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Chapter 903 Extra Chapter 1: Descendants of an Ancient Family

East Africa, in an unremarkable little town.

The town is small, and its architecture is relatively backward and poor. Cement buildings are rare, and rows of shacks make up the main part of the town.

It was afternoon, and the weather was extremely hot. Twisted plumes of heat rose from the uneven ground and the winding streets.

However, the town's residents were bustling about on the streets.

...except that what they're busy with might be a little strange.

Passing through the haphazardly nailed iron stakes that form the town's perimeter wall, one enters the town itself. Upon entering, a man dressed in an expensive gray suit that seemed out of place in this area paused slightly, instinctively frowning at the unpleasant odor wafting through the air.

A commotion came from the left side of the road. Turning around, I saw several dark-skinned local residents, dressed in tattered clothes and with ferocious expressions, kicking and hitting a cloth bag on the ground.

The bag was twisted unnaturally, emitting a faint, intermittent humming sound from within; judging from its size, it clearly contained a person.

The men surrounding the bag showed no mercy; one of them even used a nailed wooden stick to repeatedly strike the bag from various angles. Each time the stick struck, a dark stain appeared on the bag's surface, and the bag's reaction grew weaker and weaker.

Soon, the thing went completely still, and the locals immediately turned to the man in the suit, all of them with fierce eyes. The man holding the nail-headed wooden stick was even approaching the fat sheep.

However, the man in the suit just frowned and looked at these people with a hint of disgust, completely unaware that he was being treated as prey.

The native strode closer, his stick already raised high!
The next moment, a dark figure flashed out from behind the man in the suit, moving with unpredictable speed like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, it was behind the natives.

The dark figure reached out and grabbed the native's head from both sides. With a twist of its hands, a crisp "crack" was heard, and the native immediately collapsed limply, with filth gradually seeping out from beneath it.

Upon seeing this, the man in the suit took two steps back in disgust and covered his mouth and nose. Only then did the others realize that the dark figure was a person dressed in full tactical combat gear, who, even in such hot weather, had wrapped himself up completely, not revealing a single inch of skin.

The other natives were stunned by his actions, while the man in the suit looked at him and said with a slightly strange French-accented English, somewhat dissatisfied, "This kind of guy can be taken down simply, why make such a fuss? It's too dirty."

"Stay away from me until you've cleaned yourself up... Agent 3A7."

The agent didn't react much, only nodding: "I'm used to it from past missions... I'll be careful."

The man in the suit was still somewhat dissatisfied, but remembering what he had heard about the past "missions" of the man before him, and looking at the gruesome death of the native on the ground, he swallowed his complaints and instead said:

"Our mission this time is to complete the transaction and make contact with 'those people.' To ensure the mission goes smoothly, we must pay attention to the details."

“Our family has a long and glorious history, and now I have taken over the reins. This business will allow us… In short, this is the most important task of the year, and we absolutely cannot fail!”

He looked at the agent and gave him special instructions: "Our family and your company are prepared to work closely together on this matter, which is why they sent you to assist me. You are exceptionally capable, and as long as you follow my instructions, this mission will definitely be completed successfully."

The agent simply said, "I will complete my mission."

“Very good, let’s go then.” The man in the suit nodded in satisfaction with his performance and then prepared to leave. But before he did, he turned his head and noticed the natives who hadn’t gathered around; they were now secretly moving away into the distance.

"Those guys, we don't know whose dogs they are, but since they've come to cause us trouble, let's just take care of them."

The man said so, and the agent didn't object. Almost instantly, he raised his hand, and the pistol hanging at his side was now in his hand. Without even looking, he fired several shots in quick succession. The natives who tried to escape immediately fell to the ground, without missing a single one.

The continuous gunfire was quite noticeable in the small town, but no resident gave it a second glance, and the natives on the street quickened their pace.

The man in the suit was very satisfied and waved his hand: "Let's go!"

