Chapter 441 Pick up two drowned rats

Fushan Pier.

On the stone platform near the docking port, a dark-haired man wearing European aristocratic clothing sat on the edge of the platform, raising his head and basking in the warm sunshine.

He was wet all over, and even his hair was dripping with water.

"The weather is really nice today~ah! Bah-fuck, why is this water so salty!"

He opened his mouth, and the water dripping from his hair entered his mouth without any hindrance, and then a bitter salty smell made him choke.

Next to him stood a man who was dressed similarly to him, except that he had blond hair. He was untying his combed hair and wringing it out. He said expressionlessly: "As we all know, sea water is salty.

pull."

"...I said Anbu, don't be so resentful. A plane crash is a small probability event. I didn't expect it to fall suddenly..."

"Stop quibbling Stella, if you hadn't changed the course without authorization, we wouldn't have encountered a strong convective storm at all, and we wouldn't have been in such a mess now as the plane crashed and drifted over and encountered a typhoon."

The two of them were Angostela and Underberg who were sent by the unscrupulous boss to usurp... more troops.

After Anderborg finished a long list of words indifferently, he reached out and nodded to his teammate: "To sum up... you will be fully responsible for the loss of the crash."

"...Hiss, Anbu, we are born and die together..." Angostela smacked her lips.

But before he could finish speaking, Anderborg took out a pile of wet paper from his wet pocket and threw it on Angostela's face, shutting her up physically, and then made a cold expression.

Said: "This is the meal you owe me this year, you have to make up for it together."

Angostela opened her mouth and looked at Anderburg with an outrageous look: "Hey, Anbu! When is it? You won't still be cherishing these things when you jump off the plane, right?"

Anderberg didn't say anything, but glanced at him incredulously.

Just kidding, of course these things are important...

If your life is gone, you will still have it in the next life, but if your money is gone, it is really gone.

These IOUs are proof of money. Only with IOUs can my unscrupulous teammate repay the money. Only by repaying the money can the quality of his food for the next year be guaranteed. Of course, it needs to be kept carefully.

Angostela opened the IOUs that belonged to her, and when she saw the numbers and signatures on them that had been preserved completely by Anderberg in some way, the corner of her mouth twitched weakly twice.

I never expected that these things would still be left after the plane crashed...

He is worthy of being his teammate.

Facing Angostela's strange gaze, Anderborg just calmly snatched his precious IOU from the other party, fearing that the other party would tear it up and deny it...

"Tsk tsk... Anbu, you should have some trust in me." Angostela stood up and shook the wet hem of her clothes, looking at Anderburg with some dissatisfaction.

Until he stood up.

A dead body that had previously been covered by his loose clothes was exposed to the sun.

The body still looked fresh and was obviously the work of both of them.

Anderburg watched his teammates kick people into the sea without any trouble in his eyes: "But you didn't pay me back the debt from June to November seven years ago."

"Uh...really?" Angostela looked like I didn't know anything, "Is this happening? Could it be that you remember it wrong?"

Anderberg looked calm: "If you want to see it, the IOU is in the luggage on the transport plane. I can make a trip to get it later."

Angostela: "..."

Why are things so long ago still being stored?

"What did the boss just say?" Anderberg looked at the phone in his teammate's hand.

That's what they just snatched from the dead.

"The boss said he would send someone to pick me up, but he seemed a little unhappy." Angostela said in a lonely tone.

Ah, isn't he the boss's most promising cub?

Anderberg twitched his lips: "Probably because you destroyed a plane."

The crashed plane cost more than 1.5 million pounds, which is almost equivalent to one-tenth of their operational assets, one-two hundredth of the organization's UK distributed liquid assets, and one-thousandth of the organization's total assets...

With such a big loss, it’s natural that the boss would be unhappy, right?

Anderborg took a look at himself, and suddenly felt like his heart was being stabbed - for one and a half million pounds, he would need at least twenty heads to earn it back.

"...This is a problem of the weather, and it's none of my business."

Angostela was quite helpless that his teammates believed that he was responsible for the plane crash.

However, after the topic came to an end, the two of them continued to stare at the sea in a daze, staring at the fish that jumped out of the water from time to time.

After looking at it for a while, Anderberg turned around and continued to twist his hair.

Wet salt water dripped on the ground. Angostela took a few steps to the side and said disgustedly: "Hey, I asked you to get a haircut last time... If you keep it so long, you look like a girl."

"You can't cut your hair now." Anderberg said with a serious look on his face, "I found someone to figure it out. If you cut your hair during this period, it will be a disaster."

"...How old are you and you still believe this?" Angostela curled her lips, "Forget it, come to think of it, where is the person who picked us up? How long has this been going on?"

Anderberg turned his teammate's head 150 degrees without any expression, "Is there a possibility that he has actually arrived?"

Angostela was stunned for a moment, turned his eyes and saw a dark figure.

only……

He narrowed his eyes.

Such long, such bright silver hair...

Gee, it’s really an eyesore.

…

Gin has been wandering around the pier for almost half an hour.

It made him a little irritable.

The unscrupulous boss asked him to pick up someone, but not only did he not tell him whom to pick up, he also didn't tell him which parking area he was picking up...

It was hard for him to just drive in and wander around in broad daylight, for fear of someone popping up and asking who he was.

After walking all the way north, he finally found what seemed to be his target——

Two wet European nobles.

But to be honest, at first glance, Gin didn't realize that these two were the same.

Because they were really embarrassed, like two drowned rats.

It wasn't until he listened attentively to the conversation between the two people that he finally confirmed with a twitching corner of his mouth that these two people should be his.

That is, he only heard about cutting hair. Later, one of them asked the other party about picking them up.

Gin walked over with an indifferent expression, looked at the two faces that looked unfamiliar to him, and said without emotion: "The boss asked me to pick you up, let's go."

"Are you Gin? I've heard of you." The black-haired European man in Gin's eyes grinned, showing a smile that couldn't be called friendly at all, "I heard that you are recognized as the number one killer in the organization, but

I think, from now on..."

Gin raised his eyebrows.

What kind of fuss does this gunpowder-smelling tone sound like?

But just before the person finished speaking, the blond man next to him slapped a pile of wet paper on the other person's face, looked at Gin expressionlessly, and his tone was a hundred times kinder than Angostela:

"Sorry, he's not in his right mind...Long time no see, Gin."
Chapter completed!