Steel Steam and Flame

Latest URL: Wells believes in his own feelings. In these hours of his work, he has encountered this situation. At that time, he knew that the nature of the association was not only to earn profits, but also to be a secretive organization that screened these natural or less manual surgeons.

The association has a long history. Every year, a lot of money is made from various rich and powerful people. But because of working in it for many years, Wells had the opportunity to participate in several similar associations. Wrap up the meeting. In the content of the meeting, the profit is always put at the end. At first, I thought that this was because the profit was really not high enough. Putting it at the back can avoid attracting the attention of the ultimate controller.

This was mostly the case for the next few times. Wells didn't care at the beginning, but at one of the meetings, the association's senior executives were excited when they reported their work. Afterwards, he knew that because of what happened, the entire association had received generous rewards. As for what the reward is, Wells doesn't know, but because of this situation, he secretly made a small investigation by himself.

From then on, he suddenly understood that the nature of the association was similar to his own work, and it was a middleman. The difference is that the middleman of the association works for specific people and has a larger structure. It is not limited to the Principality of Inance, and there are also associations in other surrounding countries. Radiation spreads over a large area, covering dozens of countries. And his association is just a branch of this huge structure.

And encountered the same situation five years ago. At that time, Wells knew that the real purpose of the association's existence was not to earn profits from these bounty hunters and mercenaries, but to collect various information. And some tasks to analyze them concretely and rationally to achieve the purpose of strict screening.

Within the association, task levels are generally divided into five levels. The highest is the zero-level task. However, there is a tradition in this. Level 1 and Level 0 missions have always been released by the association's senior management. People like Wells will not know what their content is and who will complete it.

So it was speculated that these might be the final assessment tasks, Wells thought of this early on. Because during the long hours of work, he said that in the area he manages, including the loss of personnel and movement, as well as the failure of the mission, there are some factors that lead to death. Some people he has tried to drive high conditions and want to stay, really do not know Without knowing it, he disappeared completely from sight.

Wells feels that his conjecture is supported by sufficient evidence. Coupled with the turbulence involving the entire structure five years ago, he believes that what happened in the past two weeks should be a signal. Five years ago, the association contracted in half a month, and the high-level order was to come in for a period of time not to accept any tasks. Immediately, it was a big summary of information. Wells remembered that at that time, he and his own film division tube were collectively called to a huge conference room in a hotel, and someone they had never met made a special trip to ask for some details. problem.

At that time, some of the middle and high-level people in the association he knew were in front of those people, just like facing Ms. Rachel. Keep your head down and keep your smile always facing the ground. That is definitely a manifestation of fear, and Wells, who has a deep understanding of this kind of action, can't understand it.

"It's just that I wrote these words out and handed them to Ms. Rachel. It doesn't seem to be the evidence to help me. Go through the corresponding process in the middle, and then hand it over to the high-level judges. This time is enough to die many times. "Wells said to himself, "Why is it me?" I sigh, but it's more like a complaint. This is tantamount to allowing Wells to explain something he doesn't know at all, and all information and intelligence have to be collected by himself without the assistance of corresponding personnel.

Putting down the pen, Wells walked a few times in the small room before he had to sit down. Even if there is no good way, he thinks he still has to write the matter out, no matter what the result is, it is better than standing there hopelessly waiting for himself to be hanged.

"Master Holden's death was probably discovered during the investigation. After being noticed by the other party, corresponding actions were taken." Wells finished writing this sentence and found that suddenly he seemed to be There is nothing to write about.

Knowing that Holden died in the area under his management, Wells did not want to investigate. The staff was arranged to collect all the suspicious information in those days, and all the suspicious information was handed over to the association. But he had read those materials, and could not extract anything of value at all. The other party handled the traces very cleanly. Wells believes that the association is still looking for Holden's body and the possible place where he was killed.

In vain behavior, Wells thought of the man he had met, feeling that he had been targeted a long time ago. This was a planned action. After writing this sentence, Wells put down his pen, got up and sorted out a few pieces of paper, pressed it with a cup, and then lay down on the bed. After a while, he was completely asleep.

These days, he is really tired.

