My lover is this organization

"what?"

Qin Wuque, who did not notice the various small movements of the girl in his arms, with the web page interface reflected in his pupils, suddenly raised his eyebrows and made a somewhat surprised sound.

He had previously reactivated the antique order-taking website in the shop he rented. It was originally just a spur-of-the-moment decision on his part. After all, so much time had passed, and he had never thought that anyone would remember the website. However, he did not expect that as soon as he logged into the backend of the website, he would find an envelope-shaped icon flashing in the message bar.

Did anyone actually find this page again and place an order?

startled.

Clicking on the envelope icon, the ID of the person who placed the order was a man called Duke Killard.

What the hell is the Duke?

Qin Wuque had a lot of question marks on his head. In his impression, the duke seemed to be the highest rank among all the titles in European countries.

By the way, why would a duke of a country place an order on such a dirty work website?

But to be honest, nowadays things like online IDs are just for fun. For example, the online IDs of a cousin in his family are all "Male ID: Study Abroad, Female ID: Self-reliance". At first glance, they look like platinum members of the Big Bird Bar, but in fact, they are not.

As for the comments below, they are extremely simple and crude.

Just one sentence - two million US dollars, to kill the target Mira Giulietta Vespaña.

There is also a contact address and a phone number left below.

So, who is this Miss Mira?

Qin Wuque, ignoring the subsequent series of extremely troublesome name suffixes, touched his chin and immediately revealed a subtle expression.

However, Mingmei, who had been lying in his arms without saying a word, suddenly reacted.

"Vesbania? Isn't this the thing in the recent news..."

"Ok?"

Facing Qin Wuque's inquiring gaze, Mingmei frowned and tried hard to recall.

"If I remember correctly, it was on the news two days ago. It said that a backward country in Europe called Vesbania had recently mined a mysterious ore that had never been seen before. It was said to have very powerful effects, but I can't remember what it was specifically. I didn't read it because I wasn't interested."

"Hmm~ It's the name of a country."

Qin Wuque nodded, thoughtfully.

Generally speaking, the only people who can incorporate the name of a country into their surnames are royal families and the like. This practice seems to be quite common in the remaining monarchies in Europe.

But... since he is a royal aristocrat, he should be able to be found with just a search, right?

Thinking of this, Qin Wuque directly googled it.

As the saying goes, you don't know until you search, you'll be surprised. He had just copied a long list of names into the search box when the search results popped up.

Mira Giulietta Vesbania, female, 20 years old, Princess of the Republic of Vesbania. Due to the accidental death of her mother and brother, she is currently the first in line to become the next Queen of the Republic of Vesbania.

hiss--

This tower meow...is going to die.

And looking at the familiar pointed corners in the photo, why does it feel so familiar?

I moved the mouse wheel slightly downward, and then a line of crucial information popped up.

It was written below the line of my deceased mother and brother: Uncle: Kirard Muska Vesbania

Oh boy, it's you!

For a moment, Qin Wuque was dumbfounded.

He thought for a moment, picked up the phone from the table, and began to dial the contact number in the message.

Seeing this, Mingmei knew that what was going on was not something she should be involved in, so she nimbly got up from Qin Wuque's arms, put on the clothes scattered on the ground, left a light kiss on the latter's cheek, and spoke gently.

"Then I'll go prepare lunch~"

"Hmm~"

Qin Wuque also tilted his head and rubbed it in response.

A few seconds later, Mingmei had just walked out of the room when the phone was connected.

A deep middle-aged male voice came from the phone: "Hello."

"Well, hello, hello."

Qin Wuque listened carefully and could not hear any signs of software processing, so he thought it should be the original sound.

So he directly took out the tone of Taobao customer service and said: "It's like this, I saw that you seemed to have placed an order on our website, is that right?"

"Yes."

"Then...didn't you read the ordering rules of our website before placing the order? We clearly state that we will not accept certain types of orders."

"People like you still care about this?"

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have heard some shocking joke, and his tone suddenly became higher.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. Our business is a thousand-year-old brand. Our prices are absolutely fair and we have a professional team. If we say we will take something away today, we will never keep it until tomorrow. Even the God of Hell is not as punctual as us."

Qin Wuque changed the subject.

"But if I'm not mistaken, the person you want to kill should be Princess Mira, the current heir to the throne of the Vesbania Republic and the soon-to-be next queen. If such a target is not handled properly, it will easily cause international disputes, which will cause endless troubles."

"So what exactly are you trying to say?"

"What I want to say is..."

Qin Wuque paused, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

"You have to pay more."

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PS: Well, okay, I can’t update this year. I will have to wait until next year. Happy New Year’s Eve everyone, okay!

Chapter 101 I Kill Myself

"It costs more money. Do you understand?"

Qin Wuque repeated it four times for emphasis.

A full two million dollars.

If it is to buy the life of an ordinary person, then this amount of money is more than enough.

But if the target is some specific important person, such as someone of Suzuki Shiro's level, or even higher, such as someone who is engaged in illegal work and has his own private army, then the two million is totally not enough.

Not to mention assassinating the princess of another country.

For the vast majority of "normal" killers in the world, if they want to carry out a mission of this level, at least half a million out of the two million will be used for purchasing various equipment and travel expenses. If they are forced to buy intelligence on the black market because they can't find anyone, they would be lucky if they could keep half a million in the end.

