Chapter 887 I have a bottom line, but I am flexible
"Ahem, my friend, maybe you are right."
Wade began to think, lost in thought, until he suddenly realized.
He loves his girlfriend very much. If he can make enough money in advance, he won't have to work hard every day, and he won't have to smell the body odor of the two beasts in the team that can kill the old lady next door.
There is nothing more wonderful than this.
"But make sure you agree in advance that I can provide very little help, and you have to rely on yourself for everything."
"It's enough to tell me who those people are and where they are."
In this country, money can buy everything, and Amber doesn't mind using the power she gets to enjoy a more comfortable life.
"So nice to work with."
"Happy cooperation, friend, how much will you share with me after you get the money? I'm just asking, hahaha, you know, everyone likes that stuff."
Wade rubbed his hands and smiled.
"It depends on how much I get from them, and since the money is shady, you should know someone who knows how to make it legal, right?"
Amber didn't touch this guy. In addition to being familiar with him, he also needed a local snake-like figure to solve the troubles in his life.
After all, as the old saying goes, violence can solve many problems, but it cannot solve all problems.
"Of course I know you, and the commission is 2 points cheaper than other places. My friend, you really found the right person for me."
Wade immediately took over the conversation excitedly, and then began to think about the beautiful days in the future: "You know, I have always wanted to own a boat of my own, and take a group of hot girls for a ride on the water, ah! Sunshine, sea breeze, Champagne and beautiful bodies, man, I can’t wait.”
"Without your girlfriend?"
"When you are happy like this, please don't say such disappointing things, okay? My girlfriend is very busy at work and may not be free."
"Maybe I will reveal your itinerary to her then."
"Oh! Damn it, man, you can't do that, it'll turn our friendship into a stranded fish on the beach."
Wade's talkativeness should be natural. No matter what the situation, he can always use a bunch of nonsense to lower others' senses and alerts about him?
Anyway, when Amber followed him outside the home of the director of the Bureau of Investigation, she had no other thoughts except wanting to sew this guy's mouth shut.
This gave him the weird illusion of shooting himself in the foot.
"Okay, can you shut your damn mouth now?"
Amber looked at the bedroom with the lights still on in the distance, and scolded unceremoniously: "If you still want money, just stay here!"
"Oh, sweetheart, you didn't have this attitude when we first met. It's so sad."
Wade looked heartbroken and almost covered his face and cried.
Amber was too lazy to talk to this guy anymore and walked straight ahead.
However, before he could get closer, there was a rustling sound in the courtyard opposite, which made him immediately slow down his steps.
"Man, this director is a very serious dog lover. His family has a total of six big dogs. Do you need me to help you solve it? Just do it afterwards."
Wade came over shamelessly.
Amber ignored him and chose to take action directly.
The body disappeared instantly, and the next moment, Wade heard the sound of hitting at the same time.
Although it was not big, it was no less than thunder in the ears of a person like him.
The originally playful and smiling expression was extremely serious now, and the slightly furrowed brows and solemn eyes were no longer the same as before.
"Damn it, he has super defense, super strength, super speed, and his strength is at least level four now. Damn it! I would actually fight a guy like this for 200,000!"
Amber, who came to the front door of the mansion, didn't know what someone behind her was thinking, and even if she did, she wouldn't care.
He is not a mutant, but he is powerful in another sense.
A body comparable to that of Superman, and the ability to tear space apart to a certain extent and then jump.
The long-range one can squeeze the air and fire an air cannon comparable to a large-yield TNT explosive.
It's just that the latter is too destructive when used, and Amber doesn't like to use it to hit people.
Turning the lock, the extremely strong lock turned into scrap metal under the terrifying force. He walked into the house and followed the stairs to the second floor.
What appeared in front of him was a corridor with three bedrooms on both sides.
You can tell by breathing that there are two people on the left side and one person in a room on the right side.
Amber was kind-hearted and didn't want to see orphans, so she decided to save their family from the pain of losing a loved one.
Wade was pacing back and forth outside, thinking about how to deal with this mess.
It’s impossible to fight because you can’t fight.
He now has two choices, either do what Amber said, or at worst, he will bear a name that is a shame in the mercenary world.
All that's left is to continue with the mission and call those stinky, rotten pieces of shit like Sabretooth Tiger and Wolverine.
There is no risk in the former, but there may be some minor troubles later.
The latter has risks, but can also get certain rewards, and can satisfy your own little sense of moral integrity and honor.
How to choose?
Wade is stuck in a dilemma.
He wants money, honor, and even more self-satisfaction.
Is there no way to get them all?
Streetlights, street corners, walls, Wade was like a restless monkey, leaving traces on this small street.
Fortunately, this state did not last long.
Amber suddenly appeared with a big box in her hand. She was still the same as when she went in, without even a splash of blood.
"Oh, man, you finally finished the work. How is our poor director?"
Wade jumped down from the top of the streetlight.
"Go to where he should go, with his family."
Amber said softly, and squatted down to open the box.
"You!"
Wade's face changed, and the sense of justice in his heart made the scales in his heart begin to tilt in another direction.
Snap!
Bills smelling of ink flew over, one stack, two stacks, three stacks.
After Amber gave the money, he took out several documents: "Here are the records of the director's bribery, illegal fundraising, and doing dirty work for some big shots, including but not limited to sending women from all over the world to have XN, providing protection for drug dealers, etc. You can see it yourself."
"Hehe, you did a great job, my friend, but his family is innocent."
Wade still minded a little.
Pah!
Another stack of US dollars was thrown over.
"Okay, remember to call me for this kind of thing in the future, I'm very professional."
He silently put the money away, and at the same time bent his arms, pretending to be very strong: "And it's cheap."