"How much?"
"Forty dollars."
"Here, no need to look for it."
"……Thanks."
Baker took out a Franklin and took away a brand new burner phone. He couldn't help it. He was in a hurry when he came from New York and forgot to bring a few spare burner phones.
night.
After taking a shower in the bathroom, Baker walked to the small terrace that came with the hotel room, sat down, took a sip of wine and looked at the white building hidden behind the woods in the distance.
The next second.
Baker shifted his gaze to Kodo's.
Enter the eyes.
Baker looked at the sloppy man hanging below and exclaimed, "When was he caught?"
Kodo: "Gu (half an hour ago.)!"
Baker frowned: "Didn't I ask you to stare at Vivian for me? Why did you come here to stare at men? You are a male, shouldn't you like females?"
Kodo: "Gugu (I'm hungry, this man will die later, can I eat him?)!"
Baker's face turned dark: "If you die, that guy won't even die."
calm.
This is my own eagle. It is an eagle that uses skill cards. It can also evolve. It cannot be killed, stewed, or fried.
Baker took a deep breath, put his eighteen cooking skills in his heart and said: "Go find Vivian for me, and keep an eye on the Damocles corporate headquarters. If there is anything unusual, contact me immediately. After you finish your work, I’ll prepare fifty pounds of fine Wagyu beef for you.”
Kodo cooed happily.
Brute, the stupid pig who was beating up Black Caesar below, heard the cry of the eagle and couldn't help but look up at the dark and empty sky: "Where is the bird's cry coming from?"
Kodo was so frightened that he immediately flapped his wings and left the bloody scene.
Baker couldn't help but cover his forehead. If he had known that this sculpture had such a character, he would not have wasted his skill cards on this sand sculpture if he had another chance.
He keeps growing taller and has poor IQ.
Uncomfortable.
Baker shook his head, drank the wine in his glass, stood up and walked into the room from the terrace, getting ready to sleep.
A man beats another man violently.
What's the point of this drama?
Baker's orientation is normal, but for the time being... No, he has no intention of ever changing his orientation.
the next day.
Ten o'clock in the morning.
Baker, who was about to book a flight back to New York for himself, felt Kodo's call and shifted his gaze to Kodo's sight.
Damocles Corporate Headquarters.
very quiet.
Baker frowned: "Shadow, what do you want me to see?"
Kodo cooed, indicating that there were many people in the room. As he said that, Kodo directly put his head through the roof and let his eyes fall inside.
Baker looked.
Brute the stupid pig sat there a little restlessly, and a group of people with professional phone positioning devices seemed to be preparing to track someone.
Not long after.
Wearing a black beret, white-haired girl, beautiful blond hair, and a black turtleneck sweater, Vivian stood up and said, "Let's take action."
Said.
Vivian glanced at Brut, and then led a new generation assassin in hip-hop clothing and a big gold chain towards the door.
soon.
Ten black Chevrolet sport utility vehicles drove away from Damocles Corporate Headquarters and onto the highway.
only.
When they reached a fork in the road, the five black Chevrolet sport utility vehicles following them broke away from the group and drove onto the fork in the road.
"what happened."
Sitting in the front row, Donald, who was wearing a hip-hop outfit and a big gold chain, and was as thin as a monkey, and who is still loyal to Damocles Enterprises, asked: "What's going on?"
"Relax." Vivian, who was sitting in the second car, said, "What if his positioning is wrong."
After Vivian finished explaining, she took out her mobile phone from her arms and dialed a number.
Didn't get through?
Vivian frowned.
Just then, the phone rang.
Vivian looked at the unfamiliar call and answered it.
Baker's voice came from inside: "Good morning, Vivian, what can I do?"
Vivian's heart moved: "Are you spying on me?"
Baker turned on the faucet in front of him: "Did you hear that? I'm still in the hotel. By the way, I've booked a flight back to New York at three o'clock in the afternoon."
Vivian said directly: "I need your help."
Baker raised his eyebrows, wiped his hands, and then walked towards the door of the room and said, "I thought you didn't need my help."
Vivian said directly: "The contract token, as you said before, guarantees that I will not die."
Baker smiled and said: "What, Vivian, are you in trouble?"
Vivian looked at the call on the other phone and said directly: "Don't talk nonsense, I will send you the location."
In the hotel.
Baker shook his head and said: "Kodo, go monitor those five cars."
The male eagle hidden above Vivian's vehicle cooed, then spread its wings like a glider and quickly glided directly towards the five black SUVs on the other road.
Baker walked out of the hotel room and dialed Barbara's phone while going through the overthrow procedures in the lobby on the first floor.
Five seconds.
Ten seconds.
Twenty seconds.
Barbara answered the phone angrily: "What are you doing? Isn't it the second time to break up with each other?"
Baker smiled, took back his credit card and said, "The Red Devil has already begun to prepare for the robbery. Why don't you hurry up and stop it?"
Finished.
Baker hung up the phone again, and could vaguely imagine the expression on Barbara's face who was speaking out of nowhere at this moment.
Quite cute.
Thinking of Barbara's angry look, Baker suddenly smiled, walked out of the hotel, stopped a taxi, and reported the address.
Half an hour later.
Baker got out of the taxi, looked at the abandoned factory not far in front of him, and couldn't help but shake his head.
It seems that all the shady things happen in abandoned buildings.
So did that time in Chicago.
So did Spain.
This time, too.
Not long after.
When Baker just walked to the door of the factory, there was a symphony inside, and the churning sound of the fully automatic remote-controlled Gatling instantly resounded in his ears like a beautiful symphony.
Five seconds later.
Baker pressed a button on a machine on his hand.
A buzzing sound.
An electromagnetic pulse invisible to the naked eye swept across the surrounding area instantly. In just a split second, the stupid pig at the headquarters in Washington was dumbfounded when he looked at the monitor that was instantly blurred.
Baker walked in and happened to see the top assassin Black Caesar Duncan Vizsla who was about to shoot and kill Vivian.
"That's enough!" Baker said, attracting Black Caesar's attention: "I'll protect this person!"
Uncle Ba...
Pooh.
It was the black Caesar with a one-eye patch who looked at the ordinary-looking Baker in a suit and leather suit with short black hair. He frowned and said solemnly: "Herro Moulton."
Baker smiled brightly: "Yes."
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