alive!"
"Keep it on me, sir!"
At this time, Carl suddenly said, "Sir, what should Vivian do?"
Hild narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Before killing Black Caesar, take her as a sacrifice flag first!"
Carl nodded and said, "Roger, sir!"
Hild waved her men back, and she knelt on the ground again, holding Blut's body, sadly recalling the sweet past times between the two of them.
New York Manhattan SAR, Old Bone Bar.
Duncan, who had just sniped his boss, was sitting on a high chair, drinking a glass of Whiskey.
"Duncan·Vizsla~"
An old voice sounded from behind him.
Duncan sipped Whiskey and replied without looking back, "Porter~"
An old man with a cowboy hat and white hair and beard sat next to him. After typing the Snap, the bartender brought him a glass of brandy.
Porter picked up the wine glass and took a long sip, then said casually, "You killed Blut and you still dare to stay in New York, and you even dare to show up in this bar..."
"Aren't you afraid that Hild will learn about you?"
Duncan raised his neck and swallowed the whole glass of wine, turned around and looked at old Porter: "Where is Vivian?"
"Wow~" Old Porter opened his hands with a very grandiose expression. "You killed Blut, and you still want to kill Vivian?!"
Duncan asked again, "Where is Vivian?"
Old Porter lost his expression, turned around and looked at Duncan seriously and asked, "How long are you going to kill?"
"Those who participated in the Belarus mission must die..." Duncan replied expressionlessly.
Old Porter's tense mood instantly relaxed. "Fifth Avenue Hotel..."
"My people accidentally saw Vivian checking into the hotel's presidential suite..."
"Thank you, Porter." Duncan took out his black wallet, took out a Franklin, and placed it on the bar.
He jumped off the high chair and walked towards the door of the bar.
Old Porter turned around and shouted, "Hey, Duncan, the leader of Blut is team Hild. That captain Hild is also his mistress. If you kill her man, she won't let you go!"
"Thank you, Porter." Duncan paused slightly, turned around, nodded his thanks, opened the bar door and left.
Old Porter turned around and called the Snap again, "Bring the phone over here!"
The bartender quickly took out his cell phone and handed it to old Porter respectfully.
Old Porter dialed a number skillfully:
"Hey, Captain Hild, this is old Porter..."
Hild's voice was extremely cold. "Old Porter, you'd better have something to do..."
The corners of old Porter's eyes twitched and he couldn't help cursing secretly. "Ao you are so insensitive! After all, the labor and management are retired seniors of the company, and they have no respectful attitude at all!"
Old Porter was mumming in his heart, but he was smiling on the outside, "Duncan just went to Fifth Avenue Hotel..."
Hild: "Fifth Avenue Hotel? Emergency gathering! Carl, prepare for helicopter..."
Before she finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
Old Porter's face darkened, and anger rushed into his heart. "Ignorant junior! You don't know how to be grateful at all!"
The bartender looked worriedly at the cell phone in his hand, fearing that he would drop it in anger.
'This is the latest smartphone I spent three months' salary on!!!!'
Old Porter glared at the bartender angrily and threw the phone back.
"You ignorant bastard!"
The bartender hurriedly caught the phone and quickly tightened it in his inner pocket, fearing that old Porter would borrow it again.
"Boss, why did you tell Hild about Duncan Vizsla? Aren't you afraid that he would retaliate against you? That's Black Caesar!"
Old Porter smiled and shook his head, "Black Caesar? Hey~ Back then, labor and management were still called White Devil!"
"Legendary killers are human beings too..."
He sighed and exclaimed, "Everyone gets old sometimes..."
"I still have fifty days to retire..." A voice suddenly came from behind old Porter.
He was so frightened that his body trembled, and his right hand instantly reached towards his waist.
But the next second, a hard tube-like object pressed against the back of his heart, causing his right hand to freeze in mid-air.
"Deng, Duncan..."
Old Porter tried his best to smile.
"You..."
Just as he was about to beg for mercy, the tube moved directly to the back of his head.
'Poof!'
A fart-like sound came out, and old Porter lay on the bar with his eyes open.
A blood hole appeared on his forehead, and blood quickly gushed out and soon gathered into a pool of blood on the bar.
The bartender raised his hands in the air with a look of horror on his face, and his legs were trembling with fear.
"Spare, spare my life!"
"Black Caesar, you are my fan, not..."
"I'm your idol... Bah!"
"You are my idol!"
The excitement dispelled his fear, and he said excitedly, "I have never dreamed of becoming a top killer as cool as you!"
Duncan twisted off the silencer and put away the pistol together.
He glanced at the bartender silently and held his breath. "It's not bad to dream..."
After saying that, he turned and left.
The bartender blinked his eyes cutely and asked in confusion, "What did the idol mean just now?"
At this time, he suddenly felt that his pants were wet, so he looked down.
"Waltfak! Why are my pants wet?"
"Did the bullet just break the wine bottle?"
The bartender forgot to put down his raised hands. He turned around and looked for the broken bottle, but couldn't find it after looking around.
"Strange..."
Suddenly, his body stiffened.
The bartender put down his hands tremblingly, touched his wet pants, put his fingers under his nose and sniffed lightly.
"Yue!"
"Fake, I was so scared that I pissed myself just now?!"
"Wait, the idol discovered the embarrassing scene I just made?!"
"No wonder the idol said that I am not bad at dreaming..."
"Uuuuu~ Do I really have no talent as a killer???"
Duncan, who left Old Bone Bar, naturally had no idea that his unintentional words would shatter the dream of a young man who aspired to become a top killer.
He flagged down a taxi and rushed to Fifth Avenue Hotel.
At the same time, a helicopter carrying the Hild team also rushed to Fifth Avenue Hotel.
Fifth Avenue Hotel, in the presidential suite on the top floor.
Vivian pressed Richard on the bed, knelt on Richard's lap, quickly untied his belt, and took off his pants...