Two Thousand Two Hundred and Seventy-Seven, This Is It

Opening the container in front of him, the sensor light inside lit up.

This is naturally not an ordinary container. In fact, this container is connected to several containers next to it.

Several containers are gathered together to form a very large room.

And this is a temporary shelter he prepared.

There is food, drinking water, and a lot of weapons and equipment here.

The most important thing is that there are many iron boxes inside, and inside the boxes are dozens of green Franklins.

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Frank had secretly collected all this money from previous missions.

In fact, he could have retired a long time ago. There are millions in cash hidden in this hiding place alone.

And he has arranged more than a dozen such hiding places throughout North America.

Credit cards cannot be used now, but fortunately he has this cash to ensure that his life is worry-free.

He looked around and made sure there was no one following him. He entered the container and closed the door.

First he went to the bathroom and began to change his appearance.

Over the years while working at the Jefferson Institute, he had grown a beard and long hair.

Also, my long hair is greasy and I often don’t wash it.

The reason for maintaining that image is to ensure that something like this will happen one day.

He cut off his long hair and beard, then dyed his hair completely black.

Then he took out the makeup box and started tinkering with his face. He didn't stop until the image of a Latin American mixed-race man appeared in the mirror.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he took a long breath and finally felt relieved.

Then he started to modify the Toyota outside, which was very simple.

It was just putting on car wraps, something he had done often before, so he was very familiar with it.

After a while, the color of the Toyota was changed, and then the license plate was changed.

Back in the container, he had a quick bite and originally wanted to make a call to his immediate boss, Adams.

But after thinking about it, I still suppressed the urge.

Then he started making plans, now that he was being targeted.

Then he had to find out where those people came from. To be honest, it was hard for him to believe that the people in Kalapag dared to make such a big move in his hometown.

It's one thing if they dare to kill John, but it's another thing if they dare to do it to themselves.

Even though he ostensibly works at the Jefferson Institute, no one knows that this institute is inextricably linked to several large intelligence agencies in the country.

It can even be said that they are plug-ins of those institutions...

Taking action against oneself is a provocation against those institutions.

He really didn't believe that those people had the courage to challenge those institutions in the country.

If you think this way, the person behind the attack on you is very likely to be someone else.

He thought for a while, then dialed Johnson's number, and the call was quickly connected.

"Listen, I need your help! Of course I won't let your work go in vain. You can wait for me at XX place tomorrow."

"What if I don't?"

Johnson on the other end of the phone was obviously not willing to get involved in Frank's affairs.

Obviously, today's experience made him shrink back.

Although he is a ruthless person, he is not stupid. Neither his former boss nor Frank, whom he met today, are fuel-efficient.

He could tell this at a glance, even though as a contractor he often licked blood with his knife tip.

But he would rather go to the Middle East or North Africa to perform on-site tasks.

Having participated in such bizarre political struggles in the country, he was reluctant.

Because if you are not careful, you can provoke the wrong people.

So after he went back this afternoon, he thought about it and it didn't seem like he had any interaction with Frank.

"ha,

Don’t refuse in a hurry, I advise you to go to the window of your home first and look out..."

Frank hung up the phone after saying this.

He knew that Johnson was a shrewd person who was tough on the outside but subtle on the inside. As soon as he pointed it out, the other party knew what to do.

If those people also want to attack Johnson.

This Johnson will either be killed or escape, and after he escapes, he will definitely call him.

Just like that, he took out a bottle of whiskey, turned on the TV, watched the football game, and took a sip.

He is waiting...

Sure enough, more than two hours had passed since the game ended.

Just as he was about to go upstairs to sleep, his phone suddenly rang. It was a call from an unknown number.

"Listen, you bastard, I don't know who you are or who you provoked. I don't want to get involved in your affairs. Do you understand?"

Just when he picked up the phone, Johnson's angry yelling came from the other end.

Fortunately, this guy was lucky enough to escape...

A smile appeared on Frank's lips.

As he expected, the gang immediately attacked Johnson.

And with his own reminder, Johnson actually escaped.

As expected of a mercenary, his vigilance is really beyond the comparison of ordinary people.

Moreover, the nickname of these guys is War Hounds, and their combat capabilities are not comparable to those of ordinary special agents in the country.

I believe this guy must have a lot of big guys hidden in his house, probably enough for those people to drink a pot.

"Haha, listen to me Johnson, now that the matter has come to this, it is no longer something you and I can decide!"

"Calm down first. What I want to do now is to find the person behind this matter and bring him out."

"If you are willing to come with me, then you can find me at the address I mentioned tomorrow."

"Why do you start tracking more? I think you have an idea."

"If you really don't want to get involved, then just pretend I didn't say anything and you can do it yourself!"

There was heavy breathing on the other end of the phone, and then Johnson was yelling.

"You bastard, do I have any choice now?"

Fortunately, although this guy has a hot-tempered personality, he is not an idiot.

He also knew that even if he wanted to cut off the relationship now, it would be impossible.

"Okay, then we'll see you tomorrow!"

After Frank finished speaking, he hung up the phone. He didn't want to continue listening to the guy's noise.

Early the next morning, the two met in a restaurant in a rest area on the highway outside the city.

To be honest, Johnson watched it several times and couldn't see where Frank was?

Until Frank, who was sitting in the booth, waved to him.

"Oh my God, is this really you?"

It wasn't until he sat across from him that Johnson recognized Frank after his disguise, and was amazed by his skills.

"No one is following you, right?"

Frank still asked uneasy, and Johnson curled his lips.

"Don't worry, I'm not Brother Chu. I got rid of them last night and replaced my mobile phones with new ones..."

As he said this, the guy also shook the mate50 phone in his hand...

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