Mercenary's War-Chapter 2030 - 2007: You’ve Gone Bad

The time it takes for Number Thirteen to finish a meal is too short, so for the rest of the time, he could only watch Gao Yang and Murphy slowly enjoy theirs.

Murphy put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then, tossing the napkin aside, he opened a folder, glanced at it briefly, pushed it in front of Number Thirteen, and smiled, "Take a look, see what’s the best way to handle this."

Number Thirteen took the folder and began reading it, with Gao Yang sitting beside him, so he could also see the contents of the document.

Murphy had Number Thirteen looking at information on three people—names, frontal and side photos, height, and weight were all listed, and there were even medical reports for each.

If Gao Yang guessed correctly, these three were the ones assigned to investigate Little Donnie. Their methods of investigation remained unknown—whether it involved covert surveillance or direct apprehension for interrogation was uncertain.

After looking for a while, Number Thirteen softly asked, "Is there any information on their habits and hobbies?"

Murphy waved his hand and said, "No, all the information is here, so there’s no need to ask if there’s more. Take a look and come up with a plan based on this, and you have to do it yourself."

Gao Yang immediately asked, "Have him do it himself?"

Murphy glared at Gao Yang discontentedly and then said angrily, "He’s my best hitman, but you lured him away. Now, if he doesn’t do it, who will? Should I get someone else to do a rough job so the CIA knows someone is targeting them with assassinations?"

Gao Yang immediately said, "Oh, I was just asking."

Number Thirteen didn’t even lift his head and murmured, "I’m not your hitman, and he didn’t lure me away. He just helped me find my sister."

Murphy, disgruntled, picked up the white wine and sipped furiously, "He’s lucky, and you’re just too stubborn. I mean, you’re a hitman; why waste your talents mixing with mercenaries? No matter what disguise you put on in battle, even if you’re a tree, a stray bullet can end you."

Number Thirteen smiled, "Being with him is more interesting than with you, and hanging around with a bunch of brainless mercenaries isn’t tiring. They’re crude but easy to get along with. Most importantly, he shielded my sister from bullets, and you wouldn’t do that, so it’s pleasant working with him."

Number Thirteen flicked the data of one person and smiled, "It must look like an accident, right? Well, maybe we can use this; this guy, Martinez, is severely allergic to peanuts."

Murphy spread his hands and said, "Really? I didn’t read the details of his file. Okay, so what are you planning for an agent severely allergic to peanuts, and, what about the other two? Do you plan to kill three people in different ways? Buddy, even the most reasonable causes of death wouldn’t make three simultaneous deaths look normal."

Number Thirteen smirked, "A car accident would be a good choice, to have them all die together in one car, that’s the only option."

Murphy spread his hands again, and Number Thirteen gently said, "An agent unknowingly ate peanut butter, triggering a deadly reaction. His companions, worried, sped excessively to the hospital and got into a severe car accident, all three dying. A terrible coincidence, but reasonable, right?"

Murphy frowned, "But how do you make someone severely allergic to peanuts eat peanut butter? How do you make two well-trained agents get into such a severe accident that all three die?"

Number Thirteen placed his forefinger to his lips, gently shushed, then smiled, "Let me handle the how. You just need to cooperate, like always."

Murphy nodded reluctantly, "Alright, alright, just like before. How many assistants do you need?"

Number Thirteen thought for a moment, then softly said, "About thirty people should be enough."

Murphy’s jaw dropped, and he exaggerated, "Thirty? You gotta be kidding me! I don’t have that many people to spare now, buddy. Look at our situation; we need manpower everywhere. How am I supposed to get you thirty people? What about keeping tabs on everyone else?"

Number Thirteen smiled, "Give me three months, I’ll do it with three helpers. You give me three years, I’ll handle everything myself. But how long can you give me?"

Murphy looked at Gao Yang, then Number Thirteen, and finally said helplessly, "One day, at most two."

Number Thirteen pushed the files aside, smiled, "Then give me thirty people."

Murphy sighed deeply, utterly helpless, "Fine, fine, thirty people. At least it won’t be long, or I’d go mad."

Number Thirteen smiled slightly again, "Now, let’s talk about my pay."

Murphy widened his eyes in disbelief, "What are you talking about? Payment? This is for saving him, and you still dare to ask for a fee?"

Number Thirteen said seriously, "I’m not a cleaner."

"That’s right."

"But you need me to help you work, just as before."

"Yes, but this is to help Ram, you have to understand..."

"No matter who it is or who it’s helping, if you hire me to kill, you pay. It’s fair. If I labor, I deserve compensation."

Murphy sighed irritably and grumbled, "Number Thirteen, you’ve gone bad, following these mercenaries has corrupted you! Fine, how much do you want?"

Number Thirteen held up three fingers and grinned, "Three people, so five million, I’ll give you a discount."

Murphy shook his head immediately, "Too high, that’s too expensive."

"This was the price before."

"That was before; back then, you’d give me the money to find your sister. Back and forth, that’s business, you get that? So the price was naturally higher. But now you won’t be giving that money to find your sister anymore, so the price must adjust—three million dollars, not a cent more, or I’ll really switch people."

Number Thirteen snapped his fingers and smiled, "Fine, three million."

After settling on three million, Number Thirteen looked at Gao Yang and laughed, "See, being a hitman is faster money than a mercenary."

Murphy suddenly said, "Don’t get excited, according to protocol, Ram, I have to charge you for this kind of thing, so factor in the hitman’s fee, and you’ll owe me six million dollars. Other costs are separate."

Gao Yang laughed, "Don’t try to fleece me, I pay a membership fee, buddy, fifty million dollars a year, you have the duty to keep me safe. If I need you to handle things, I have to pay, but activating the firewall isn’t commissioned work, it’s in your free service offering."

Just then, Number Thirteen smiled, "You should regret driving my price down because I planned to give my fee to you, buddy. You could’ve requested five million dollars in funding and pocket the amount, but now it’s only three million."

Murphy looked at Number Thirteen like he was someone unfamiliar, then murmured, "Buddy, you really have been corrupted by them."