Wells believed in his own feelings. During the time he was working, he had encountered such a situation. He knew at that time that the nature of the association was not only to earn profits, but also to act as a secretly existing organization.
Surgeons are screened naturally, or with less human intervention.
The association has a long history, and it makes a lot of money from various wealthy and powerful people every year. However, because he has worked in it for many years, Wells has had the opportunity to participate in several similar associations.
Summary meeting. Regarding the content of the meeting, profit is always discussed at the end. At first, I thought this was because the profit was indeed not high enough. Putting it later can avoid attracting the attention of the ultimate controller.
This was mostly the case for the next several times. Wells didn't care at first, but at one of the meetings, the association's senior leaders were very excited when they reported their work. Later, he knew that because of what happened, the entire association received generous rewards. As for
Wells didn't know what the reward was, but because of this situation, he secretly conducted a small investigation on his own.
It was also from that time that he suddenly understood that the nature of the association was similar to his own work. They were both middlemen. The difference was that the association was a middleman who worked for specific people and had a larger structure. It was not limited to Yingansi Company.
There are also associations in the country and in other surrounding countries. It radiates over a large area and covers dozens of countries. And the association that I belong to is just a branch of this huge structure.
And he encountered the same situation five years ago. At that time, Wells already knew that the real purpose of the association's existence was not to make profits from these bounty hunters and mercenaries, but to collect various information.
And some tasks to analyze them concretely and rationally to achieve the purpose of strict screening.
Within the association, task levels are generally divided into five levels. The highest is the zero-level task. However, there is a tradition here. The first-level and zero-level tasks are always only released by the senior leaders of the association. What is their content?
Who will complete it, people like Wells don't know.
So he guessed that these might be the final assessment tasks. Wells had thought this way very early on. Because during the long hours of work, in the area he managed, including the loss of personnel, movement, and deaths caused by mission failures.
The reason is that some of the people he had tried so hard to offer high terms to stay with him had completely disappeared from sight without even realizing it.
Wells felt that his conjecture was supported by enough evidence. In addition, coupled with the turmoil involving the entire structure five years ago, he believed that what happened in the past two weeks should be a signal. Five years ago, the association was in half a month.
The time was completely shortened, and the order from the top was to come in for a period of time and not accept any tasks. Immediately, there was a large summary of information. Wells remembered that at that time, he and the area supervisors like him were all summoned to a hotel.
In the huge conference room, people they had never met came to ask some detailed questions.
At that time, some of the middle and high-level people he knew in the association acted like he faced Ms. Rachel in front of those people. They always lowered their heads and kept their smiles facing the ground. That was definitely a manifestation of fear.
Wells, who has a deep understanding of movements, could not understand it better.
"It's just that writing these words out and giving them to Ms. Rachel doesn't seem to be evidence to help me. If I go through the corresponding process and then hand it over to the senior officials for judgment, this time will be enough for me to die many times.
." Wells said to himself, "Why is it me?" It was a sigh, but it was more like a complaint. This was tantamount to asking Wells to explain something that he didn't know about at all, and all the information was missing.
You have to collect it yourself without the assistance of corresponding personnel.
Putting down his pen, Wells walked around the small room a few times before he had to sit down. Even if there was no good way, he thought he still had to write about this matter. No matter what the outcome was, it was better than living without hope.
Standing there waiting to be hanged.
"Master Holden's death was most likely discovered during the investigation. After being noticed by the other party, corresponding actions were taken." After Wells finished writing this sentence, he found that suddenly he seemed to
There is nothing left to write.
After knowing that Holden died in the area under his management, Wells thought about going over to investigate. He arranged for personnel to collect all suspicious information in those few days and handed it all to the association. But he had seen those materials.
Nothing of value could be extracted at all. The other party processed the traces very cleanly. Wells believed that the association was still looking for Holden's body and the possible place where he was killed.
It was a futile act. Wells thought of the man he met and felt that he should have been targeted a long time ago. This was a planned operation. After writing this sentence, Wells put down
I picked up my pen, stood up, sorted out a few pieces of paper, pressed them down with a cup, then lay down on the bed, and fell asleep completely within a short while.
He was indeed very tired these days.
