Rebirth of the Super Banking System

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April Fool's Day is long past.

Depressing the shock in his heart, Mole shook his head and said: "This is impossible. There is no killer organization in the world that will take over this task. No amount of money will work. This is a rule."

He tried to find the loopholes in the other party's words, and he didn't want to believe that it was true, because unless a country-level force took action, and it had to be a big country, or the killer world would jointly act on them.

Otherwise, the opponent's wishful thinking will not work at all.

And these two situations.

Neither is applicable to the other party.

The soldier smiled, and shook his head and said, "Mr. Mole, these are just miscellaneous fish. We don't need to find them. We have already found someone to do this. It is estimated that the mission will be over in three days. It’s also that you guys were lucky and were not included in the removal list this time."

Seeing the person in front of you doesn’t seem to be a joke, but it’s impossible for the mole to really believe it. Seeing is believing. Now all information is blocked. If you say you want to kill God tomorrow, no one can confirm the truth. Pseudo, he cares about another matter.

"Can we get out again?" Mole asked, frowning.

"It is possible, but unless you can demonstrate the value and the reason for the need to go out, otherwise, life here is actually good. You are not a person who likes to play excitement, are you?" The warrior replied.

"Haha, you really know me." Mole smiled bitterly. He remembered the analysis of his personality in the words he had just heard. This feeling that even his thoughts were seen by others made him very unsuitable.

He is a sane and wise man, especially sensitive to this.

"Knowing the enemy is more important than knowing yourself. This is the law of survival if you want to live long. Now, Mr. Mole, please make your choice, whether to cooperate or we use means." The soldier laughed.

Said the method of use so kindly, which made the mole have a real feeling of cooling air from the bottom of his heart.

This is a terrible person.

Mole thought for a while, then curiously asked: "They will all use the same method?"

"No, you are a smart person, so you will use smart methods. Other people, except flying fish, are not smart people, but ruthless people." The soldier also told the truth, why do you talk so much nonsense with the mole, just He can only be persuaded by reason.

These are also the basic qualities of being a team leader, rationality, judgment, gains and losses, and awareness of current affairs. A team leader without these skills has long been submerged in the long river of history and will not live long.

The Mole didn't expect it either.

This kind of quality suitable for being a captain turned out to be such annoying. Yes, he is indeed as the person in front of him said, rationality, coupled with personality, so that he now has no idea of ​​resisting, but dignity cannot be without.

There was a moment of silence, and the Mole said firmly: "I promised, but you won't be able to win this time. As long as the cold gunner wins me in a one-on-one battle, I will say everything."

As a man, it was done after being shot cold, and he refused to admit defeat.

The soldier said, "Mr. Mole, he has already left, but we can learn from each other."

The Mole was taken aback.

"You? Are you not a civilian?" With a mole's eyes, this man's bargaining ability and persuasive ability are obviously not like a soldier on the front line, but more like a negotiating expert.

"In this kind of place, there are no specialized civilians. I am about the same strength as the one who captured you. I am happy to do it for you. If you win, I won't ask anything." The soldier smiled.

"Yes, let's do it." Mole is right to think about it, civilian? Civilians should also learn how to fight. Alright, that's fine. He needs one last reason to convince himself.

In the way of men.

And the bargaining chips are very good. If you win, you can at least keep your savings. Although you may not spend your life, but even if you die, that's where your strength lies. He has food in his pocket and doesn't panic in his heart. This is his habit.

Mole walked to the open space next to him and made a fighting action. The tables and chairs here were welded to the ground. They could not be used as weapons. The only thing that could be used was his fist.

The soldier stood up and walked across from the mole.

"Please do it."

Soldiers are becoming more and more gentlemen now. Why is that because they have learned some basic etiquette and facial expression training in the special skill training center, but they still can't be used as spies, because the training fee can produce a new spy robot.

The voice just fell.

Mole is no nonsense.

"Drink..." Mole stepped forward, shouted loudly, and punched the soldier.

This punch.

But he used it with all his strength to deal with the opponent without leaving his hands. This is a respect for the opponent.

Faced with the iron fist coming, the soldier still smiled. When the fist was less than ten centimeters away from the face, the soldier moved, and saw his right hand as fast as lightning at an indistinguishable speed from the naked eye.

"Snapped."

A slap slapped Mole's hand away.

After that, the soldier turned sideways at a speed that Mole could not see clearly, took a step back, and kicked the Mole's chest with a sweep, kicking the Mole away.

"Peng..."

"hiss..."

Mole's body hit the ground, feeling the pain in his chest, and took a breath of air.

He felt his internal organs churning a little.

