"Cleft Lip and Big Mouth are dead. Crying Face and Smiling Face are dead too!"
After hearing the gunsmith's report and staring at the four corpses being unloaded from the car, Sloan smashed his desk.
In the Brotherhood, only those who had mastered Bullet Time could have a codename. There weren't even twenty such experts in the entire Brotherhood!
Now, four had died in one go. Adding to those who had been targeted by the Cross recently, there were now fewer than ten codename-holding experts left within the organization!
If the Cross had previously been just a traitor that the organization had to eliminate to maintain its authority, then now he had been upgraded to a serious threat that had to be killed quickly.
Even Sloan himself now felt his life was in danger because of the Cross.
"How is Wesley doing?" Rubbing his throbbing temples, Sloan walked to the treatment room and asked Fox.
Wesley was submerged in the healing pool, looking as if he were dead.
"No, his performance is getting worse and worse. I don't think this method is suitable for him at all." Fox shook her head helplessly. She could see that the young man was already trying his best, but unfortunately, he had absolutely no talent.
She still couldn't understand why, just a few days ago, he had displayed the talent of a top assassin, but now, no matter how she stimulated him, she couldn't bring it out.
"Damn it!"
Sloan cursed as he walked back to his office. He paced back and forth for a long time before finally making up his mind and picking up the phone.
"Looks like Mr. Sloan has come around?"
On the beach in New Jersey, Li Qingyuan smiled and apologized to the guy opposite him, then stepped back and picked up his phone.
"Damn it, damn it! Fox I can give to you, and the Bullet Time training method as well, but the Loom is out of the question. This is the Brotherhood's legacy, I won't give the Loom to you even if…" Sloan roared, his voice fierce but weak.
"Mr. Sloan, since you're calling, it means you've come around. Don't kid yourself!"
"Damn it, I really can't give you the Loom. If the others in the Brotherhood find out, they'll kill me."
"Then let the others die? For a hundred million dollars, you could buy a private island in the South Pacific, and hire a dozen young models. You could happily live out the rest of your life."
Sloan on the other end of the line fell silent instantly; it seemed the old man was tempted.
"Think about it, what's good about being a killer? You're constantly on edge and you don't even live a good life. If you'd considered this a few more days, maybe I could have bought it from the Cross!"
"How can I trust you won't go back on your word then?" Sloan gritted his teeth and asked.
He had already made up his mind when he made this call, but as the chairman of the Brotherhood, Sloan had to put his own safety first.
No matter how good the money is, it's useless if you don't have a life to spend it.
"I'm only interested in collecting beautiful women and treasures. Your worries are completely unnecessary. The Brotherhood isn't even a threat to me. As long as you don't go looking for trouble, I couldn't care less about killing you and covering my tracks!"
My heart aches!
Sloan felt like his face was being slapped repeatedly. He, the esteemed leader of the Brotherhood, a master whose every footstep shook the world, was being told he wasn't even a threat?
For a moment, Sloan truly wanted to rally his top fighters and teach this jerk a lesson.
But that thought was just a fleeting one!
Because Sloan had already used his connections to investigate the phone number. The result? It was a dead end.
He didn't even know who he was dealing with, so how could he retaliate?
"I want more money!" Sloan's expression darkened, finally contorting in rage.
You said I wasn't worth anything, huh? Then I'll name my price, and I'll make your heart ache, you bastard!
"How much do you want?"
"One hundred million. I want two hundred million dollars!" Sloan said viciously, gritting his teeth.
"Alright, I'll transfer it to you later!"
"What did you say——" Sloan had thought the other party would at least haggle a bit, but before he could finish, the other party had already hung up the phone.
Did I ask for too little? Just after hanging up the phone, Sloan received a call from the bank.
There was a two hundred million dollar remittance from a Swiss bank in his private secret account. The bank's customer service was recommending the latest VIP package to him.
Sloan casually dealt with the bank's inquiries, his mind racing.
No one knew about this secret account except himself. He hadn't even told the other party the account number, yet the money had already arrived!
From the moment he received the call to the days of the Cross's seemingly cheat-like killing methods, Sloan dared to say that the Cross must have received help from someone.
That person was using the Cross to put pressure on him. As for why they weren't cooperating with the Cross, Sloan could also guess the reason.
After all, there were too few smart people like him in the Brotherhood; the others were all blockheads, completely incapable of discussing cooperation.
Fortunately, he was a smart man!
Sloan sat comfortably in front of his desk, beginning to consider where he should go to retire.
Should he buy an island in the South Pacific? Or a villa in Johannesburg?
"He agreed?" Jill lay on a beach chair, sunbathing. Seeing Li Qingyuan walk back, she lazily sat up and asked.
"Of course. The Cross has killed a lot of people in the Brotherhood these past few days. It's only natural that old man Sloan would surrender!" Li Qingyuan picked up a glass of iced juice from the nearby table and then lay down.
"How much did he ask for?"
"Two hundred million!"
"That old man is quite greedy!" Jill couldn't help but stick out her tongue when she heard the number.
Although she had no concept of money after being with Li Qingyuan, hearing such a large sum still made her feel a little down.
"We can't take the money from this world anyway; how much he asks for is just a number!"
Red Queen had already directly invaded the bank's network. Not to mention that Sloan only asked for two hundred million, even if he wanted twenty billion, Red Queen could instantly generate it for him.
It was just that whether he would be targeted by the state's violent organizations after generating so much money was none of his business.
Even if Sloan's account was investigated, it would be at least two months later. By then, he would have completed the mission and retreated with Jill. He would let that old black man slowly deal with the American government!
"Li, we're planning to have our wedding at the end of next month, and we'd be honored if you could come!" The tall Jewish man said to Li Qingyuan, as the couple approached them.
The four of them had only met a few days ago. This beach belonged to the private territory of a famous club, normally only accessible to top-tier VIPs.
Thanks to the Red Queen's arrangements, Li Qingyuan and Jill had been vacationing here for the past few days, and had become good friends with the couple.
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