(PS: I went to Chimelong, came back to catch up on the manuscript, and almost didn’t dare to go there)

"There's no daily salary, it's just a deal. I'll provide information, and you guys go to work. I only have one request, as long as everyone in that car is dead."

Libya, Tripoli, in an unremarkable residential building, a man in a white turban said to another middle-aged man in a turban and a black veil on his face.

"Who is your target?

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