When Baker came to Spain this time, he used the passport of the black-haired Hero Moulton. When he went out, Baker usually used a trumpet.
As for the large size?
Big Baker Morton is a serious Wall Street investment tycoon. He has a clean net worth and is a typical diamond king.
Baker took three steps into two steps and squeezed in when the elevator closed.
"Ding!"
A man and a woman who walked into the elevator were slightly startled when they looked at the elevator that was about to close and seemed to sense something before opening it.
There are no naughty kids outside pressing the elevator button.
fortunately.
The elevator closed the door smoothly for the second time.
A man and a woman didn't seem to have any interest in communicating. Twenty seconds later, the elevator stopped at the twentieth floor where Baker's hotel room was.
Baker returned to the room first.
Ten seconds later.
The door to the room sounded.
"who."
"Room Service."
A sarcastic smile appeared on Baker's lips, "Room service, are you stupid, or do you think I am stupid?"
Although the man and the woman did not have any conversation in the elevator, Baker was already sure of one thing, that is, these two people were not from Tiber Island.
Is it one of my enemies?
Baker thought to himself, but considering his professional attributes, there are only two types of people he should kill and those who should not kill, and Baker generally does not make enemies easily.
After all, it is better to have many friends than enemies.
But when he needs to be cruel, Baker usually adheres to the most basic concept that the family needs to be in order.
For example, after his parents passed away when he was sixteen, the small local organization wanted to come over and rob the car repair shop left by his parents.
Baker didn't even let go of a Chihuahua raised by the organization.
"I do not need it, thank you."
"..."
There seemed to be a moment of silence outside the guest room. The next second, with a pop, a bullet fired from a silenced pistol directly hit the door lock. With a bang, the man kicked the door hard.
Professional assassins, a man and a woman from a husband-and-wife shop walked into the room one on the left and the other on the right.
A thud.
"bathroom!"
The female assassin winked at her husband, and then the two of them walked toward the toilet wary of each other.
at this time.
"Bang!"
Baker appeared behind a man and a woman, and then knocked out the female assassin with a strike of his knife. The male assassin was shocked when he came to his senses.
There was a bang.
Baker's powerful punch directly caused the male assassin's nostrils to bloom, and then he blasted out with his right hand, knocking the male assassin unconscious again.
Baker looked at the broken door, then looked back at the two assassins who were also fainting on the ground and shook his head.
Did you forget to do your fortune telling when you went out?
Half an hour later.
Baker twisted away the mineral water bottle in his hand and poured it directly on the average-looking female assassin who should be around thirty years old.
The female assassin choked on the mineral water and coughed several times before opening her eyes faintly.
The next second.
The female assassin looked at the current situation. She was tied to a chair and placed in the bathroom. Her husband was still asleep next to her.
"Three seconds."
"Name, age, where you are from, why you are looking for me."
"start."
The female assassin snorted directly after Baker finished speaking.
The corners of Baker's mouth curved up slightly.
"boom!"
"Ah...wu!"
The male assassin who was shot directly in the inner thigh woke up instantly and let out a cry of pain like a pig being killed, but he soon stopped screaming in pain.
Because Baker's still somewhat hot muzzle was inserted directly into the male assassin's mouth.
"Three seconds!"
"Either he says it or he dies."
"start!"
Baker looked at the female assassin with an expressionless expression, and his tone was as calm as if he was killing a chicken. The female assassin no longer pretended, and directly told the story of why they came here like pouring beans.
These two people are not assassins, just professional killers. Moreover, if you look into it carefully, these two killers are killers who are not recognized by the InterContinental Hotel.
Wild killer.
The two men, the man named Alban and the woman named Behrami, are Albanians.
Since he is an Albanian, there is no doubt that he must be a killer organized by Albania.
In fact, this is also true.
These two people received orders two hours ago to arrest people. As for why, they are killers, not lawyers, and they don't need to listen to reasons.
"Two hours ago?"
Baker frowned. Two hours ago, it was almost the time when he had just checked in at the hotel.
so……
Was the information leaked inside the hotel, or was he being followed as soon as he got off the plane?
Baker thinks it should be the first.
only……
When did I ever mess with an Albanian organization that was like a mad dog?
Yes.
Mad dog.
Or is it called the flower of sin blooming in Europe?
Ordinary people describe the Albanian organization as the flower of sin, while insiders generally call it a mad dog.
Members of Albanian mixed organizations can be found almost all over Europe. Even because of their high degree of organization and rough and violent actions that flout all rules, they soon overcame traditional organizations in Western and Central Europe, including the Italian Mafia and the French Corsi. Jiajia Guild couldn't help but shun them.
As for Albania’s main industry, it can be described by such a joke.
In broad daylight, a fourteen-year-old girl was kidnapped from the street on her way to school. One day later, she may appear in any developed country in Europe and become a tool responsible for making money from her skin.
Albania is still one of the largest human trafficking transit stations in Europe. Through this basic industry, these people spread the color industry, gambling industry, and bliss drug trading industry like a virus throughout Europe.
even.
An inn was also opened all over Europe, even in some remote places in the Federation, for the enjoyment of the rich from all over the world.
This inn is membership-only and has a name that makes people's hair stand on end.
Find out more about the Human Skin Inn.
so……
Like most people, although Baker is not afraid of Albania, he does not intend to be a good person. He is not a child of 17 or 18 years old. Without that kind of passion, he cannot change the world.
The most important thing.
Why should he be the savior of these white people? Holy Mother?
Although Baker was called Baker Morton in this life, the surname he had in his memory was Bei. The surname Bei can be traced back to the surname Ji.
so.
Baker doesn't remember any interactions with the Albanian organization.
Then here comes the problem.
Why did Albania send people to kidnap him?
Hospitality?
Baker stood up slowly and frowned slightly.
The next second.
Beck walked towards the outside of the toilet.
The gun in his right hand is pointed behind him.
The couple killer's eyes narrowed.
"puff!"
"puff!"
"..."