……

Soon, inside the town's only "bar".

It's called a bar, but it's really just a semi-basement where villagers gather to pass the time and engage in a few limited forms of entertainment.

The environment here is extremely bad. Although it's still afternoon, quite a few people have already gathered. Because of the mix of all sorts of people, the air is filled with an odor even stronger than in the town itself, which is unbearable for most people.

Inside this "bar," there was only a dilapidated wooden bar counter. A middle-aged man, dressed slightly more appropriately than the other indigenous residents, sat behind it, leaning back in his chair with a bored expression, seemingly dozing off.

In this environment, the man, with his brow furrowed, squeezed through the crowd of residents, guided by the agents, and arrived at the bar.

Along this short stretch of road, his specially tailored suit, which was neither overly luxurious nor lacking in ancient aristocratic elegance, had already been stained quite a bit.

The man didn't want to stay in this run-down place for another second, so he slammed the token of their meeting—a light blue engraved metal plaque—in front of the bartender.
"I want to see 'Mr. Snake'!"

The bartender didn't even look up, and spoke in extremely awkward English: "There's no one here."

The man frowned and waved the sign again: "Look at this and think about it carefully. I don't have much patience."

The bartender grew impatient: "I told you there's no one here, and I don't recognize this lousy sign! Get out of here! What's a poor wretch like you doing pretending to be rich in a cheap suit?"

The man froze on the spot, then his face flushed red.

Not to mention that his suit was made by a master craftsman, it's just that the bartender was blind and couldn't tell. His noble status as a family with an ancient heritage has always been his pride, but he was mistaken for a fraudster.

The man's voice trembled with rage: "Agent, break all four of this guy's limbs..."

But before he could finish speaking, the agent behind him said, "Sir, we don't have that much time, and I'm not here to play house with you."

The man froze again, this time looking at the agent in disbelief.

However, the agent completely ignored his angry and incredulous look and pointed: "I think the person you're looking for should be over there."

The man looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a man from out of town whose clothes were clearly different from the others in the bar, sitting alone behind a table in the corner.

In the entire bar, there were only a handful of people who had their own booths, and because of his out-of-town appearance, he stood out quite a bit.

Of course, more importantly, the man had already noticed their situation and was raising his glass in a gesture of farewell to them from afar.

“As you said before, this mission is of utmost importance. This bartender really doesn’t seem to know anything about the deal, so let’s go find that person,” the agent said.

man:"……"

After a while.

The out-of-town-looking man touched the two intertwined, twisting snake-shaped carvings on the metal plaque and nodded slightly: "Level 2 Partner...it seems it's you."

As he spoke, he glanced at the man in the suit and asked, "But why did you go to the bartender? Do you think he would recognize this brand?" The man in the suit looked grim but said nothing, and the agents behind him remained silent as well.

Fortunately, the out-of-towner didn't press the matter, only saying, "Alright, let's talk about this deal. Who do you represent?"

Seeing the change in topic, the man in the suit finally relaxed. When the out-of-towner asked about his background, he became even more energetic: "I come from an ancient family with a history no less impressive than Spencer's! I'm here on behalf of my family and another company to seek cooperation..."

Perhaps out of caution, he did not reveal his family name directly, but instead opened his briefcase and handed over a sealed document.

The out-of-towner took the document but didn't open it. He simply checked the packaging format and nodded, "It certainly doesn't look counterfeit. I understand. I'll forward this document to my superiors as soon as possible."

The man in the suit was taken aback: "Aren't you the contact person?"

The outsider replied, "Of course I am. But you don't think that just because you have this sign, you can directly meet those big shots, do you? I'm just a partner."

As he spoke, he revealed a metal plaque with a snake pattern inside his clothes, on which were engraved four intertwined venomous snakes.

The man in the suit understood, but felt even more unacceptable: "I had already extended an invitation to the 'family' through the channels of the ancient nobility. All they sent was this plaque, and then they insisted that I meet them in a place like this, and the person who came wasn't even a member of the 'family'?"

