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Chapter 242 Calculation

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    As the remaining security guards fell under the fat man's gun, the last security guard guarding the door put down his gun. He raised his hand and looked at the fat man nervously, "You don't have to do this, I don't want to."  Death, I still have my family.¡±

    The fat man put away the Remington shotgun and said calmly, "You don't have to do this, because I have no bullets. But you still saved your own life and got out of the way."

    "You can't get in. This is the best safe house. It has a fingerprint recognition lock. No one except the twelve board members can get in. Not even us." The security guard said with difficulty.

    Who knew that the fat man didn¡¯t seem to hear him at all, and walked straight over, took off his tactical gloves, and put one hand on the fingerprint recognition lock.  The computer immediately scanned and began to search for the corresponding person based on his entire palmprint.  Eventually it settled on a prominent location.

    Name:?  gender:?  age:?

    After these three question marks, there is an eye-catching position: the second seat on the board of directors.

    The security guard almost stared out of his eyes. This fat man with an unattractive appearance and a bloated figure turned out to be the second-largest person in Morning Star Company.  The second seat on a company's board of directors.

    I have never seen this second director in a long time.  No one knows who he is, no one knows whether he is a boy or a girl, tall or short.  He also never attended any board meetings or activities, but no matter what Morningstar's twelve-seat board of directors wanted to discuss, there would always be a chair that no one ever sat on.

    This is the rule. Even a person as powerful as Silver Wolf Michelle can only sit in the third seat according to the rules, leaving the second seat vacant.  Because in their eyes, this mysterious figure must be respected by them regardless of whether he is present or not.

    The door to the safe house opened, and the fat man walked in. He looked at the general in the wheelchair and said calmly, "Long time no see."

    "That's true. I thought that the code for the 'secret sauce' we agreed on might never be used. Unexpectedly, I still used it during the best period of my life." The general sighed.

    "I'll take you out." The fat man looked at him and said.

    "I didn't ask you to come here just to save me." The general said slowly. "If I were thirty years younger, I wouldn't need you to save me. But now, even you can't save me. What I need is  Oxygen, expensive drugs, excruciating chemotherapy. So if you take me out now, you're just going to kill me. You're not going to save me."

    "But in that case, why did you bring me this promised signal?" The fat man looked at him and said.

    "Because things are becoming more and more dangerous, I can no longer control Morningstar Company. So I can't let you continue to be free. I must expose you to Joe." The general said slowly.  "This way he will think you are a real threat and must get rid of you."

    "Is this what you want to do? To plot against me again when you are about to die?" the fat man said with a bitter smile.

    The general shook his head and said, "We all know that he can't kill you. And I also know that you won't make a move without forcing you to a corner. Now that your identity has been exposed, you can no longer live a peaceful life like before.  . If you want to survive, the most important thing now is to run away and find Silver Wolf. Maybe he will have a way to solve this crisis."

    "You know, old ghost, I even wanted to save you." The fat man shook his head and said, "But now I can't help but want to kill you with one shot."

    "I understand." The old general sighed.

    "Then what should you do?" The fat man looked at the general and asked.

    The general shook his head, "I can't leave, and I don't need to leave. At least at this stage, I am still the person they fear. Joe doesn't dare to do anything to me yet. Besides, I am so sick that I have only one breath left, so I can't be killed.  Killing me actually doesn't make much difference. But they will never let you go because you have the ability. You and Silver Wolf are both targets they want to deal with."

    "So you didn't want to escape at all, but you asked me to rescue you. The purpose was just to expose myself to me." The fat man was a little angry.

    "Yes, I have to create some trouble for them and distract them from the Silver Wolf. This will be good for both of you." The general said calmly.

    "Hell, I have been retired for twelve years. In the past twelve years, what I have dealt with is not machine guns but chicken legs. I am just a fried chicken seller in a small fast food restaurant, an extremely ordinary little boss. In addition, my  My waist has grown five inches and my weight has increased by fifteen kilograms." The fat man said angrily, "I am no longer the kind of warrior you are looking for."

    "But you still fought here alone, scaring the guards outside so much that they knelt down and begged for mercy. This is the headquarters of Morningstar Military Security Company, and no one canDo you know what this means?  So Joe will definitely view you as a threat, and he will hunt you down at all costs.  In order to survive, you can only cooperate with Silver Wolf and get rid of Joe.  "The general smiled slightly and said, "It's a very simple trick to kill someone with a borrowed knife. Even when Qiao died, he might not be able to realize that I was actually the one who really killed him.  "

    "You are still so cold and confident that it makes me sick." The fat man said coldly.

    "You have never agreed with me, which is why you have not attended a single board meeting since the establishment of the company." The general glared at him, "But you have also seen that even if you are not here, I will still run the entire Morning Star Company.  Became the world's top military company."

    "Yes, you did it. But I also fulfilled my promise to you, saving you once when you were in the most danger. Unfortunately, you don't need it. Now we don't owe each other anything." The fat man sneered and threw it away.  Gun in hand.

    "You don't owe me anymore, but you still owe others! Those comrades who have shed blood and lost their lives for you. They are all relying on Morningstar Company. Once the company is gone, do you think the fate of them and their families will be  How is it?" the general sneered.

    The fat man was silent for a few minutes, then turned around and said, "Where is Silver Wolf? Such a big thing happened. He didn't even show up?"

    "Qiao's news was sealed very well. He started planning very early and implemented it very carefully. Silver Wolf still doesn't know what happened, especially since he is still in Africa." The general said lightly.

    "Africa?" the fat man frowned.

    "Yes, Africa, and your best friend back then, Black Panther Gulei." The general said calmly, "He is now the director of the African Division."

    "Damn, this guy is still alive. I thought he would never get out of Guantš¢namo Prison alive." The fat man said with some surprise.

    The general looked at his watch and said, "Go find them. You have five minutes to leave."

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