He also did not dare to stay for a long time and quickly left this place of right and wrong.

…

"Is it done?"

"Yes, sir, it's done." Gleb said calmly: "One shot is fatal. What I can confirm is that he has no chance of survival."

"You did a good job." Randall looked satisfied: "Do you know who the person you killed was?"

"People from the 'Tissue Paper Project'?" Gleb asked tentatively.

"Yes."

Gleb nodded slightly: "That man's name is Pu Stone. He is an agent of the 'Tissue Paper Project' and is also one of Lieutenant Peter's targets."

Gleb said nothing.

But he discovered one thing: Mr. Randall had another intelligence line besides himself.

Moreover, he must have other ways to obtain information.

One of his legs was broken and he stayed in the hotel all day long. He reported all the outside intelligence to him.

But even he didn't know who Pustone was before, but Randall told him.

But he didn't want to ask.

Smart people know when to speak and when to shut up.

Not everything needs to be asked clearly.

"We have already set this fire." Randall said with a smile: "Now, neither Lieutenant Peter nor those people in the 'Tissue Paper Plan' know what happened. If my guess is correct, they

I'm in a rage. Mr. Gleb, if it's not too much trouble, can you find me a drink?"
Chapter completed!