Bullseye had only one order: kill the woman and bring the box back.

"Don't worry, idiots, I will make her pay the price she deserves."

On the first day of arriving in Japan, Bullseye gathered the remaining mercenaries, looked at them and said with disdain: "As for you, as long as you do the things I arranged, that's enough."

Then, it was a week-long hunting operation that spanned a small half of the earth.

They are also the top killers, neither Bullseye nor the woman can easily kill each other.

The only loss was the mercenaries, five more dead under Bullseye's relentless command.

The original team of more than 40 people now has only 14 people left.

Because of their mistake, the box was stolen, so they choose to endure Bullseye's bad temper, but this patience has come to an end.

The man standing in the corner stepped forward and said with a cold face, "Listen, Bullseye, we won't listen to your orders anymore. Next, we will move freely, and you can get lost—"

Before the man finished speaking, a flying knife pierced his throat!

Whoa!

All the mercenaries raised their guns, aiming their black muzzles at the bullseye.

They were brothers who were born and died. They could accept dying on the battlefield, at the gunpoint of the enemy, but they couldn't accept being killed by a bastard with a mocking smile!

Bullseye put his hands in his arms, and the mercenaries flipped the safety on their guns.

The air suddenly froze.

However, what Bullseye took out was not a throwing knife, but a mobile phone.

He sat on a chair, pressed the play button, and threw his phone on the table.

Gold appeared in his hand and a deep, deep voice:

"Tell those idiots that I will triple the commission. As long as I can get the box back, I will ignore the stupid things they committed. But if I can't... I will let them understand what hell is."

Bullseye put his feet up on the table and was almost half reclining on the chair.

"This is what Boss Jin Bing said personally before I set off. You can choose. Do you want money? Or shoot?"

The mercenaries looked at each other, then at the ground, and at the warm corpse of their partner...

This is their dear relatives and friends, brothers and sisters!

So, you have to pay more.

Triple the commission... more than enough.

As the emperor of the underground forces in the United States, what Jin does not lack most is money.

The muzzle of the gun lowered again, and a mercenary said, "Thank you boss, you bought your life with money."

"Heh—" Bullseye nodded his cheek, "I don't think so."

After he reminded them, the mercenaries felt a slight stabbing pain on their faces, and only after they took a look did they realize that there was an extra bloodstain, and everyone had it. Looking behind them, the wall was densely covered with throwing knives.

When did he throw it out!

No one saw the action, but they knew that the knife could go down their throats anytime Bullseye wanted to.

Like a brother lying on the ground.

"For a bunch of trash, I don't expect you to do much. Use your lives to lure that tour guide and that damned woman out. I'll take care of the rest. Get lost."

Bullseye closed his eyes again, and this time, no one dared to contradict him.

……

Abu was lying on the bed, the basement was a bit damp, and the bed was uncomfortable to lie on.

But he was alive, more than anything else.

It has been more than ten hours since he was hunted down, and now it should be the next day, because there is no window in the basement, so the exact time cannot be judged.

The door of the basement opened, and the boy came over with a tray, which contained steamed corn kernels, rice, and four or five mutton balls.

Abu took it silently and ate with big mouthfuls. After he finished eating, the boy took out a new bandage and put it on for him.

"Have you ever studied medicine?" Abu could tell that his technique was professional.

"In the past, when I followed the boss, because I was the youngest, they were injured and asked me to bandage the wound."

Abu held the spoon for eating, which was made of pure iron, which could barely be used as a weapon.

"What's your name?" Abu asked.

"Des, Ahmadi Des."

"Okay, Des, why did you save me." Abu observed his expression, "I once killed your companion."

"Whoever kills one person in vain is like killing everyone; whoever saves one person is like saving everyone." Des said, without looking up, he was still wrapping the bandage seriously.

"The teachings of the Qur'an, so you are a believer?"

"Ah."

"When did you start believing in religion?"

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