League of Legends

Chapter 238 The resigned Langley agent (56, please order, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation)

South Sudan.

Above!

"Mr. Moulton!"

"Mr. Moulton!"

"..."

Baker, who was sleeping soundly on the big bed of the plane, opened the door and stared at the man who knocked on the door outside and didn't know if it was an agent.

The man was about 30 years old, and the first sentence he spoke caught Baker.

"Mr. Moulton, we still have 10 minutes to arrive at our destination, you should get ready."

"……what to prepare?"

"parachute!"

"what!"

The man smiled apologetically at Baker and said, "Sorry, Mr. Moulton, because it was a temporary takeoff, we didn't have an aviation permit, so we couldn't land at Juba Airport."

The corner of Baker's mouth twitched.

That damned bastard, is he finally going to break through his bottom line? You fucking said it can't be done, I'll just go on a commercial flight, bastard.

10 minute later.

Baker skydived.

Below is the long White Nile.

The wind howled.

Getting into the clouds, Baker directly took the bamboo dragonfly, and then entered a state of invisibility, with a blank expression, trying to restrain his emotions and flew towards Juba, the capital of South Sudan, which is [-] kilometers away from the destination.

Whether it's Baker Morton or Hero Morton, this is his first time in history to smuggle.

And what the hell is a smuggling in broad daylight!

Beck has made up his mind, he wants to draw a line with that bastard, and from now on, they will live happily together...

After half an hour.

Baker walked out of a small alley in Juba expressionlessly.

After walking out of the alley, there was a lot of voices. What Baker saw suddenly reminded him of the scene of going to the market when he was a child.

South Sudan is one of the least developed countries in the world. There is a serious lack of infrastructure and social services such as roads, water and electricity, medical and health care, and education, and its commodities basically rely on imports.

what?
South Sudan was only established in [-]?
Who knows, anyway, here, South Sudan existed in [-]. As for why, Baker didn't bother to care about it. After all, Baker would not come here under normal circumstances.

into the eye.

The road is potholed and flooded.

Bow down.

On the feet are handmade crocodile leather shoes worth [-] US dollars.

a long time.

Baker looked at the time on his wristwatch. It was 03:30 in the afternoon. He sighed, looked for a direction, and then disassembled the disposable mobile phone in his hand.

The call is connected.

"What about people?"

"who?"

Baker suppressed his anger, and said to his good friend on the other side of the phone who was suspected of doing things badly: "What do you think?"

The friend over there said haha: "Wait... there is."

Baker listened to a hotel that popped up on the phone, and after throwing a sentence and going back to you to settle the score, he directly hung up the phone and threw it aside.

A little guy saw it, and went up to shoot it, and then it became a fighting game between children.

Baker turned his head and glanced, his eyes lit up.

10 minute later.

A little guy with a bruised skin and a swollen face led Baker to a large, three-story high-end hotel with local characteristics. The little guy looked up at Baker and opened his mouth and said, "This is it, sir!"

Baker kept his promise and handed over the hundred dollars in his hand: "Thanks, little guy."

no doubt.

The one hundred dollar knife in this guy's hand will be robbed again by the group of little guys following him.

But that's none of Baker's business.

into the hotel.

The official language of South Sudan is English, but for a country that has been ruined like this, obviously, just look at the official version, most of the locals still speak Arabic.

It's better that Juba is the capital.

After all, the whole country, and only Juba can be regarded as having all the things that foreigners need to travel here.

but……

Baker wasn't here to travel, either.

click.

Baker took pictures of two golden Franklin knives towards the front desk, and a picture of James Collip looking at the young lady at the front desk: "The room number, thank you."

The young lady with a local style glanced at James Collip in the photo, then quietly put away the two Franklins, and handed Baker a key with 3001 written on it.
Baker smiled at the young lady and thanked her.

The lady is very polite.

third floor.

3001 number.

Baker stood at the door, tilted his head, thought for a while, and decided to take the formal way and knock on the door to say hello.

After all, he came here this time to ask questions, not to kill people.

and so……

Although South Sudan's economy is not doing well, it is also a good place to see the scenery because of this. Therefore, it is better to use dialogue to solve the problem if possible.

The door opens.

James Collip appeared at the door.

Baker raised an eyebrow.

Why is it black again?Doesn’t the photo look pretty white? Does Langley’s ID photos for employees use beautification?

Baker took out the photo from his pocket, and looked suspiciously back and forth with the real person in front of him.

James Collip frowned.

Especially when he saw Baker taking out a photo and looking at him, he was stunned for a moment, and then he took out his gun and shot in the next second.

"boom!"

Baker held the photo in one hand, and turned his hand on the pistol at the moment James just took out the pistol to open the safety. After unloading his pistol on the spot, he slammed directly on James' neck.

James fell backwards, hitting the floor hard.

Baker looked down at the pistol parts that fell on the ground, and shook his head. He originally wanted to settle the matter peacefully, but why do some people always like to lead things on the road of complexity and violence?

No wonder the earth cannot get peace for a day.

Bang.

Baker thought so, entered the door, and closed the door with his toes without looking back. With a wave of his right hand, he slowly took out the hate gun he had put on the silencer.

then……

Baker kicked James to the corner, squatted down, took out the candid photo of the woman from his arms and looked at James: "Ten seconds, tell me the name!"

talking.

Baker lowered his head and took off his glasses, revealing his true face.

Since James Collip was an agent of Langley, he should also know about Hero Moulton.

really.

James Collip looked at Baker who had taken off his sunglasses and shrunk his eyes and called out the code name.

"Hero!"

"correct."

Baker looked at James Collip with a smile on his face. It would be very easy if he knew him: "Ten seconds, name!"

James looked at Baker in the photo, who was very familiar with pointing his gun at the position, and the woman he had just photographed said directly: "Andy!"

Baker frowned: "Just a name?"

James nodded kindly: "Yes, I only know her name."

Baker glanced at James: "Address!"

James shook his head.

Baker's eyes narrowed.

James...

Dangerous!
(End of this chapter)