Mercenary's War-Chapter 2034 - 2011: The Grand Show Begins

"Little Donnie, your show is on."

"Understood."

After taking a deep breath, Little Donnie inhaled deeply, then hung up the phone and turned it off, handing the phone casually to Eliza.

"This phone won’t be used for a while. No matter how you manage it, don’t let anyone listen in, don’t let anyone notice it still exists."

Eliza took the phone and casually placed it in a metal bucket, covering it only after giving Little Donnie a deep look, then returned to her room.

Under the same roof, yet she wouldn’t speak a word more to him; Little Donnie had grown accustomed to Eliza being like this.

Little Donnie returned to the living room, passed through the back door to the lawn in the backyard, gently tugged the blanket on the reclining chair under the shade for his foster mother. His foster mother was quite old, even while enjoying the speckled sunlight through the tree shade, she needed the protection of a blanket.

After kissing his foster mother lightly on the forehead, Little Donnie gazed affectionately at his foster mother, with whom he had no blood relation.

Little Donnie’s family consisted of three people with no blood ties, yet their bonds were no different from those in a typical family. In fact, their familial bonds were even stronger, because having lost, they cherished what they had even more.

When Little Donnie stood up, intending to leave, his foster mother suddenly opened her eyes.

"Little Donnie, where are you going?"

His foster mother wouldn’t wake easily while napping, so seeing her suddenly open her eyes left Little Donnie a bit flustered, especially seeing that striking silver hair of his mother.

"Mom, I’m going to the office, you continue sleeping."

"Is everything okay?"

Little Donnie naturally smiled and said, "Of course, why wouldn’t it be?"

Being watched made Little Donnie somewhat anxious, but he still smiled and tucked the blanket around his foster mother again, smiling, "Nap a bit more, Eliza will call you for lunch."

Watching as his foster mother finally closed her eyes again, Little Donnie lingered for a moment before returning to his room, opening a drawer, taking out a handgun, checking the magazine to see if the bullets were full, took a deep breath, tucked the gun into his waist, covering it with a suit jacket, picked up a phone from the table, and hurriedly left the house.

Little Donnie arrived in front of the garage, noticed a car parked by the roadside, and Number Thirteen standing beside it.

"You came out late, you should have been out five minutes ago."

Standing in front of Number Thirteen, looking at this ever-cold faced person, unsure if they are a companion or something else, Little Donnie couldn’t help feeling a bit creeped out.

"Sorry, I was saying goodbye to my family, hope it didn’t delay anything."

When needed, Number Thirteen’s facial expressions were particularly rich, but when not needed, his face showed no expression, as if he wasn’t thinking about anything, even though you know he’s contemplating complex matters.

Little Donnie couldn’t help swallowing under the gaze of Number Thirteen, a feeling far from relaxed.

Number Thirteen pointed at Little Donnie’s waist, whispered, "You’re carrying a gun, why are you carrying a gun?"

Little Donnie swallowed and said, "Uh, I’m a bit worried, so I brought it along, in case it’s needed..."

"You don’t need a gun, don’t carry it."

Actually, Little Donnie wasn’t planning to use the gun against anyone; he was intending, in the event someone really tried to capture him, to have the means to quickly end his own life. So he carried the gun for the purpose of having it available for a self-inflicted shot.

No choice, since receiving the notification from Gao Yang, Little Donnie couldn’t relax because he was noticed by the CIA, so even though he knew he should ease up a bit, he couldn’t help but think about the various consequences if he were caught by the CIA.

However, Number Thirteen is the overall director.

Little Donnie pulled out the gun, intending to hand it to Number Thirteen, but Number Thirteen shook his head, whispered, "You can put it back at home, don’t give it to me, put this in your ear."

Number Thirteen took out a very small item, Little Donnie tucked the gun back into his waistband, then took the item from Number Thirteen and placed it in his ear canal.

Number Thirteen took out a cotton swab, whispered, "A bit deeper."

Little Donnie gritted his teeth as he shoved the tiny item into his ear, then heard Number Thirteen whisper, "Sound check." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"OK, very clear."

Number Thirteen immediately said, "Now, listen carefully to my words. In about fifteen minutes, three people will be here to investigate you, and the first step of their investigation is to monitor all your communications. Right now, your phone, landline, computer, all communication methods are no longer safe."

Little Donnie nodded, "I know."

"After monitoring your communication devices, they will need to listen to all your conversations. Installing bugs in your home is inevitable, but they will directly monitor your speech, like using sound wave vibrational monitors, so from now on you must be careful with any speech."

"Okay, I understand."

Number Thirteen checked his watch, expressionless, "Return home, follow instructions, you must respond immediately to my commands, do not delay, do not hesitate, understand?"

"Understood, um, Leonard, I’d like to ask, why must we eliminate the three CIA agents? Wouldn’t the risk be too high?"

Number Thirteen replied coldly, "To buy time, we have no choice."

"Buying time?"

Number Thirteen said seriously, "Your network and Satan are deeply intertwined. Once the CIA starts investigating you, even if you say nothing, they can find many unfavorable clues against us. So, before the CIA officially investigates, we must eliminate them. Fortunately, this time it’s a private operation by the Middle East Bureau, giving us some maneuvering space."

Little Donnie asked puzzled, "But eliminating three people, they’ll immediately send more, and wouldn’t this draw more attention from the CIA?"

Number Thirteen shook his head, "It won’t, before the CIA sends others, the problem will be resolved."

Little Donnie said blankly, "Can the problem be solved this quickly? Buddy, I’m not optimistic, shouldn’t I carry the gun so that, uh, in case I need to end my life, I can conveniently do it myself."

Number Thirteen finally smiled, he said with a grin, "That’s not your concern, if you need to die, I’ll help you, guarantee it’s faster than you doing it yourself. Now, return home, put down the gun, wait for my command, go."