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Chapter nine hundred and seventeen cut melons and vegetables, retired cross

Within a minute, the Kun fighter jet caught up with the car carrying Eric, and then followed it all the way to a dilapidated residential area.

Without saying a word, White Ghost put on his own all-white ninja suit, which was tailor-made for him by William. He waved the two titanium samurai swords in his hands a few times and stood by the hatch.

Looking at the three plainclothes agents through the smart glasses, they escorted Eric out of the car and ordered, "Lower the height and open the hatch."

When the Kun fighter was only ten meters above the ground, the three agents were attracted by the air waves of the fighter and watched in horror as a pure white figure fell from the sky.

He was busy taking out his gun and shooting, but unfortunately most of the bullets were knocked away by the sword wielded by the white ghost, and the rest had no effect at all when they hit the ninja suit.

Instead, because they were standing close, the white ghost flew down and killed the two of them one by one.

Before the remaining one could run away, his calf was broken by a sweeping kick, and he instantly lost his ability to escape.

She put away the big knife, carried Eric, who was still in a coma, in one hand, and walked into the Kun-jet fighter with a living mouth in the other.

After imprisoning the two men, the spacecraft flew to the wild grassland. White Ghost walked out of the fighter plane carrying the living body and began to use their unique ninja interrogation methods.

Within half an hour, White Ghost, who had been killed with a single blow, walked into the fighter plane with a displeased expression, and complained to Sunday, "American guys nowadays are all weaklings. Before I even used two moves, that bastard started to attack."

Sunday did not answer, but simulated the cry of a hyena calling its companions on the spacecraft. Not long after, several hyenas appeared within Sunday's exploration range.

Seeing that Sunday did not answer him, White Ghost wiped his samurai sword boredly and said, "Take me to Johannesburg and book a seat for me in the best restaurant."

"Okay, Mr. Bai".

"Hell, my name is Bai Ghost, but my surname is not Bai. Do you understand me?"

"Understood, Mr. Bai, the restaurant has been booked. You're welcome. In addition, your assistant, Ms. Cheng Haiyao, asked when you can finish your mission and return to Asia."

"Let her wait," Bai Ghost curled his lips, "If I don't complete the mission of your bastard boss, do I dare to go back to Asia?"

As the fighter jet returned to Johannesburg, White Ghost put on a casual suit, stepped off the fighter jet and said, "It won't be long before the fighter jet returns to England."

"Yes, Mr. Bai, it only takes about thirty minutes."

"Then send that bastard named Eric back, lest he wakes up and sees the fighter plane, and I have to silence him."

"clear".

Controlling the fighter plane back to London on Sunday, Bai Ghost got into his Land Rover in a good mood and drove to have a big meal.

Tobin, who walked into the consulate, faced the interrogation with a straight face and an expressionless expression, while thinking about how to escape.

For these people in the consulate, not to mention interrogating Tobin to obtain information, they also got some useful words from him, which made the C1A leader in the United States very angry.

Directly order people to send Tobin to a safe house in Johannesburg to wait for the arrival of more professional interrogation experts.

As for why they were not sent directly to the plane, the people from C1A had already found out at this time that the people on the ninth floor who were killed by White Ghost belonged to the American military.

Under such circumstances, it would be strange for them to dare to ask the military for assistance in transporting Tobin. Furthermore, if they keep Tobin in the consulate, there is also the risk of him being snatched away.

Therefore, a safe house in Johannesburg was immediately activated, and the security officer inside made William, who saw all this after getting up, quickly think of the mercenary who was desperate for money five years ago.

"Ask Carlos the Cross for me. Is this guy from the safe house Colin learning from him, or does he just look exactly the same?"

A minute later, with no answer from Sunday, Cross Carlos' video call request rang.

With a snap of his fingers, the video was connected, and Carlos, who used to kill without blinking an eye, was now holding a baby in the virtual image.

"What are you doing?"

"Hi William, long time no see".

Carlos greeted William with a smile on his face and said to the little guy in his arms, "Rita, this is your Uncle William, can you say hello to him?"

"Ah, woo", the little baby who had just grown two teeth raised his chubby little hand, trying to catch William on the screen.

After the shock, William asked curiously, "Is this Wesley's daughter? Or is it your daughter?"

"Of course she is my daughter," Carlos said naturally. "If it were Wesley's child, do you think he and Fox would be raised by me?"

"Okay, congratulations to you Carlos, and also congratulations to me. Not only have you been promoted a level in seniority, but you have also become an uncle."

"No, no, no", after hearing William's words, Carlos shook his head hastily, "Sorry, I was too excited, you should be Rita's brother."

"It's up to you." William rolled his eyes, "You live in a castle town now?"

"Of course", Carlos nodded with a smile, "Wesley told me that there is no safer place in England than near Devonhill Castle."

After saying that, he hugged Rita and kissed her, then continued with a smile, "Since you have decided to start a family and retire, of course you have to find a safe and stress-free place to live.

And after I came to Castle Town, I applied for the police position in the town."

Small town police?

A super assassin like Cross serves as a police officer? Well, it’s a waste, but it’s also a good thing for the castle.

"Okay, since you have retired, should we prepare a retirement dinner? If you don't mind, I would like to invite your family to the castle."

Hearing William directly admit his retirement, Carlos was greatly relieved and at the same time shook his head and said,

"It's better to wait a few more years. After all, your identity is too eye-catching, and my past is too dark, which can easily cause unnecessary trouble.

When Rita can run and jump, I will take her to the racecourse, so that when you meet, there will be no suspicion."

"Okay, if this little guy likes it, she can choose all the horses in the racecourse except Red Rabbit. Maybe she will become the first equestrian champion in Castle Town in the future."

"Equestrian champion?" Carlos was stunned, and then nodded happily, "Equestrian champion is good, but if you are a track champion, then my heart may not be able to bear it."

"Ka~Los".

The two were laughing and discussing Rita's life plans for her children when they got older, when they heard a female voice coming from outside Carlos' room.

"Sorry, William, it's Rita's mother, please wait for me."

After waiting for ten minutes, I saw Carlos with an embarrassed expression, "Sorry, William, I just changed Rita's diaper, so...".

"Stop, stop, stop", raising his hand to stop Carlos, William said with a smile, "Let's get down to business. Don't expect someone like me, who has never thought about having children, to discuss baby diapers with you."

"Hahaha, okay, let's get down to business." After Carlos laughed, his face returned to its usual calm look.

"Your family was born as a Templar, so you should know about the grudges between the Knights and the Assassin Brotherhood hundreds of years ago, and Colin is the assassin successor I trained."


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