???“Hey, BOSS! It's your treat tonight!”\????“Yeah, BOSS, just tonight at 12, I'll bring champagne, how about you cover the rest?”\????“Death Knight, you really love doing favors, don't you? How much is that crappy champagne worth! Can you even say that! Right, BOSS?”\????“Big Head, I think you haven't treated anyone yet? And you still have the nerve to talk about me?”\????“Screeeeech——————”\????The people in the car, out of habit, all leaned forward slightly. wＷw.tＸＴ.ＮET\????“Is everyone ready?” A deep voice—steady, experienced, completely different from the others in the car.\????“Of course…” Big Head—a large but extremely agile man—said. He looked about 31 or 32, with a bald head except for a strange square patch of hair in the middle, and a pair of large ears twitching constantly, always catching sounds from all directions. More accurately, he could only say that sentence in his mind just now, because he didn't dare to say it out loud. He knew those eyes were terrifying; even though they were partly covered by wide goggles, the sharp gaze behind them was still unmistakable—like a blade—maybe one day that blade would pierce my heart. Lost in thought, the man in the black long coat suddenly turned toward Big Head. Big Head shivered all over, sweat beads streaming down his forehead. Intradomain* novel website fans manually uploaded, “I did nothing wrong! Why panic!!” Thinking that, he slightly lifted his head and followed that sharp gaze.\????“Big Head, tell everyone the mission objective.”\????“Yes, BOSS. The objectives and action plan for this mission are already on everyone's communication sheets, please check carefully. I…”\????“Big Head, tell everyone the mission objective.” The one called “BOSS” by everyone still commanded in a cold yet authoritative voice.\????Oh my God! What am I even saying! I've made such a basic mistake! Big Head involuntarily lowered his slightly raised head. No small talk, get to the point, don't speak without a point. This is the truth Big Head realized three years ago: when with that freak, you must follow this truth!\????“The target: assassinate researchers at the R.E.X Institute: B.KILL.” Big Head took a breath and said.\????“Ah!” a young blond guy exclaimed.Seeing the boss looking at him, Kim smiled awkwardly: 'I didn't know the target would be him; he's the most promising researcher! I hear he's an SS-level protection personnel.' Kim's voice grew softer and softer. He knew this was none of his business, indeed…
'You seem very concerned about him.' The black-clad man's gaze locked on Kim mercilessly.
'Sorry, BOOS.' Kim knew that within the core team, the black-clad man had plenty of reason to suspect him—a rookie—and those who were suspected often faced being shot without reason… Every step here had to be taken with extreme caution—become mute when you shouldn't speak, sometimes even act deaf. Every word BOOS said carried meaning, and he was likely testing him. Kim's judgment was correct. The black-clad man indeed had things he hadn't shared with his squad. As a seasoned operative, he trusted his own judgment—born from his intuition, which could tell him who the informant was, the traitor hiding within the core team. But until the right moment arrived, every mistake risked alerting the enemy, so for now, he only needed to continue completing the mission and let the traitor slip up—nothing more.
Cobra, one of the five members of the core team, also clearly sensed the countless traps embedded in BOOS's seemingly casual words. The rookie's decisive choice to apologize and end the conversation was undoubtedly his best option; the more he tried to explain himself, the more loopholes he would leave behind. Cobra keenly felt that this mission might have another layer of intrigue! In this team, compared to the other three aside from BOOS, Cobra appeared a bit steadier and more experienced, having joined this team following BOOS earlier than the others.
At that moment, Death Rider sat in the back row, fiddling with his modified Desert Eagle pistol. He acted relaxed, pretending it didn't concern him. Relaxed, relaxed… It's fine… Death Rider kept telling himself over and over. By acting dumb and showing apparent ignorance, Death Rider had repeatedly evaded BOOS's suspicion. His earlier conversation with Big Head proved this well. Death Rider was Asian, with jet-black hair combed back, curling beautifully in a small wave at the nape of his neck.The man in black withdrew his gaze and turned to face everyone: 'Kim, come with me to carry out the mission. Big Head, Death Knight, you lead the team and set up around the research institute just in case. Cobra, you're responsible for our extraction. If necessary, I authorize you to directly snipe the enemy without waiting for me.'
After hearing the man in black, everyone was slightly surprised. The BOSS was actually letting that rookie go in with him. That kid hardly had any experience! Big Head was even more astonished: 'But, BOSS, B. KILL is after all an SS-level protected person. Are you really going in like this to assassinate him?'
The man in black was slightly taken aback after hearing this, then smiled at Big Head and said two words: 'Yes.'
