In the Greek waters, on the deck of a yacht, Gilbert was busy, while Domhnall was lying on the ground with blood from the corner of his mouth, dead.
Three large rocks were tied to Domhnall's body, and they were all fixed with stainless steel wires passing through the bones. It took Kilbart a long time to throw the body down.
Then he started flushing the deck with a water hose, flushing it back and forth four times. Two of them were sprayed with special chemicals before flushing.
I took off the mop twice more, and then rinsed it again. After working back and forth for almost three hours, I sat down on the deck to rest with a glass of juice.
Kilbart had no choice but to kill Domhnall. His superiors sent an email, either Domhnall disappears and cuts off the clues, or you disappear and cut off the clues.
A dead Taoist friend will not die a poor Taoist.
Kilbart invited Domhnall out and gave him an envelope containing the bonus. The atmosphere was very harmonious.
He opened a bottle of red wine and poured two glasses in front of Domhnall. The two of them touched their glasses and drank them in one gulp.
Kilbart had taken the antidote in advance and was fine, but Domhnall did not take the antidote. After the two drank a few drinks and talked and laughed, Domhnall fell to the ground.
When he was dying, his eyes were wide open, staring at Kilbart, which caused Kilbart to bear a lot of psychological pressure.
After resting for a while, Kilbart drove the yacht back to the port, returned to the apartment to rest for the night, and checked out of the apartment the next day.
We went directly to the pier, spent money to buy a speedboat, prepared enough food and fuel, and left the pier.
Where it went, no one knows.
At the same time, a yacht faster than Kilbart set off from another pier with five people on board, one of whom was wearing a diving suit.
There is another person holding a locator, and the yacht is driving quickly on the sea.
More than three hours later, the yacht saw Gilbert's yacht and slowly moved closer to it.
When Gilbert saw the yacht approaching, he became alert. Through the telescope, he saw that there were only two people on the yacht, a man and a woman, and they were both wearing loose clothes and holding red wine in their hands.
She lowered her guard a little, and when the yacht slowly approached, the woman waved to Gilbert, making a gesture of asking something.
Gilbert slowed down.
When the two yachts were about to approach, three people suddenly appeared on the other side's yacht. One of them pointed a grenade gun at Kilbart and shot him.
There were two sounds of "bang" and "boom", the yacht exploded, and Gilbert was knocked out by the shock wave and fell directly into the water.
The people in wetsuits who boarded the yacht here immediately took the speargun into the water and swam quickly towards Kilbart.
At this moment, Kilbart was unconscious, and his throat was cut easily by the man in the diving suit. Furthermore, Kilbart was shot in the chest with a speargun.
Gilbert couldn't die anymore. He turned around and went back. He got on the yacht and made an OK move. The yacht started to jump on the bow and left the sea area directly.
Time passed little by little, and except for some speedboat fragments floating there, there was nothing else.
I believe that after a while, no one will know that a speedboat has been solved here.
Time passed slowly for two days, in the basement of Jean's farm in Krakow, Poland.
Keane's arms were hung up by chains.
The upper parts of the two legs were also chained to the pillars on both sides.
His body was covered in blood, and his face was no exception. He had obviously been severely beaten.
Mantle was sitting not far away, with a cigarette in his mouth and a phone call in his hand. The expression on his face was very gloomy. He had not pried Keane's mouth open for ten hours.
Lutz started scolding Mantle directly on the phone, calling him incompetent.
From the moment Gilbert was terminated, Mantle received the order to take action and immediately took control of Kean. He did not expect Kean, a gentle man, to be so tough-talking.
"Boss, I give up the bonus for this mission in exchange for support." Mantle gritted his teeth and said this. Two hundred thousand dollars, just gone.
According to the rules, the task must be completed within twenty-four hours, otherwise, you will be a loser in this assessment. If you fail, you will have to return to the killer training base for six months of special training.
Mantle really didn't want to experience any more hellish training, and would rather give up the bonus this time and solve the problem and pass the assessment.
"Humph, you are the first person to do this"
"Support will be sent to your email within two hours, and your time will be extended for 48 hours. If there is no result after 48 hours,"
"People from other departments will take over this matter."
"Mantlei, if you are taken over by someone from another department, I swear, I will train you hard for half a year!"
Lutz said this very unhappily, because after the special department took over, part of Lutz's bonus would also be deducted.
If you are incompetent, don’t take money!
This is the rule of Starlight Town.