"Simmons, don't go too far... Ugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, the out-of-towner opposite him had somehow produced a sharp dagger and pressed it against his throat, the cold blade immediately slicing through his skin.

The agent 3A7 behind him did not react at all.

The man in the suit immediately swallowed all his words.

The outsider stared into his eyes for a moment before tapping his cheek with the dagger: "Watch your words. Your long-declining ancient family did have some influence in the past, which is why you were able to get a second-level partner title."

"But this is not your ability, but the legacy of your family, and also the respect shown to you by those above."

"If you really don't have the ability, then I don't mind getting rid of you, letting your family find someone else to take charge, and then coming back to negotiate."

“I don’t want to hear any more foul language about the family from your mouth, and I don’t want to hear you call the head of the family by his name.”

"If you understand, blink."

The man in the suit didn't dare to breathe and blinked hard several times before the outsider finally put away his knife.

He sat back down, twirled the dagger in his hand a few times, and then tucked it back into his waistband.

Then the out-of-towner picked up his glass, took a sip, and said, "The drink in front of you is the one I ordered for you earlier. If you're interested, you can try it. If not, then our meeting is over. Please go ahead."

The man in the suit didn't dare to say anything more to him. He hurriedly stood up and said, "I hope you can hand over the documents as soon as possible. I'll take my leave now."

He hurriedly left with his agents. The outsider glanced at his retreating figure, not bothering to hide the disdain in his eyes, and went about his own business, drinking his wine.

After the man in the suit left the bar with the agent, he immediately glared at him angrily.

"That guy attacked me, why didn't you help me? Aren't you so capable? Can't you even stop him?"

The agent said calmly, "I can stop him, but there's no need."

"My task is to ensure the smooth running of this transaction, and secondly, to protect your safety to the extent necessary."

"In other words, if you deliberately cause trouble, I can completely stand by and do nothing. Even..."

As he spoke, he suddenly moved closer to the man in the suit, and a sharp gaze seemed to emanate from behind the red gas mask lens.

“If you do anything foolish like before, such as provoking a level four partner of the family, I might take care of you first.”

"As the partner just said, what matters in this transaction is not you yourself, but your family name, and that is the basis for our company's cooperation with you."

"Even if you unfortunately perish in this mission, your family will immediately elect a new patriarch and then send him to cooperate with us. Do you understand?"

Hearing the agent's unvarnished words, the man in the suit felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't utter a single word.

First it was that outsider, then it was the special agent who was with him.

The two men's words were like merciless hammers, shattering his proud self-esteem as the current head of an ancient noble family.

Even if the man wanted to refute, he knew very well that he had nothing to say.

Not to mention, in this land dominated by violence, he also needed the protection of secret agents to wait unharmed for a reply from his partner.

In the end, the man in the suit could only lower his head: "...I understand. Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble."

The agent nodded: "Okay, thank you for your cooperation."

"Then let's go to the hotel we booked. It can guarantee the most basic safety and living conditions. As long as you don't wander around, I will protect you from being harmed by others."

"……it is good."

This descendant of a fallen noble family and the current head of the household has lost all his arrogance.

He practically followed behind the agent, heading towards the only reasonably nice hotel in town that had been booked in advance.

Although the hotel's accommodations were barely acceptable in his eyes, given his past life of comfort and ease, he had no objections and obediently checked in.

The agent was satisfied that he was so obedient.

After confirming that the man in the suit had rested, he returned to his room on the outside and began his guard duty.

However, when no one was paying attention, he had quietly activated the communication device inside the mask, sending out an extremely secretive call, and received a reply in the blink of an eye.

"...The fact that they're calling at this time means the first step of their mission is complete."

A clear, pleasant female voice came from the communicator and echoed only in Agent 3A7's ears.

"—Thank you for your hard work, Captain."

(End of this chapter)