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Baudouin glanced at the four Asian women who had already been frightened like sculptures by the bloody scene on the left behind, and then turned to look at the boss Donadieu who was still calm beside him.

Raised the AK-12 assault rifle, pointed it at Gloria and yelled in Haitian, "Boss, let me kill this bitch! Fuck, my brothers are all fucking dead !"

Donadieu gave him a sideways look, also speaking in Haitian, "Baudouin, don't let anger control your mind. Why do you think she killed our brother?"

"Uh...uh...because you and Manon won't lay hands on brothers."

"Well, that makes sense. So, do you know how she killed so many brothers?"

"Uh...boss, I don't know."

"You're brave and honest. So, will you listen to me?"

"Of course, boss."

Baudouin put down the muzzle of his assault rifle and thought, "Damn it, is this woman really a devil?"

Now, his boss Donadieu needs to sort out his thinking in order to let the situation develop according to his own ideas.It's just that the "reign of blood" in the darkness that just passed was too sudden and too dizzying.

When the obese Baudouin left the scene for less than a minute, he seemed to have a very bad premonition.The index finger and middle finger of his left hand tapped the armrest of the seat rhythmically, and Manon beside him said softly, "Boss, I have a bad feeling."

"Well, what do you feel too?"

"Yes. I think we should retreat."

"No, we can't leave $2 million worth of drugs here."

At this time, several gang members on the periphery of the scene suddenly found a humanoid object beside them.Manon hastily pulled out the tactical assault pistol from his back, clenched it tightly and aimed it forward, "Damn it, who is this guy?"

"What's going on? What do you see?"

"I don't know if that guy is a person or a ghost."

In the gap between the two people's conversation, they could only hear people falling on the ground or goods on the scene.When someone took up a weapon, his body froze and he no longer had the breath of life.Someone tried to fight back with all the tools they could get their hands on, but after one swing, there was no chance of a second swing.

It is unbelievable that none of these 7 or 8 strong black men had a chance to fire a gun.Manon's right eye was fixed on the scene in the night vision goggle, but he still couldn't lock on to the "target".

What made her even more surprised was that this guy, who seemed to be faster than a shadow, didn't do anything to her, the boss, or the Asian woman who counted the dollars.In less than 10 seconds, she never saw any standing men from the night vision goggles...

"I'm sure there are many explanations for a person who doesn't want to tell people his name. But, Miss Chevalier, I don't want to be a bastard who asks about people's past," said Donadieu.

"Thank you. I also believe that your French is very beautiful and charming. This girl who uses the police tactical submachine gun produced by the Swiss Bruga-Tome company is your girlfriend?" Glo Ria said while walking back and forth with her hands behind her back.

Manon observed her with a strange look, "You guessed wrong, ghost."

Donadieu smiled and said, "Ghost?! Not bad. Manon, you are an excellent and competent assistant."

"Okay. Now, would you like to explain the dark operation just now?" Then, he turned to Gloria and said.

"Of course. Everything I did tonight was because of your man Baudouin."

"Well, how do you know his name is Baudouin?"

"It's very simple, because I heard all the conversation between you and your subordinates just now." Gloria smiled lightly.

"You're not a simple young lady," Donadieu went on. "Let me guess. A young white girl who speaks several languages ​​and has an incredible ability to kill, I don't think you are. People from the DEA (U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration)."

Gloria inadvertently glanced at the large amount of drugs in the cargo box and piles of cash on the table, and said, "Hmm. Otherwise, the DEA's armed drug agents and the Orlando police's SWAT team would have rushed in to sweep you drugs."

"Miss Chevalier, please sit down. May I call you that?" Donadieu suddenly spoke French.

"Okay. Actually, I prefer the name ghost." Gloria also spoke French, walked to one side and picked up a chair as if no one else was there, walked back to a place 5 meters away from Donadieu and sat down.

"I'm curious. You had a chance to kill me and Manon just now. But why didn't you do it?"

"Because you and this lady of yours who is aiming at my head is not my target tonight."

"Wow, so confident? Well, you know what, just now I guessed your identity again."

"I do not mind."

"Slender legs, delicate cheekbones, and short hair exuding a charming fragrance. If you meet you in a club, the people who pursue you will probably line up on the street outside the club."

Donadieu added, "However, your every move and crisp manner reveal your military background. Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you said you were from the CIA."

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