The Mole's eyes were a little dazed at this time, so he was defeated? No, it must have been careless just now, it must have been, this time it definitely won't, so the Mole stood up again.

"Come again..." After a loud shout, the Mole rushed towards the soldier again.

"boom..."

"what..."

"Ahem..."

"hiss..."

After a few minutes.

The Mole lay on the ground like a dead fish again, panting heavily, aching all over, and a bit unable to get up.

His fierce attacks again and again.

Do what you have learned all your life.

It turned out to be a spike again and again.

How can he stand this? He knows his own strength very well. He focuses on all kinds of killing techniques. Even if he fights against the most elite special forces in various countries, he will be the number five to five. Now he encounters a'civilian' in front of him. , Turned out to be without the slightest hope.

He couldn't accept it anyway.

But this is the reality. The opponent can always use his own speed and tricky angle of attack to crack any of his moves, and then it is a blow. From start to finish, he has never touched other people's clothes.

Really lost.

Still lost so badly.

Compared to himself, the person on the opposite side is really cruel, but fast is not broken. This sentence, which I don’t know where I heard, once again echoed in his mind. Fast is really an incomprehensible advantage. .

Endure the pain.

The Mole stood up with difficulty. Looking at the smiling soldier in front of him with a complex expression, after a few seconds, he finally said: "I lost. If you want to know, just ask."

I really don't work hard. . . You don't know what despair is.

He realized it now.

"Thanks for your cooperation."

Subsequently.

Mole really knows everything, and talks endlessly.

The killer also worships the strong. The current situation is that all his hole cards are gone. Now he really believes that the opponent is going to destroy the three killer organizations. Whether it is determination or strength, he believes it.

Because the opposite doesn't need to lie to him.

Remembering that these three killer organizations would all be wiped out by Zero together, and his savings might turn into commissions. Mole felt really ironic. The money he made from the "Poisonous Python" has now become the "Poisonous Python" funeral expenses. .

Ha ha.

Life is really like a play.

I really don’t know who will be hired by Zero to perform this task, or that Zero is a puppet, the spokesperson of a huge power in Burma? Thinking of this, Mole felt that the more he thought about it, the more possible he was. He was not a fool. This possibility was not unavailable, and it was also very high.

but.

Now everything has nothing to do with him, he is just a prisoner.

More than half an hour later.

The inquiry is over.

The Mole confessed everything, not to mention, there is really a lot of valuable information, plus its nearly 10 million U.S. dollars in deposits, it can be described as a small profit.

"Mr. Mole, thank you for your cooperation. Please abide by the rules and regulations here in the future." The soldier stood up and stretched out his hand.

Mole also stretched out his hand, grinning wryly and shook the soldier.

This feels.

How is it like a business deal.

It seems a bit like it.

The other side earned more than ten million U.S. dollars, and he became a pauper. Of course, he was not entirely a pauper, because the other party was only interested in cash, and he still had real estate and valuables worth more than one million U.S. dollars~www. novelmtl.com~ Don't be opposite.

Can be regarded as leaving a little comfort.

"Okay, I would like to take care of you in the future." Mole smiled bitterly. He was a free killer a few hours ago. Now, he has become a prisoner, and his life is reversed so fast, he hasn't had any psychological preparation yet.

"Please come with me," said the soldier.

With that, the soldier walked out, and the Mole quickly followed.

Subsequently.

A few turns.

Under the leadership of this soldier, Mole came to the locker room.

"Mr. Mole, go in for a good bath and change into this suit. Your number is 37. You live in room 37." The soldier handed over two sets of prison uniforms, both inside and outside, and shoes.

Looking at the soldier aside.

Look at the prison uniform in his hand again.

Think of the future life.

The Mole sighed and turned around to take a bath and change clothes.

After the shower.

Changed clothes.

Shaved his hair again.

The Mole was brought to the bottom prison by this soldier. Now Mole really knows that there are really few guards here. This person is not only an interrogation, but seems to do everything.

But when I think of its strength.

He felt that it was enough, the guy in front of him was a real existence that could pick ten, and he could see that the other party didn't use his full strength just now, otherwise, with one move, he would definitely die.

Although the soldier still turned his back to him.

But he did not dare to have the idea of ​​sneak attack.

At the bottom level, he saw the other'inmates', passing by the rooms, Mole found that their eyes were full of light that shouldn't be, not despair and provocation, but curiosity and hope, not tyrannical. .

Are you going to let Lao Tzu pick up soap?

Thought of this.

Mole was agitated, no longer paying attention, and following the soldier without squinting, thinking, Ma De, who dares to see, Lao Tzu castrated him.