In the abandoned dock warehouse, Mary fell to the ground unconscious with her hands tied behind her back. Blood seeped out from the bullet wound on her left shoulder, dyeing her body red.
"Who is this woman?"
In front of Mary, Mafia boss Harry put his hands in his pockets and looked coldly at the fat businessman Andrew next to him.
Obviously, he believed that Mary's appearance was related to Andrew, and that Andrew had leaked the information about their meeting.
"Harry, don't look at me like that."
After putting his mechanism cane back together, Andrew shook the fat on his face and said innocently:
"As you can see, this woman's target just now was me. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I might be the one lying on the ground now..."
"Humph!" Harry sneered and asked, "So? You want to say that you are innocent? This woman's presence here has nothing to do with you?"
"Don't be so eager to shirk responsibility, Harry, I didn't say anything like that either."
Compared to the mafia boss, this obese businessman is obviously more savvy.
"This woman's target is obviously us. Oh~ carefully imagine how she dodged my bullet before. I was clearly aiming at her heart, but she still avoided her vital point at such a close distance. This kind of The ability of the body to react is not something that ordinary people can have.
Therefore, she must have received special training. Although she doesn't want to admit it, since she appears here, it means that someone must have leaked our meeting.
What we have to do now is not to shirk responsibility from each other, but to find ways to investigate and find out what went wrong.
Only in this way can we ensure that our next batch of 'heritage' transactions can proceed smoothly, isn't it? "
Having said this, Andrew adjusted his suit, took off his hat and gave Harry a gentleman's salute.
"Then, Harry, I will leave this woman to you. Please allow me to take my leave now. Don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter.
I also suggest that you leave here as soon as possible, after all, it is definitely no longer safe here..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Andrew left the warehouse with his accompanying servants, got into the car parked outside, and drove away.
[That woman, with that kind of skill, is definitely not an ordinary person...]
The car started, and Andrew took another deep look at Mary who was unconscious on the ground in the warehouse through the car window.
[If the person who leaked the information about this meeting was not someone from Harry's side, but mine...]
The car drove out of the pier, and Andrew sat in the middle of the back seat, with his hands on the crutches and his eyes closed.
[Could it be... MI6? Could it be that London is already targeting me? 】
[If this is the case, it is really a terrible situation and cannot be investigated, otherwise London will definitely catch the flaw. 】
[Forget it, after the transaction of that batch of 'heritage' is completed, it's almost time for me to retire. What else do I have to worry about then? As for that woman...]
"snort."
The car stopped at a traffic light intersection, and Andrew suddenly sneered.
Isn't he still familiar with the working habits of the French mafia?
That woman would never survive today.
The green light turned on and the car started again. Andrew, who had planned everything in his mind, finally opened his eyes.
At this moment, he saw an East Asian man running past on the sidewalk next to him, as if he had something urgent to do.
Although it was just a quick glance, Andrew could still clearly see the appearance of this East Asian man.
[It’s really rare, East Asians living in Paris...eh? 】
With a sigh in his heart, Andrew suddenly realized that the pupils of the East Asian male's eyes just now... seemed to be purple?
【etc! That East Asian male? ! 】
Suddenly, relying on the professionalism he had cultivated over the past few decades, Andrew instantly recalled the name of the East Asian man.
Bai Heqing!
He remembered that last night in London, the director specially ordered him to contact the relevant authorities to expedite the processing of two visas. One of the visas belonged to the East Asian man who ran over just now!
There was an expression of disbelief in Andrew's shrewd little eyes.
He couldn't remember it wrong. The appearance of the East Asian man and the eye-catching purple pupils were exactly the same as the photo of Bai Heqing in his memory!
Because of this, he also remembered the photo of the other person in the two visas that the director asked him to apply for.
It was the blonde woman who was injured by him in the warehouse!
[Director, MI6...could it be that London is really targeting him? 】
Realizing this possibility, Andrew had a look of panic on his face.
【no! Regardless of whether these two people are here to investigate me, they must not be allowed to live! absolute! 】
He quickly thought of a way, and the panic on Andrew's face gradually turned into ferociousness.
The East Asian man should have gone in the direction of the pier just now. He probably realized that something had happened to his companion...
[Just in time, I will borrow the help of those French mafia gangs to eradicate both of you! 】
"..."
On the other side, in the abandoned warehouse at the dock, Harry lit a cigar for himself and looked down at Mary who was unconscious on the ground.
"Boss, what are we going to do with this woman?" a mafia member asked.
"Take her back first and treat her wounds. We can't let her die now." Harry said after blowing out a smoke ring.
"yes!"
Immediately, two mafia members came forward, lifted up the unconscious Mary, took her to a car outside, and then left quickly.
"Clean up the blood on the ground."
"yes!"
After shouting to the other two boys behind him, Harry was still standing in the warehouse, holding a cigar and puffing away smoke.
Something is wrong.
He carefully recalled Andrew's old fox's previous reaction, and vaguely noticed something unusual.
This old fox left too simply. Even though the information about the meeting was leaked, this old fox didn't take the opportunity to put pressure on him. Instead, he acted like a reasonable guest?
It's so strange, that's not how these British guys do things.
That old fox must have guessed something...
Could it be MI6?
An idea suddenly popped into Harry's mind.
Harry knew very well that businessman was only Andrew's external identity. The old fox's real identity was actually the head of British MI6 in Paris.
Harry has always been aware of this and doesn't mind at all. Rather, it is precisely because of Andrew's identity that the business between the two has been stable to this day.
As for the feud between France and England?
Sorry, Harry is a pure person. As long as it is profitable, he doesn't care whether the other party is British, German or old.
But now it seems that Andrew, the old fox, has been targeted by people from MI6?
"snort."
In response, Harry just smiled coldly, threw the burned cigar in his hand to the ground, and then stamped it out.
It doesn't matter, after the transaction of the 'legacy' is completed, he will have no cooperation with this old fox. By then, no matter what MI6 is, it will have nothing to do with him anymore.
"Head, it's done."
At this time, two mafia boys who were cleaning up the blood stains in the warehouse also ran over.
"Well, let's go back."
Nodding, Harry tossed his windbreaker, turned around and walked towards the car parked outside the warehouse.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, just as he walked out of the warehouse, a figure suddenly rushed out and kicked him out with a flying kick.
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(End of chapter)