This is also one of the reasons why Qin Wuque always insisted on using a knife instead of a gun.

Just cut it and leave without any delay. It is clean, environmentally friendly and pollution-free, and it can be reused, so the cost seems to be extremely low.

But low costs don't mean he should make less money.

On the contrary, he not only didn't want to get any less than the point he deserved, he even wanted to double it.

This is a technical job. Do you think it should be rewarded or not?

"Add money... Okay, just tell me an amount and I will judge whether it's appropriate or not." The man on the other end of the phone said after a moment's hesitation.

"Okay." Qin Wuque didn't bother to be polite with him, and said calmly, "I'll just tell you a number, five million US dollars, three million is the deposit, you can transfer it now, and I'll settle the remaining two million with you after the task is completed. I also want your location and a selfie."

"This……"

The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to frown.

"It's fine to transfer the money first, but what do you want my location and selfie for?"

"Nonsense~" Qin Wuque rolled his eyes, "What if I complete the task but you don't admit it? Who can I ask for money then? Taobao requires a deposit because even if the goods arrive, they will first go to the Taobao store. If you don't pay the final payment, they won't ship the goods. I can't kidnap the princess and then make a video call to you, and then I will kill you after you transfer the money to my account. How troublesome would that be?"

"……Too."

The other party seemed to think that it made sense, but at the same time he was a little nervous: "But you won't come to blackmail me after getting the money, right?"

"How is it possible?" Qin Wuque deliberately dragged out his tone. "Although we are killers, we are the most trustworthy. After all, there is a saying that human life is at stake. How can we not be trustworthy in such an important matter? You give me money and I will help you get rid of the disaster. It's that simple. If I could just ignore my credibility and take advantage of both, I would have been included in the must-kill list long ago. Not only would I lose my life, but I would also have no business in the future~"

"OK then."

The man on the other end of the phone seemed to be persuaded by Qin Wuque. Although his tone was still a little hesitant, he finally agreed.

"I can send you the location right away, but the photos may take a while, and..."

"MMS or email is fine. MMS uses my current mobile phone number. Email is at the bottom of my webpage. You can choose whichever is more convenient for you."

Qin Wuque paused and said, "Oh, I almost forgot to mention that in order to avoid fake photos, there are some requirements for the photos. I want you to find a piece of paper and draw on it... just draw a pile of shit, and then take a selfie with the painting and send it to me."

"...Okay, I understand."

After saying that, the other party hung up the phone.

Obviously, his blood pressure has risen slightly, and if he continues talking, he might be in danger of a stroke.

Call ~

Leaning back in his computer chair and letting out a long sigh, Qin Wuque picked up his phone again, swiped away the screen showing the call had ended, clicked on the page storing the call records and was about to make some preparations, but after a quick glance he was stunned.

Lester had helped to fix this phone, and it had an extremely high level of firewall. Theoretically, no hacker in the world could break into it unless they had physical access.

Similarly, it is also effective in preventing phone number blocking.

If the call comes from a number that has been processed so that the number is not displayed, a long string of garbled characters will be left in the call log.

Just send this long string of garbled code to Lester, and with a small tip, he will help translate the original phone number.

However, just as Qin Wuque was about to perform his traditional skills, he suddenly reacted.

Wait, didn’t he just take the initiative to call, and the call was connected quickly.

Does this mean that this number is correct and valid?

hiss~

Judging from the extent of his being so defenseless, I might have met a primitive man this time!

An inexplicable sense of guilt quietly crept up Qin Wuque's back.

So he sent the number to Lester and called him at the same time.

"Wuhu, hahaha! You loser! How dare you confront me! Have a taste of your father Lester's big ass, idiot!"

As soon as the call was connected, all kinds of obscene words came into Qin Wuque's ears through the signal across half the world like a mountain torrent and tsunami, making him subconsciously hold the phone a little further away.

This old fat guy's nature is hard to change. He is arguing with others online for fun again...

Qin Wuque said helplessly: "Hello? Are you there?"

A familiar voice came from the phone. Lester, who was still attacking the Internet a second ago, immediately came to his senses and his tone slowed down to normal: "Uh! Oh, sorry, I'm not talking about you. I'm just referring to those... those people who don't use their brains when speaking on the Internet."

I understand, I understand, you are an old troll...

Qin Wuque said with a smile.

He cleared his throat and said, "Help me, I just sent you that phone number, can you help me check who it is and where the call came from?"

"Oh? Did you send it to me? Let me take a look... ah, I see it, I got it."

There was another burst of frantic keyboard tapping from Lester's side, and after two or three seconds he hummed with accomplishment.

"Hmm~ I found out that it's a guy named Duke Kirard. I know this guy. He is the Duke of the Vesbania Republic, the source of the Vesbania ore that has been making headlines online recently. He is an ambitious guy. It is said that his sister, the queen, and the nephew of the crown prince died in accidents one after another. However, most of the speculations on the Internet believe that the queen and the crown prince died at the hands of this duke."

"It's really him..." Qin Wuque was speechless.

"Why, someone placed an order with you?" Lester was stunned. "I noticed that you recently opened your website again."

"Yes, he asked me to have sex with his niece." Qin Wuque said frankly.

"But I remember you don't accept this kind of order. He is the first in line to the throne of the Queen!" Lester said in surprise.

"Nonsense, of course I can't really do it."

"So, are you planning to do that?"