Battlefield Contract Worker

"Bet?" Harold frowned.

"Yes, bet." Lin Rui said calmly, "In the period from when we leave you right now and when we come back to find you tomorrow morning, we can create five chances to assassinate you, but your so-called loyal guards have No precautions at all. Do you believe it?"

Harold shook his head and said, "I'm not in the mood to joke with you, I'm busy."

"I'm not kidding. For the sake of your safety, why don't you give it a try? Quan Dang should test your guard's ability during the war, what's the harm?" Lin Rui smiled.

Harold looked at the young Asian man carefully, and couldn't see any joking in his eyes. He frowned slightly, "Okay, if you can really do this. I'll allow you to be fully responsible for my security, and I won't even interfere with your actions."

"A word is settled." Zhao Jianfei looked at him and smiled.

Harold also smiled confidently and said, "However, you might as well take a look at this place, it's like an iron barrel. It's a joke to assassinate me. What are you going to do? Drive a tank to assassinate me? "The black bodyguard behind him also smiled contemptuously, revealing a set of white teeth.

Zhao Jianfei smiled and said, "We can't say what we do. It won't work because we say it. But I can guarantee that it will make you feel a real threat." He slowly got up and said indifferently to the other team members, "Let's go. There will be a lot of work to do tonight." The members of the UFO team followed him out of the military government building.

Seeing these mercenaries leave, Harold couldn't help shaking his head. These mercenaries were too arrogant. The bodyguards around him are all one in a hundred, and they have been sent abroad for extremely strict safety training. And now not only is the whole city under martial law, but the front and rear streets of this military government building are completely blocked, and the entry and exit have been strictly checked. Thinking of completing the five assassinations of himself under such circumstances is simply a fool's errand. He doesn't believe it at all, just like he doesn't believe in these mercenaries who work for money.

But since he had already made a reservation for this gamble, he had to take it seriously, so he turned to the bodyguard beside him and said, "You heard that? I'm going to get a good night's sleep today."

"Yes, Your Excellency, I will make a comprehensive arrangement immediately, and add two more guards inside and outside the building to ensure that not even a fly can come in. I think you will have a good night's sleep tonight." The bodyguard nodded humbly. .

Harold nodded in satisfaction and waved, "Okay, you go down first."

This night, Harold really had a good night's sleep. When he woke up the next day, he felt that the tiredness of the past few days seemed to be swept away. Thinking of the bet that the mercenaries made with confidence yesterday, Harold felt better. His people didn't let him down, and he didn't get the slightest harassment all night. So he smiled and stretched, got off the bed, and walked to the bathroom, intending to go to the toilet, then wash up, and start his day's work.

However, just as he opened the bathroom door, something fell to the ground from behind the door. Harold felt strange, and when he picked it up and looked at it, his blood almost solidified. This is a toy grenade, which is hung on the door of the bathroom with a thin line attached. As soon as the door was pushed open, the toy grenade would be pulled away and the fuze rolled to the ground. It's like a well-placed trigger booby trap.

Harold raised his head in horror, only to find a line of words written on the bathroom mirror, "Good morning, Your Excellency." At the end of the word was a round smiling face. But at this moment, this smiling face made Harold feel extremely angry. He threw the toy grenade to the ground. He roared angrily, "Give me someone, where's the person?"

His bodyguards rushed in from the outside immediately, looking at Harold's appearance and the toy grenade in his hand, all with dull expressions. Harold pointed to the words on the bathroom mirror and roared, "This is the security guarantee you gave me? You let them go in and out of my bedroom freely, and even put bombs in my bathroom! If this grenade is real, I'm lying on the ground now, blood and flesh. Is there anything more ironic than being bombed to death in the bathroom of my own house? Asshole, bastard!"

Those bodyguards kept silent, but they couldn't figure out how those mercenaries did this. Even under their layers of defense, he reached into Harold's bedroom. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, even if they were killed, they wouldn't have believed that there was such a thing. This is simply elusive.

Harold snarled and lost his temper with his hands on his hips. But looking at these submissive bodyguards, he finally softened his heart. After all, these people are loyal guards who have followed their family for many years, so he resisted his anger and waved, "Forget it, let's go out! I Gotta get dressed."

He turned around a little irritably and wanted to put on his clothes, but his bodyguards suddenly stood there dumbfounded, motionless. Harold felt that they looked a little weird, and frowned, "What else?"

"Your Excellency, you...on your underwear..." the bodyguard said with an embarrassed expression.

Harold had just woken up, completely shirtless. He was wondering ~www.wuxiahere.com~ why the bodyguard mentioned his underwear, when suddenly he seemed to remember something and rushed into the bathroom with a change in his face. By turning around, Harold found that his white **** were drawn with a red bullseye pattern on his buttocks.

This time he really couldn't bear it anymore, came out with a livid face, and said with a sneer, "You all saw it, this is what they call five chances! One was to kill me while I was sleeping, and the second was to kill me while I was sleeping. The second time was putting a bomb in the bathroom and it killed me. Five assassinations, they've succeeded twice. This is a testament to your ability to work! I'm curious what other means they have to kill me. Can you imagine Are you there?"

Harold paced back and forth, roaring anxiously, "You can't imagine, how can you effectively prevent it? I'm so stupid to believe that you can protect me. Is that how you protect me? Like Like protecting my brother? You incompetent people, I am really angry to the extreme."

The big bodyguard said with an embarrassed expression, "Don't worry, Your Excellency, I will definitely investigate any security loopholes, and I will definitely investigate them. As long as it is found out who is negligent, I will not be lenient."

"Strict investigation? Hehe..." Harold sneered and turned around, "I'll just wait for your strict investigation results. I hope I'll still be alive when your results come out."

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