Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

"Business is here."

Charles chuckled softly.

It was very quiet behind the door, not even the faint sound of breathing, as if this was an empty house at all.

But the crow that landed on the tall maple tree in the courtyard of the villa, through its sight, through the window, clearly told Charles that just behind this door, two figures were quietly leaning on both sides of the wall, guarding the door. He opened the door and remained silent.

After a long time, the door opened.

Charles straightened his clothes a bit, and walked in generously.

"Who are you."

But as soon as he stepped through the door, a gun was pushed into the head of Charles. A young woman with a mushroom cropped hair twisted his arm and pressed him against the wall. Groped all over.

The old man next to him has already closed the door of the villa again.

"Safety."

The young woman let go of Ciel, but the gun remained on.

"Relax, Grace."

said the old man.

Grace showed a slightly cold and disdainful smile.

"Be professional, you told me."

She put the gun down anyway.

Grace Lewis and her father, William Lewis, she also has a brother Oliver Lewis, the leader of the three-person mercenary organization Black Swan, and a family of mercenaries.

"Young master, this is not a place for you to play house."

Grace's tone was flat.

Charles turned around.

The three of them came from the Red Notice movie, an action movie with a low rating, like a similar plot, which was mixed in a lot in the game.

If not involved, they are background boards.

But that's the case, as a celebrity model, Grace's appearance is not too bad, but her aesthetics are not Shire's favorite.

Grace is the mercenary, she looks more heroic, more masculine, and most of all, she's crazy and psycho.

Naturally, there is a reason why Shire chose the Black Swan Organization.

They are mercenaries, or the kind who have no bottom line, willing to do any dirty work.

For money, they can even slaughter, because it is more efficient.

Grace's temperament is a bit like the clown in Gotham, but of course, it is diluted countless times, far less than the clown.

But in any case, since the roles of the two overlap, she is more or less crazy.

"two millions."

"dollars."

Charles said.

Grace and her father William exchanged glances.

"Go upstairs."

she said.

………………

William Lewis is old and has already considered passing the black swan to his offspring. Oliver is the eldest son, but he is too ordinary. He can be a big soldier, but not the team leader.

But Grace qualifies.

Although she is crazy and mentally ill, she is far less terrible than imagined, she is just more ruthless, and this is exactly what is needed.

"Where did you know about us?"

Grace brought Charles to a long table, and the three of them sat down, and she asked.

"I naturally have my channel."

Two million sounds like a small amount, but to mercenaries, it is actually a huge sum of money. Don't think that mercenaries are paid hundreds of millions or hundreds of millions, that is simply impossible.

Even if it is James Bond, if he encounters hundreds of millions of funds, it will be a big deal, the kind that can be made into a movie!

Two million dollars is enough to keep them faithful.

Charles' answer was perfunctory, but Grace didn't ask in detail, and she just said casually that they were mercenaries, regardless of the client's origin.

"What to do."

"Kill some people."

"My job, where is it?"

"London."

Grace and William looked at each other again.

"Can you provide any assistance?"

Grace was trained as the next generation's talker, and she has always been the one who negotiated business with Shire. Like this situation where the upper echelons seem to be playing tricks on each other, most of them have their own forces in the local area, and can provide them with some cover.

After all, it was in the city.

"cannot."

Charles shook his head.

"And once caught, I need you to die immediately, otherwise they will torture the information."

"No one will tell."

"You are mercenaries."

"Because we are mercenaries."

Charlton paused.

"They don't need you to speak."

Grace frowned slightly, and she wondered if the guy in front of her was here to amuse them. As a notorious mercenary organization, the Black Swan was actually deeply connected with the upper echelons of Britain, so they often did dirty work.

They are also very aware of their dangerous status. Once they are not needed, they will be used as a vent and abandoned.

So they need to be very careful.

Charles naturally knew their current situation and what they were hesitating about.

"I can add money."

"How much to add."

"two millions."

"dollars."

Grace was a little moved.

London is no better than other places. Although their methods are very hot, they are not done in big countries, but in small and remote countries.

But London, London is the center of the UK.

If they committed a crime here, it is very likely that they only have the option of running away.

The Lewis family is not British, but American.

"How many people and where."

Of course, downtown London is not the same as the suburbs.

"It is estimated that there will be about twenty people. I will provide the time and location. Some are in the urban area, and some are in the suburbs and wilderness."

Grace's eyes fell on William, but the latter just looked at her and let her think for herself.

After a while, Grace spoke again.

"not enough."

"I can give you ten million."

"But after this cooperation, you still need to continue with another action."

"A war of caution."

"My manpower will be in charge of the frontal battlefield, and the other manpower of you and me will be in charge of the beheading battle, and go straight to the opponent's core hinterland."

"Don't worry, this time the area is very remote."

Hearing the price of 10 million, Grace had already confirmed it, so there was nothing to hesitate, but she continued to try to bargain.

"Our people will not speak out information, in the way of death."

"So, for every death, you pay an extra million."

"Death means that your people have been caught by the other party, and you can't even complete the task. You even asked me to add money."

Charles shook his head sneering.

"No one can guarantee that the absolute plan will be absolutely smooth, young master."

Grace also sneered.

"Well."

"no problem."

Charles readily agreed.

First, he is not short of money. Ten million dollars sounds like a lot, but it is far less than the cost of the Unigel he is building. Second, if they want money, they have to take it with their lives.

Of course, they will definitely be wary of their employers killing their donkeys. At that time... it's up to each other.

"Pleasant cooperation."

After talking about business, Grace smiled more, and she took the lead in reaching out her hand.

After shaking hands with Charles, he asked again.

"I don't know how to call it yet."

"Call me by code name."

"You can call me the Red Knight."

Cough cough, it’s still a temporary one, push it again, I’m a little busy recently