Chapter 483 The King Who Was Once a Mercenary, His Professor's Identity Is Exposed

In an abandoned unfinished building in Brooklyn, New York.

Rennie, wearing a black tight combat uniform, with a cigar worth a thousand dollars in his mouth, looked at the slowly rising sun.

And behind him.

There were eleven serious-looking men wearing various clothes and different skin colors.

But the same thing was... the eyes of these eleven men were extremely cold and numb, with various scars all over their bodies, as if they had long been accustomed to the state of hanging by a thread.

At present, they did not ask or make any noise, but quietly sorted out the advanced weapons in their hands and the necessary equipment for the action later.

Obviously.

These eleven people... are the killer team controlled by Rennie.

Most of them were mercenaries who survived and retired from the Middle East battlefield, which was like a meat grinder.

And a few of them were originally professional killers, and were invited by Rennie to join his killer team.

"Tap-tap-tap--"

Just as everyone was sorting out their equipment.

A clear sound of footsteps came from the stairs of the unfinished building.

Three seconds later.

A handsome man in a tights, like a ballet dancer, with long blond hair, walked quickly behind the crowd.

As if he had rushed all the way here, he was holding his knees and panting, complaining.

"King."

"I have suggested it to you several times."

"Change to a slightly better... a better base camp. Every time I climb to this 15-story unfinished building, I really lose half my life."

Hearing the handsome man's words.

A sturdy black man leaning against the wall, wiping a heavy sniper rifle, snorted indignantly and mocked.

"Dancer."

"If I were you, I should shut up at this time instead of saying such stupid things that waste time."

"You should be glad... This time you are on time again. If you are one minute late, I will hit you hard with my fist."

"Let you understand that as a professional killer, punctuality is the most important quality."

The voice fell.

The handsome man, codenamed Dancer, who was originally joking and complaining, suddenly had sharp eyes that seemed tired, and his chest, which was originally panting and rising, immediately calmed down.

Like a cold venomous snake, he squinted at the sturdy black man leaning against the wall and said viciously.

"Hyena."

"You should be glad that it's you."

"If you were my assassination target, I would have a hundred ways to hang your head on the Manhattan Bridge, understand?"

"To be honest, with your assassination skills, you are not even worthy of carrying my shoes, understand?"

As soon as these words came out.

The black man, codenamed Hyena, exhaled heavily from his nose, stared at the dancer with wide eyes.

When the two of them disliked each other and seemed to be about to fight in the next second.

Rennie threw the cigar in his hand to the ground, crushed it lightly with his feet, turned his head and said without question.

"This mission is very important and dangerous."

"I hope you two can put your damn energy into the next mission instead of talking nonsense here."

"If you dare to fail this mission, I will twist your heads off with my own hands without anyone else's help, understand?"

After hearing what Reni said.

The dancer and the hyena, who were on the verge of a fight, looked away immediately and stopped saying anything harsh.

Reni sorted out his thoughts and then gave a simple but precise order.

"Rattlesnake is dead."

"So our killer team currently has twelve members. This mission will be divided into two teams, and all members will be dispatched."

"The first team will be led by the dancer, and take the other five members to find the professional killers who came to New York City."

"Use your most cruel means to kill them, and record the screen in real time."

"Once you find and kill a professional killer, send me the video immediately. If I say stop, continue to repeat this task."

"There are many professional killers in New York City at present. Remember... Don't give me any accidents, don't let me down."

This order made the dancer lick his dry lips immediately, his eyes flashing with a ferocious light, and replied.

"Don't worry, Boss Rennie."

"I am best at killing my colleagues. In this special mission, I can definitely get a full score."

Rennie did not respond to the dancer's words, and continued without hesitation.

"The other team is led by Hyena."

"The target is all the senior executives of the Morgan Consortium. Monitor, track, and kill. These six words are your mission requirements."

"Find out the senior executives of the Morgan Consortium and find a suitable opportunity to kill them."

"The time limit is the same as the dancer's mission. As long as I don't say to stop, just keep doing it."

After hearing this.

Hyena nodded vigorously, indicating that he understood the mission requirements this time.

Then Rennie looked around at everyone present, and said sharply with extremely serious and unquestionable words.

"There is no chance of failure and starting over in this mission."

"Either complete the mission or go to see God, but remember...no matter what happens, you must not reveal any internal information of the team."

"Immediately, start the action."

......

Two hours after Rennie gave the order.

In the heavy off-road vehicle in the remote park, Su Ming woke up on his own without the need for an alarm.

Three hours of deep sleep swept away the fatigue in his mind, enough to cope with a series of subsequent actions today.

After waking up.

Su Ming did not rush to leave the park, but took out compressed biscuits and water from the back seat, munched on them to satisfy his hunger, and took out his mobile phone to open the underground killer dark web.

There were hundreds of private messages, almost full.

It was obvious.

After he released the information about the poker organization yesterday, those professional killers were obviously even crazier.

Clicked on the nearest private message.

It was found that the content was not about the information about the poker organization, but asked whether the reward was true or not.

Su Ming did not even think of answering, and immediately closed the page.

Any professional killer with some experience would not doubt the authenticity of the reward when seeing the four big words "Morgan Consortium".

Then clicked on the next one.

The content was still worthless, and there was even obvious fabrication in it.

Su Ming also had a certain estimate of this situation. Faced with such a huge reward, there would be many professional killers who would try to get five million dollars with fabricated false information.

In order not to waste time on such fabricated information, Su Ming also had his own ideas.

Under the temptation of five million dollars, those professional killers who were sure they had the information would definitely worry about not getting the money and the information being ignored, and would definitely send multiple messages repeatedly.

In this case, you only need to judge which dialog box has the most private messages, and there is a high probability of finding the real information.

Just as Su Ming kept scrolling down to check.

A user nicknamed Poison Bee instantly attracted his attention.

Because this Poison Bee sent him nearly sixty messages, basically every five minutes.

Immediately open the dialog box, and a piece of information repeated dozens of times instantly came into view.

[The king of the poker organization, who had been a mercenary in the Middle East battlefield for three years, codenamed Lion King, many of his killer team members were once his mercenary comrades. 】

This special information made Su Ming narrow his eyes quickly.

Su Ming has always been curious about how the poker organization was able to recruit so many mercenaries.

Now, through this information, the question that puzzled Su Ming seems to have been answered.

But this information still needs to be verified. Su Ming did not immediately offer a reward of 5 million, but replied in the dialog box.

[Give me some time to verify, as long as the information is correct, I will offer a reward]

Su Ming was not in a hurry to verify, but continued to check other private messages.

Read carefully.

Another private message from a user nicknamed "The Last Supper" that was repeated five times made Su Ming curious.

Click on the dialog box.

This professional killer codenamed "The Last Supper" also repeated the same information five times.

But the specific content made Su Ming squint his eyes immediately, and then became serious.

[I am K's classmate. He used to be a computer science student at Harvard University and won many international programming competitions. However, he dropped out of school for unknown reasons. I heard that he received an invitation from a professor at a certain school to build a special company that could change the world.]