Rebirth of the Famous Wife: Li Shao and the Thief

"I have seen a mercenary once."

Black choked and swallowed his saliva, his whole state looked terrified.

"Just four months ago, one of the leaders in charge of these eight major projects was the team leader when I was working on the project."

As his muffled voice slowly stated, the picture began to flow backwards.

It was still winter in South Africa four months ago.

Blake remembers that it was a snowy day and it was extremely cold. He wore a woolen cap and a mink and went to the team leader's house.

After entering the door, he first stomped his feet and shook the snow on his hat. Then he took off the hat. Then he stretched out his hands and rubbed a few times to get fever. Then he looked at the one who was sitting in the living room and concentrated on making tea. Of a middle-aged man.

"Group leader, are you looking for me?" Black asked.

The middle-aged man has a straight face and wears a pair of high-quality glasses, giving people a sense of knowledge and wisdom.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Black, then nodded slightly, "It's so cold, sit down and have some tea."

Blake sat down naturally and smiled openly, "Leader, I heard that you have recently won the honor of a world-class medical scientist. Congratulations."

But the middle-aged man just sneered and looked discouraged, "What can I congratulate? My death date is coming soon, what I should do now is to prepare a coffin for myself in advance, congratulations? Both This word is really ironic."

"Team leader, what do you mean by that?" Black suddenly wondered.

Obviously, he has received the highest honor in the medical field. This should be a very celebration. But the expression of the middle-aged man is so ugly, Blake really doesn't understand.

The smile on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth is very bitter, "Did you not hear about the recent international mercenary organizations?"

"Of course I heard."

Black nodded pretentiously, "This matter has become so big recently that even Interpol has been dispatched, don't you know?"

"But I really don't understand how powerful those international mercenary organizations are? Why even the Interpol has been dispatched, but there is still no way to take them down. Are these people really so difficult?"

Black believes that the assembly camp is already very strong, but if you encounter Interpol, you still have to be polite.

After all, the national laws are there and they must abide by them.

But this time, the people from the international mercenary organization actually ignored the law and made the entire black and white scenes all smoked.

And I heard that in order to prevent this matter from spreading further, the country could only block the news in the end.

This can't help but make people wonder, what exactly does that international mercenary organization do, and why it is so powerful.

At this moment, the middle-aged man pushed his glasses, picked up the first-class Longjing tea that had just been brewed in his hand, and slowly poured the tea into the two celadon cups on the tea table in front of him.

The hot tea steamed, and the middle-aged man's voice was calm and deep, "Blake, these are not the most important."

"There are so many organizations in the world. It's not that there aren't organizations that are stronger than our assembled camp, but we have never worried about this situation for more than a decade.

"Because even if there are those powerful organizations, as long as they don't become our enemies and don't openly oppose us, then no matter how powerful they are, they have nothing to do with us."

"But now, things are different..."

When he said this, the middle-aged man's tone was obviously getting lower and lower, and he could hardly hear his voice, only his low sigh was heard.

Blake is also a wise man. For this reason, how could he not understand the meaning?

"Group leader, what do you mean, this time the international mercenary organization has begun to deal with us?"

"Sigh..." The middle-aged man sighed noncommittal.

Then he lifted his face and looked straight at Black, "My boy, I came to you today to remind you that you must be careful of this international mercenary organization in the future, and don't let them attack you. ."

Black nodded, but he was confused, "Why are they attacking me?"

"You probably don't know yet."

The middle-aged man looked out the window at this time, as if he was remembering something, and said with certainty, "Do you remember that I took you to participate in a project research more than ten years ago?"

"Of course I remember. Otherwise, why would I call you the group leader? When I was doing research with you before, you always treated me best and paid special attention to my cultivation. I still remember your kindness until today. "Blake laughed.

The reason why he would be kind to this group leader was mainly because he had always been taken care of by this middle-aged man during the years when he assembled the camp.

Even if they develop separately in the future, this team leader will still be like a teacher, and when he needs it, he will come out in time to help him resolve the conflicts in his heart.

For people like Blake who have been disabled since childhood, this group leader has already surpassed his relatives.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the middle-aged man's face was very low, "But I think about it now, if I didn't take you to participate in this research together, didn't cultivate you, then it would be great."

"Yep?"

"Group leader, what are you trying to say today?"

Black is becoming more and more unable to understand the words of middle-aged men. She originally thought that coming here today was nothing more than recounting the old and talking about the same things as before.

But today he found that the group leader became very strange, no, not just a habit, even a little weird.

"Group leader, are you okay?" Black couldn't help but ask with concern.

"I'm fine."

The middle-aged man shook his head restrainedly, and then stopped procrastinating, telling the truth to Black, "Just a while ago, the researchers who had participated in the eight major projects had all been given by the International Mercenary Organization... …"

Needless to say the following words, Black has been in the circle for so long, it is impossible not to understand the meaning of the words.

He opened his pupils involuntarily, as if he hadn't reacted for a long time, "Group leader, what are you saying is true?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "Although news has been blocked in the organization, I belong to the top of the organization anyway. Naturally, I know the news accurately."

"But why are they doing this?" Black asked.

The middle-aged man sneered, "I'm afraid you still don't know how rampant they are!"