League of Legends

Chapter 116 Lance Hunter

Baker didn't express anything when he heard the pause of Gwen's bad taste.

After a while.

Gwen said something boring, and then continued: "However, I went directly over this account to investigate the overseas bank itself. If my guess is correct, this should be MI6, the secret overseas bank of MI[-]. "

Baker said, "MI6?"

How did the people of MI6 get the information of SHIELD? In terms of levels, if there is a disaster in London that endangers world peace, if SHIELD intervenes, MI6 will at most be a deputy.

This is because of World Security Council regulations.

Gwen gasped as she spoke: "It used to be the exclusive bank of MI6, but now, it has basically become the overseas bank favored by London secret service personnel."

Baker frowned.

Gwen said: "Hey, Baker, what have you been doing in Dongguo these days? Are you a spy?"

Baker regained his composure and smiled: "Fart spy, is there any spy agency that can hire me?"

"That's true, you are so rich, even if you are a spy, you should be the leader of the spy."

"...Hang up, remember, keep it secret, otherwise, I can only knock you out and send you to Dongguo."

"Understood, who on Wall Street doesn't know that I, Gwen, is the best at keeping secrets. The banker who came to repair the computer last time, wow, you don't know, he is still an M."

"..."

Baker hung up the phone directly.

Listening to Gwen telling some secrets about the computers of various people on Wall Street, and thinking of Gwen's boasting, Baker probably couldn't control himself, tied Gwen, and then sent him to a small third-tier county in the Eastern Kingdom Throw away.

Do the Secret Service in London secretly use overseas banks?

Baker walked into the living room from the terrace, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a sneer gradually emerged.

There are several motives for killing, but the three most common ones are, first, killing for money, second, killing for love, and third, killing for personal hatred.

three days later.

Baker received a message and walked into the InterContinental Hotel in New York.

"Good morning, Mr. Moulton."

"Good morning."

Baker greeted the black receptionist at the InterContinental Hotel and said, "I think there should be a fax of mine here."

The receptionist Hei was very polite: "Yes, please wait a moment."

Baker said thank you.

Soon.

The black waiter came out from inside and handed a document bag to Baker: "It's been a long time, Mr. Moulton."

Baker took it, opened his mouth, took out a document and glanced at it, then took out three gold coins from his pocket and put them on the table.

The black waiter glanced at it and said, "This message is a gift from the InterContinental Hotel."

Baker looked at the black receptionist.

a long time.

Baker took back the three gold coins on the table and smiled: "Thank you."

The black receptionist still smiled: "I wish you a happy life, Mr. Moulton."

Baker turned around and waved his hands without looking back. Then, just as he was about to go out, he saw Barbara who happened to come in through the revolving door.

"Hiro..."

"No time."

Baker walked directly past Barbara, said something, and then walked straight into the revolving door and left the hotel.

Barbara caught up: "Wait."

Baker paused and turned to look at Barbara: "It's not today, Barbara, and I won't ask who you are, but when I find out, if you want me to come to your door, believe me, you can't afford the price."

Done.

Baker got into his black Honda sedan, started the car, and drove in the direction of Brooklyn.

Barbara stood there watching the black Honda gradually disappearing from sight, and after a long silence, she also walked towards a certain place.

After half an hour.

Baker parked the black Honda in the garage of the single-family house he repurchased for Hiro Moulton before Christmas, and then used the bamboo dragonfly to return to the apartment at No. 820 Fifth Avenue.

Chill!

Baker took out the information from the London Intercontinental Hotel from the document bag in his hand.

Compared with the InterContinental Hotel who did it for what he had, Baker was more interested in this villain who hid in the dark and bought murderers.

After all, one is in the light and the other is in the dark.

and.

The five high tables of the InterContinental Hotel are very smart, so no matter how much you covet the things in Baker's hands, they are kept within a controllable range.

even.

I received Beck's phone order two days ago, and I answered it without asking any questions, and then in just two days, I got this document, which is considered a Level 7 secret in the S.H.I.E.L.D. And they didn't take a penny.

This is a courtesy of the Intercontinental Hotel.

In a word.

We put up your bounty list, but the Intercontinental Hotel is the InterContinental Hotel, and the Assassin Organization is the Assassin Organization.

This is a business, and it's the assassins who take the orders, not us!

It is clear.

This is sophistry.

But Baker doesn't care, as long as he doesn't tear his face, he can play slowly, anyway, those top assassins will not accept this order.

The file is taken out.

In the upper right corner, a photo of a black man with big white teeth and a beard appeared in Baker's eyes instantly.

【Lance Hunt】

[Former members of the British Air Service Special Forces, after retiring from the army, mixed in the mercenary industry, took money to do things, and were active in hot spots in the world many times, and had transactions with intelligence agencies of various countries. Three years ago, mercenary activities gradually decreased. There is news that this person has accepted a secret agency of a certain country as his personal mercenary. 】

[Lieutenant Lance Hunter and his team have completed 23 missions in the special air force, with a completion rate of 100%. However, in the promotion consultation report submitted by Lance Hunter, the commander gave Comment below. 】

[Lieutenant Lance Hunter is an excellent special service member, and the completion rate of his team is also ahead of other teams, but Lieutenant Lance Hunter has serious personal emotions, and he does everything with personal emotions, doing things in his own way and obeying He is also not as good as other members, and his command ability is insufficient. Therefore, it is not recommended to be promoted to the post of special service commander. 】

leftover.

There's also Lance Hunter's family profile.

One father, one mother.

A younger brother, a younger sister.

Even the InterContinental Hotel kindly gave the current addresses of these four people, three of them are in London, and one happens to be in New York.

There was a sneer on the corner of Baker's mouth.

Although Baker didn't know why this black guy Lance Hunter did this, Baker was not interested in knowing either.

Murderers are always killed.

Baker didn't mind if someone tried to kill him. After all, he also killed people, so there was no reason not to allow others to kill him.

but……

As Baker said before.

You can kill me.

But if I don't die, then you will face my furious and crazy revenge.

What revenge?

Dogs and chickens are not left behind, the whole family is neat and orderly, reunited and retaliated.

Who dares to stop!

He dares to kill!

……

　It will be on the shelves at noon tomorrow, I beg you all to make a first order when the time comes, weeping

　　

　

(End of this chapter)