"Don't worry, I will definitely finish it. I would rather die than participate in special training." Mantle said directly. He did not want to experience that kind of inhuman life again in this life.
"It's useless to talk, I can see the results," Lutz said and hung up the phone.
Mantle hung up the phone, stood up, walked to Keane and said with a sinister expression, "Don't pretend to be faint, there is no point in pretending to be faint."
"As you can hear just now, I was reprimanded, and the bonus for this mission is gone."
"I will let you experience what punishment is. I will let you experience pain every second and every minute until it hurts you to death."
"I will go back for a few months of special training at most, but you will endure dozens of hours of pain and go to hell!"
After saying that, he turned around and returned to the table. He raised his hand to pick up the box next to him and put it on the table. He opened the box and found all kinds of torture instruments inside.
After setting everything up, he turned around to show Keen, then took out a pair of needle-nose pliers and walked towards Keen with a smile.
"Ding"
"You have new mail arriving"
An electronic voice came from Mantle's cell phone. Mantle stopped and turned back to pick up the cell phone. He opened the mailbox and started to look through it. Soon, a smile appeared on Mantle's face.
After a few clicks, he took the phone and came to Mantlei.
"I never imagined that you have such a beautiful woman and such a lovely daughter."
"I won't beat you anymore. I will bring them to you and slap them in front of you. It is you who have brought them a lifetime of pain!"
After saying that, Mantle turned around and left. Keane's expression changed, and his facial expressions began to change back and forth. When Mantle walked to the table and picked up his coat.
"I said, don't touch them"
Keen collapsed. His girlfriend and daughter were everything to Keen. The reason why he joined the organization for adventure was to give his girlfriend and daughter a happy life.
Unexpectedly, they were eventually implicated.
Mantle put down his coat with a smile on his face, turned around and walked over, looked at Kean with an indifferent expression and said, "Let's talk."
"You have to promise me not to touch them," Keen said with blood on the corner of his mouth.
"It depends on whether your information is true. If it is true, we don't want to cause trouble."
"If your information is false, I can assure you that they will spend the rest of their lives in African mines, and those black animals will like them very much."
Mantle said this without any politeness, saying that he could recover part of his losses by selling the two of them.
"I know you lost money, I can give you a secret account with 300,000 euros in it, which is my private money."
"You can verify the information, it is absolutely true."
"I know I'm dead. My only wish now is that they can live well."
Keane looked at Mantle and said this slowly.
After hearing this, Mantle hesitated for a moment. Three hundred thousand euros was a good price. He not only made up for the two hundred thousand dollars he had just lost, but also made an extra hundred thousand dollars.
"Okay, I promise, as long as your information is true and as long as I get 300,000 yuan, I won't touch them."
"If I break the contract, let me suffer the same pain and die as you."
Mantle directly said that there are rules in the organization anyway. As long as the information is true, he must not cause any trouble. If he violates this rule, it will cause any trouble.
The organization would make his death ugly, and the sins he suffered before his death would definitely be much more painful than Keen's.
Time passed little by little, 300,000 euros were transferred to his account, Keane's family information was also uploaded, and the next step was to wait.
After the above verification of Keen's information is correct, it will be concluded that Keen has left here. Mantle has already thought about where to live.
Sit relaxedly in a chair, wait for the news, and enjoy your free life.
More than three hours passed slowly. "Ding, you have a new email arriving." Mantle opened his phone with a smile and started checking the email.
[The information is correct, this email will be destroyed in twenty seconds] There is a counter next to it, and the pointer moves one grid after another.
Soon, twenty seconds passed and the email disappeared. Looking at the system, it was as if the email had never been received.
He picked up the pistol from the table, took out a silencer and slowly screwed it on. He raised his hand and shot Kean "biubiu, biubiu, biubiu" several times.
There were bullet holes in his head and chest.
Without even looking at Kean, he turned around and started packing his belongings. After getting everything ready, he left the basement.
Mantle drove away from Keene's farm and showed up in a remote suburb more than an hour later. After getting out of the car, he took out gasoline and started pouring gasoline back and forth in the car.
After finishing all this, he took off his hood and the skin on his arms and threw them into the car.
I took out a cigarette and lit one. Instead of holding it with the front of my fingers, I held it with the back half so as not to attract fingerprints.
After taking a few puffs and flicking the cigarette, the cigarette butt flew into the car, and with a "bang" sound, the car began to burn.