Early the next morning, Wells woke up from his drowsiness, only feeling severe pain in his head. After going to the bathroom to take a hot shower, at least he eased up. He sat on the bed and waited until the symptoms disappeared before he changed his clothes and went to the hotel's free breakfast buffet restaurant.

In fact, there is no need to eat at all, Wells can't feel the hunger coming from his stomach bag. Just need to do something to distract, he is under a lot of pressure. Knowing that running away was completely useless, the power of the association seemed to him irresistible, leaving alone would only accelerate his own death.

It was exactly half past six in the morning, and the sky outside was still dim. There were less than a dozen people in the restaurant. Wells took some food himself, found a seat by the window, and ate without a bite. His attention was so distracted by various things that he suddenly noticed it when another person was holding a plate full of food, pulling a chair and sitting across from him.

After shaking his whole body a little, he habitually protects his body. He immediately touched his waist with his hand and placed it on the pistol on his waist. Then he looked at the opposite side. Being a young man, Wells's first impression. The face of ordinary people, but there is an indescribable taste. When Wells reacted, he remembered that the feeling was very similar to the one five years ago.

Those who ask themselves questions in the large conference room of the hotel have an indescribable feeling of oppression. Although it didn't show up in any words or actions, Wells understood at that time that he had a gap that had accumulated since birth.

When the man sitting opposite saw this, he waved his hand immediately, "Don't be like that, Mr. Wells, this is also a public place, and some things are troublesome to deal with. It's just that the time is approaching, so I have to come out and talk with you. "

Wells took a deep breath, stood up immediately, and picked up his dinner plate: "I don't know you, and we have nothing to talk to. You must have admitted the wrong person, sir."

"Are you worried about someone watching by your side?" The other party saw Wells get up, put down the tableware, and said, "Mr. Wells, do you really think that people in your association will be so relieved of you, behind you Don't send someone to follow along?"

"I do not understand what you mean."

"You must know why I can find you, and why I can have breakfast with you this morning." The man said, seeing Wells stop, nodded and signaled Wells to sit down, because someone around was already watching "There are many words, you will definitely be interested."

It took about half a minute before Wells, who was standing still, returned to his seat.

"Yesterday after you came out of the pub, there were three people behind you. They were all good at it. They should be people in the association who are good at this. However, they slipped into the underground waterway shortly after they came out, and they all fell dead." The man said, "Want to see the evidence? I took the photos, but I don't know if you know them." Then he found out three photos, all of which were taken in a dead body.

Wells became silent after seeing it, and he put the photo in his pocket. When the man saw this, he said: "You can only watch it for yourself, don't think about giving it to the association. I don't actually want to talk to you before those people at the association come here. It's a complete waste of time. It's just that some people think of you. The ability is good, I have taken a fancy to your experience, so before letting me leave here, I must come over and see if it is the same as he thought."

Seeing Wells' silence, the man ate the food and continued: "You won't forget it? We met more than two weeks ago."

"Are you that middle-aged man? The'boss' in the Association's mouth?" Wells knew that he could not leave~www.readwn.com~ After a long breath, he began to think of a way, hoping to see the man in front of him. More useful words in your mouth. Because the other party seemed to be able to pinch himself to death with one hand, but his attitude seemed a little contemptuous, at least he felt that way.

"I am the middle-aged man who met you at the beginning. It is true. After all, people are outside and need to do some clothing to protect themselves. But the'boss' in your mouth is not me. The'boss' is not here now, as for why , Because we have estimated your strength, probably I can do everything alone, so there is no need to drag him here because of you. Recently, we are really busy enough."

"I just said that the people in your association can't come, or the people who stay here don't act. I really don't want to pay attention to you. Well, it's like watching the ants on the ground migrating themselves because the rain is coming. It's the same as worm eggs. If you are interested, take a look. If you are not interested, it is better to walk around. You, Mr. Wells, should understand what I'm talking about?" The man stared at Wells, obviously observing the changes in his expression.

The result did not disappoint him. He saw what he wanted and heard the answer he wanted.

"I know that the association is just a subordinate organization. It's just that I don't know who it belongs to and who does it for."