A swift and decisive victory in the early stages, a post-apocalyptic survival story in America!

Miles sat behind his desk, rubbing his temples incessantly.

The person who issued the kill order is clearly a master.

Once the kill order was issued, the waters were completely stirred up.

The assassins he hired naturally dared not show their faces again, so the plan to suppress the outside world and promote internal unity would not work.

Besides myself, there were others who used this gimmick to double-cross me. Before I could even investigate, this incident happened.

His original plan to frame the Blood Gang was interrupted before it could be implemented, leaving him feeling extremely frustrated.

Now, two murders have occurred almost simultaneously against the owners of red Chevrolet Impalas. Clearly, innocent civilians have been killed, and this incident has thoroughly alarmed the police.

Normally, when gang members are shot and killed, the police turn a blind eye. As long as no innocent civilians are injured, the police will not pay any attention and will usually just classify it as a gang revenge killing and close the case hastily.

But someone wanted to muddy the waters. A group of people had previously used similar methods to commit crimes, not only taking down gangsters but also innocent witnesses.

This single case has already drawn considerable attention from the police, and now two more murders have occurred, both victims being wealthy individuals…

This is troublesome.

You're playing chess, and others are playing chess too; you might even end up being someone else's pawn...

Miles was somewhat frustrated and helpless.

A software window flashed on the laptop.

Miles opened the software window, and a message caught his eye.

"Boss, things are getting tense right now, and we can't complete the next four orders. As agreed, please pay the balance for the six completed orders. I'll arrange for someone to take the blame and then disappear completely, leaving you with no trouble."

Miles, growing impatient, began typing: "Our agreement was to carry out ten such operations, and you've only done six. How can you expect me to pay the balance?"

There was silence on the other end for a long time, so Miles typed again: "Paying is out of the question, you have to do ten!"

The message came back quickly: "Are you sure you want to renege on a debt with a professional hitman?"

Miles was taken aback, remained silent for a long time, then changed his tone: "I didn't intend to renege on the agreement; it was you who broke the agreement first!"

"Boss, I haven't broken the agreement. Our agreement has always been to complete this task without endangering myself. But as you know, now that a kill order has been issued, I have no chance to make a move."

Miles pondered for a moment, then another message came through: "Or we could do this: you designate four people, and I'll carry them out. We'll still use the 8-inch Python revolver, but we can't drive the red Chevrolet Impala anymore."

That's a decent compromise.

Although he wasn't afraid, Miles didn't want to be targeted by a professional assassin, so he immediately replied, "Okay, that's settled. Take out four more people for me, and I'll pay you the balance!"

"It's a deal, boss."

……

……

On the other end of the dark web, a sophisticated and sexy young woman unplugged a USB drive from her computer, tugged at the collar of her red trench coat to cover her face, and left the coffee shop.

She walked through the shadows of the building in the afternoon and blended into the crowd. After walking a hundred meters, she suddenly turned back and walked another fifty meters before turning into a shopping mall.

A short while later, a middle-aged woman dressed smartly but with a somewhat plump figure walked out of the mall, carrying more than a dozen shopping bags of various sizes, and rejoined the crowd.

Soon, the woman reappeared at a bookstore with internet access, ordered a coffee, sat down at the computer, plugged in a USB drive, logged into an account, and sent a message.

"Please look up information on these four people for me, and I need to be quick."

Soon, the other side replied: "Ten thousand dollars per line."

"make a deal."

Before I could even finish my coffee, a message came in: "Everything I could find is here. Including what I had before, you can pay me one Bitcoin now."

The woman used the software to place an order, and soon, one Bitcoin was deducted from her account.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you. Welcome to visit again next time."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and got up to leave the bookstore.

On the way, she entered a shopping mall, and half an hour later, an old, decrepit white man appeared on the street.

After walking for a while, the old man seemed to have exhausted all his life force and sat down to rest in a dimly lit passage.

After a while, he returned the way he came and got into an unremarkable old blue Ford Fiesta parked by the roadside.

Sitting in the car, the old man's back was no longer hunched, his body no longer trembled, his eyes regained their sharpness, and his hands regained their steadiness.

The carnival left the city and entered the highway leading to the countryside.

Inside the Fiesta, a thin, freckled middle-aged man glanced at the USB drive on the passenger seat, his gaze deep and resolute.

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After finishing Lola's makeup, Richie took the hand of "Rose Stern" and drove the impala out of the garage, leaving the Thomson mansion.

Despite being covered in dust for many days, the red impala still catches the eye.

Because of her makeup, Lola's complexion wasn't great, but like the car, she quickly attracted the attention of passersby.

Li Qi followed behind in his Dodge, his expression blank, just as usual.

Passing by the security booth, Lola greeted everyone as usual and gave them tips, but said regretfully, "I probably won't be coming again. If you have pets that need veterinary care, you can come to my shop and I'll give you a 50% discount!"

Several security guards looked at her and the black antelope with strange expressions, their suspicions undisguised.

The two drove away, with Li Qi leading the way and taking Lola into the nearest modification shop for the Impala.

The owner of the modification shop's eyes lit up when he saw the car.

But when he saw that Lola was the driver, he abandoned his idea of ​​selling the clues for money.

"Change the color," Li Qi ordered the boss directly, ignoring his thoughts.

"Are you going to change the paint?" The boss wasn't surprised at all.

How long does it take to repaint a car?

"Three days."

"Fine, let's get a screen protector applied! Change the color, as soon as possible, I don't care about the workmanship!"

"Well... there are a lot of cars ahead of us, there's nothing we can do—"

Li Qi simply tossed a wad of US dollars over: "Cut in line, work overtime."

The boss immediately changed the subject: "No problem! Meeting the needs of our customers is our mission!"

In less than an hour, a black Chevrolet Impala was finished. The wrapping was rough, but the efficiency was impressive.

"Honey, follow me in your car, but don't get too close." Li Qi was worried. Even if the color was changed, there would still be people eyeing the car, changing the color again, making some arrangements, and then exchanging it for a bounty on the dark web.

Once on the blackbuck, Li Qi removed his makeup while driving, revealing his true appearance.

Not far behind them was Lola's Dodge pickup truck.

Further away, a silver-gray Toyota sedan had been following the two of them all the way.

Li Qi picked up his phone: "Honey, turn right at the next intersection, park anywhere, and wait for my call."

Lola didn't know what Richard was going to do, but after spending so many days together, she trusted this man who was both mentally strong and physically powerful without reservation.

"Okay, darling, be careful, love you!" Lola drove the Dodge away from the rearview mirror.

The Toyota sedan didn't leave the main road and continued to follow behind.

Li Qi breathed a sigh of relief; he didn't want to involve Lola in this matter.

You son of a bitch, you're asking for it, so don't blame me for being ruthless.