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Suicide Squad.

This is not a slogan, but the name of a mercenary organization, which is famous throughout the mercenary world for specializing in performing high-risk, difficult, and high-reward tasks.

Such mercenary organizations are very common in the Western world, especially in the United States and Britain. The size of their mercenaries is almost equivalent to the number of people in the killer world.

The status of the Suicide Squad in the mercenary world is almost equivalent to King's status in the killer circle.

Moreover, the Suicide Squad also has a certain relationship with the federal government.

When the federal government wants to go to a certain place to overthrow the political power of a certain place, but does not want to be criticized, at this time, it will be packaged and distributed to mercenary agencies, and death squads are usually their first choice.

Hawke has no dealings with the Suicide Squad, but as an arms dealer, Seve has dealt with the Suicide Squad overseas.

Just in time, when Hawke called, Seve contacted him and found out that the Suicide Squad happened to be working in London, so he simply sent an expedited order.

soon.

When the members of the death squad drove a helicopter, performing difficult evasive maneuvers in the sky outside London, and then shook off the police helicopter following closely, they landed steadily outside London as agreed.

in an abandoned suburban airport.

not far away.

Seve's flying fortress has landed and has been waiting on the ground for a long time.

The boss of the Suicide Squad, Barney Ross, took off the hood he wore on his face, opened the door of the helicopter, and said to his companions behind him: "I'm going to make friends with you on Christmas Day."

Christmas, who was sitting in the back, didn't say anything. He nodded, opened the cabin door, and got off the plane with Queenie Xiao who didn't offer any resistance.

When Queenie Shaw was transferred from the prison to the plane, she remained silent and her expression seemed very calm, as if she was not worried about what would happen to her at all.

There are already two female assassins waiting at the entrance of Seve's Sky Fortress.

Barney Ross walked straight over with Christmas and Queenie Shaw, pointed at Queenie Shaw who was following behind, and looked at the two female killers: "The goods have arrived."

The female killer raised a device in her hand, turned on the light, and took a photo of Queenie Shaw.

soon.

Queenie Shaw's profile in the Metropolitan Police appeared on the device.

"That's right."

"is her."

After the two female killers identified themselves, another female killer stepped off the plane and directly brought Queenie Shaw, who was beside Christmas, onto the plane.

"The balance of the commission has been paid."

"Thanks."

Barney Ross took out his mobile phone, looked at the amount of money received, and smiled.

Seve's flying fortress took off vertically, and after rising to a certain height, it disappeared directly from the sight of Barney Ross and Christmas.

The two of them also turned around and walked back towards their helicopter.

"Barney, what does Seve want with this Queenie Shaw?"

"I don't know, I don't care. She gives her money and we do the work. This is what we mercenaries need to do."

"All right."

Christmas shrugged, and he just asked casually. Although Queenie Shaw was also a figure in the streets of London, compared with the Sever organization, he had no relationship at all.

After all, the rank is placed there.

On the Sky Fortress.

Queenie Xiao, who was sent to the Sky Fortress, lowered her head and looked at the female killer who had removed the shackles from her hands and feet, and then looked at the layout on the plane that looked like a hacker operations center.

strangeness.

Why would the Seifer organization come looking for me?

After Queenie Xiao was freed from the handcuffs, she moved her wrists and looked around, thinking curiously.

at this time.

Sever came out from behind: "Hello, Mrs. Xiao."

Queenie Xiao looked at Seve and understood that the real owner had come out. He said with a smile: "Just call me Queenie. You are..."

Sever smiled and walked to sit opposite Queenie Shaw.

"Sev."

"..."

Queenie Xiao looked at the heroic Seifer sitting opposite with some surprise: "I thought Seifer was an organization."

Seve said with a smile: "Others think so too, which is good, isn't it? Rather than letting those stinky men outside know that Seve is a woman, causing their inexplicable vanity to explode, it's better to let them know that Seve

It's an organization, at least the latter is more acceptable to them, don't you think?"

Queenie Shaw nodded.

Feel the same.

Even in the dark world, if women want to obtain a higher status, they still need to pay more than men, and sometimes they may not even be able to obtain it.

Such as King.

If King were a woman, the killer world would never give King the throne of one of the Big Three. They would definitely find various reasons to prove that King is not worthy of being one of the Big Three.

Seve said this, and then looked at Queenie Xiao's expression with some curiosity.

"Queenie, aren't you curious?"

"Is curiosity useful?"

Queenie Shaw looked up at Seve, his expression still very calm: "You hired the famous death squad to rescue me from prison. There must be something that needs me. If I wasn't curious, wouldn't you?

If you don’t tell me, or if I’m not curious, can you let me go?”

Seve shook his head and said: "No, you are not what I want. I am also entrusted by others."

Queenie Shaw frowned and looked at Seve.

Seve raised his wrist, looked at the time on his watch, and looked up at Queenie Shaw: "You take a rest first, we will land in about two hours."

Finished.

Seve got up and left, leaving room for Queenie Shaw to take a good rest. After all, a good rest would prevent Queenie Shaw's memory from blurring later.

The distance from London to New York City is about 5,600 kilometers, and a typical civilian flight takes seven hours.

but……

Seve's flying fortress is blessed with money power and super technology, which can compress the flight time to less than two hours.

Two hours later.

Twelve o'clock in the evening in New York City.

Hawke, who was leaning against the body of his Audi A8 and smoking a cigarette while standing at a suburban airport in New Jersey, felt movement and looked up into the dark sky.

Enter the eyes.

The Sky Fortress poked out from the clouds, and then, under Hawke's gaze, slowly dropped in height, stretched out its landing gear, and fell steadily toward the ground.

A thud.

The landing gear touched the ground, and the fuselage shook up and down like a pressed spring.

The cabin door opens.

Hawke dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, put on his sunglasses, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the open cabin door.

"Good evening."

"Good evening, Sever."

Hawke hugged Seve who was waiting for the cabin door. After letting go of the hug, he got straight to the point: "Where are the people?"

Sever pointed: "Inside."

Hawke nodded and raised his feet to walk inside.

Seve spoke up.

"Can I sit in?"

"It doesn't matter."

Hawke said this without looking back. If he didn't want Seve to know, he wouldn't have asked Seve to help him bring Queenie Shaw from London to New York City.

Queenie Shaw, who was sitting in a chair with her eyes closed to relax, heard the footsteps, opened her eyes, and then saw Hawke walking in from outside wearing sunglasses.

Hawke looked at Queenie Shaw and took off the sunglasses on his face.

The next second.
To be continued...