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Jesse's words were like nails driven into Victor's heart.

With every word he said, Victor's face turned a little grayer.

Killing people is nothing more than that.

"Well, seeing as you are a great hero after all, I will give you a death that is consistent with your dignity."

"Now, warriors who have witnessed the friendship between Morgan and Rothschild, take your leader out and let him die quickly. Don't let him die in too much pain."

When the soldiers of the mercenary group heard Jesse's order, their expressions were a little complicated, but in the end they obeyed the order and dragged away Victor, who was like a walking zombie at the moment.

Two minutes later, shots rang out.

Victor, the leader of the Sirius mercenary group who had dominated the country of Iraq for many years and frightened his opponents, died.

A generation of heroes, so brilliant when they were alive, but so careless when they died.

In the room, Jesse heard the gunshots outside the door, and his expression was as usual, as if there was not an execution going on outside the door at this moment, but just a firecracker.

He looked at the photo of Victor hanging on the wall and murmured:

"No one can truly trust anyone who can betray his own country."

"Victor, from the moment you made the decision to defect to Rothschild, your defeat was doomed."

"The mercenary group you worked so hard to build has become our toy, and your subordinates have become our delicacies."

There was no trace of the victor's complacency on his face, but an unexpected hint of loneliness.

After a moment, he picked up the phone and dialed a number.

Soon, a hoarse voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

"Jesse, is it done?"

Victor smiled and said: "It's done. There will be no more Victor in the world."

After saying this, Victor paused and said:

"To be honest, Bella, before, I never would have imagined that you would be willing to take the initiative to share such a piece of meat with me. I'm really curious about your motive for doing this."

It turns out that the person who joins forces with Victor is actually his nominal rival Bella!

If Victor was still alive at this moment, hearing these words, it would probably be difficult for him to die as calmly as he did just now.

"Jesse, when did you talk so much nonsense? You don't need to worry about anything wrong with this piece of meat. We didn't do anything."

"Now that Iraq is enforcing a gun ban, if we skip the locals and directly control such a powerful armed force, the goal is too big. I need a force to help me share this pressure."

"Victor is an Iraqi after all. We can't completely trust him. He did try to disobey my orders before. It's better to hold such a powerful power in your own hands."

When Jesse heard Bella's explanation, a mysterious smile appeared on his face:

"No, no, Bella, I believe the reason is not that simple."

"But one thing is, although I don't know what your true motive is. But, I think Victor didn't lie."

"He did follow your order to launch that attack. He probably didn't have the courage to open fire on the Intelligence Bureau."

"If he was really that bold, he wouldn't deliberately seek asylum from our two families."

"And the reason why you want me to enter is because you want the Morgan family behind me to deal with the pressure from the Intelligence Agency in the future."

"As for Victor, you just wanted to use his death to give the Intelligence Bureau an explanation."

After the words fell, there was silence on the other side.

Jesse's lips turned into a smile.

He knew, he guessed right.