Early the next morning, Wells woke up from his drowsiness and felt a severe headache. He went to the bathroom and took a hot shower, which finally relieved it. He sat by the bed and waited until the symptoms completely disappeared. Then he changed his clothes and went to the hospital.
Free buffet breakfast in the hotel restaurant.
In fact, there was no need to eat at all. Wells couldn't feel the hunger coming from his stomach at all. He just needed to do something to distract himself. He was under a lot of pressure. Because he knew that running away would be completely useless. He saw the power of the association.
You can't resist when you come, leaving alone will only hasten your own death.
It was exactly 6:30 in the morning, and it was still dark outside. There were less than a dozen people in the restaurant. Wells took some food by himself, found a seat by the window and sat down, eating every bite.
His attention was so distracted by various things that he suddenly became aware of it when another person, carrying a plate full of food, pulled up a chair and sat across from him.
His whole body shook a little, and as a habitual protective action, he immediately touched his hand to his waist and placed it on the pistol on his waist. Then he looked to the opposite side. It was a young man. Wells's first impression was that of an ordinary person.
It looked like a face, but it had an indescribable smell. When Wells reacted, he remembered that this feeling was very similar to the one five years ago.
Those who asked him questions in the large conference room of the hotel had an indescribable feeling of oppression. Although it was not expressed in any words or actions, Wells understood at that time that he had a relationship with those people.
The gap has accumulated since birth.
When the man sitting opposite saw this, he immediately waved his hand, "Don't be like that, Mr. Wells, this is considered a public place, and some things are very troublesome to deal with. It's just that the time is coming, and I have to come out to talk to you.
"
Wells took a deep breath, stood up immediately, and picked up his dinner plate: "I don't know you, and we have nothing to talk about. I think you have the wrong person, sir."
"Are you worried that someone is watching you?" When the other party saw Wells getting up, he also put down the tableware and said, "Mr. Wells, do you really think the people in your association will be so at ease with you? There are so many people behind you.
Aren’t you going to send someone to follow you and take a look?”
"I do not understand what you mean."
"You must know the reason why I was able to find you and have breakfast with you this morning." The man said. When he saw Wells, he stopped and nodded to tell Wells to sit down, because there were already people around him looking over.
"There are a lot of words that you will definitely be interested in."
After about half a minute, Wells, who had been standing still, returned to his seat.
"Yesterday, when you came out of the tavern, you were followed by three people. They were all pretty good, so they should be the people in the association who are good at this. However, not long after they came out, they slipped and fell into the underground sewer, and they all died."
The man said, "Want to see evidence? I took photos, but I don't know if you recognize them." He took out three photos, all of which were taken in the state of corpses.
Wells became silent after seeing it, and put the photo in his pocket. The man saw this and said, "You can only see it yourself, don't think about giving it to the association. Before those people from the association came here, I actually
I don’t want to talk to you. It’s a complete waste of time. It’s just that someone thinks you have good abilities and takes a fancy to your experience, so before letting me leave here, I must come and take a look to make sure it’s what he thinks.”
Seeing Wells's silence, the man continued to eat the food, "You won't forget, right? We met more than two weeks ago."
"Are you the middle-aged man? The 'boss' in the mouth of the association?" Wells knew he couldn't leave, so after taking a long breath, he began to think of ways, hoping to get more useful information out of the man in front of him.
That's because the other party looked like he could crush himself to death with one hand, but his attitude seemed a bit contemptuous, at least that's how he felt.
"Yes, I am the middle-aged man who met you. After all, I am outside and need to dress up to protect myself. But the 'boss' you call is not me. The 'boss' is not here now. As for why
, because we have estimated your strength, I can probably do everything alone, so there is no need to drag him here because of you. We have been really busy recently."
"As I said just now, if the people from your association don't come over, or the people who stay here don't act, I really don't want to talk to you. Well, it's like watching the ants on the ground migrating because the rain is coming.
Just like insect eggs. If you are interested, just take a look. If you are not interested, why not walk around. You, Mr. Wells, should understand what I am talking about, right?" The man stared at Wells, obviously observing the change in his expression.
The result did not disappoint him. He saw what he wanted and heard the answer he wanted.
"I know that the association is just a subordinate organization. But I don't know who it belongs to and who it works for."