CHAPTER 1912: CHAPTER 1737: WRAPPING UP

Mexico.

Capital.

In a basement of a slum in Mexico City, three people sit in a circle, smoke swirling around them. Three years ago, they were basking in glory, eating and drinking lavishly, with bundles of cash and women.

After the boss died.

They thought they could make a comeback.

But who knew.

Having taken over the business.

They realized the cost of everything. The most infuriating part was that the boss never revealed where the wealth accumulated over the years was hidden. They searched his residence from top to bottom and only found a couple of coins.

It really was coins.

Three of them.

Each person present got one.

It was the ultimate irony. Later, things got worse; fruit wine caused many to kick the addiction, and markets, whether in the United States or locally, were rapidly shrinking.

The good days.

Were gone for good.

That hatred.

Could neither be erased nor diminished. Cutting off someone’s source of income is an irreconcilable offense, yet they didn’t want to follow in the boss’s footsteps. If only their boss had been killed, it wouldn’t be a big deal; no one would be scared.

However.

Three world-class assassin organizations were wiped out.

That shock.

Remains to this day.

"Is Ling out?"

The leader.

A man missing a finger, softly exhaled smoke and said.

"Yes." The second-in-command nodded.

"This is a good opportunity. He’s always been biding his time, and after last time’s assassination attempt, the security personnel around Ling are extremely vigilant. To this day, it’s not just about killing, even getting close is difficult."

"You go?" The man sneered.

"..."

The second-in-command looked shocked.

Me go?

I’m not an assassin.

"I..."

"Do you have money?"

Another soul-testing question.

Money.

They really didn’t have much. After the boss died, the wealth disappeared, and after several ’dissolutions,’ subordinates took away a lot of cash from several locations, leaving behind a leaky nest.

Truly miserable.

The lucrative industry.

This is not abundant. Now, they could only rely on other businesses to maintain themselves, but it never made as much money as before. The second-in-command had saved some deposits painstakingly, how could he spend it on Ling?

"I mean, he has many enemies."

"Who will take it on?"

"There are always those unafraid of death."

"True."

"You agree?"

Suddenly, the man looked at him as if he was an idiot, "Are you stupid? He has many enemies, so why do we need to pay? Do you think, the posted bounty from before, is just for show?"

All this time.

Awe.

Never dissipated, however, the bounty on Ling has never disappeared either; just no assassin has succeeded. Ever since that incident, the forces have never made a move again, probing is inevitable.

Step by step.

Ling’s life becomes more valuable.

Only.

No one has collected it.

"True."

"But, will they make a move in the next few days?"

"Who knows."

The man took a deep breath.

Whether Ling lived or died, he would earn nothing, so why worry about this? However, he believed there were still many desperate fugitives in the world, and few people’s lives were this valuable without causing serious repercussions.

Smoldering.

Not a great power.

Not strong.

Doesn’t even have decent weapons. The President being assassinated doesn’t cause a huge stir internationally. The most crucial point is that Ling has repeatedly humiliated the United States, and he’s not on their side.

Thus.

Only then do people dare to strike.

Natural time advantage.

Geographical advantage.

Complementary benefits.

Ling not knowing his times is bound to suffer.

...

South America.

Paraguay.

Kovalro Headquarters.

"Released, many hunters."

"Want to take this job?"

"Difficult."

"Ling’s car’s bulletproof capabilities are excellent, making it hard to strike while on the move. Long-range weapons won’t work. If there’s action, it would only be under siege. I’ve heard they don’t have much ammunition."

"A single magazine, eight bullets."

"There aren’t many opportunities on the road."

"But not few either, from the city to the airport, several dozen kilometers, as long as we prepare well, it might not be impossible. The only problem is the US’s response time, the entire action time is very limited."

"Do it?"

"Do... not do it."

The elder muttered to himself.

Kovalro.

Their business is wide-ranging.

Which naturally includes assassinations.

However.

They generally undertake big tasks, assassins often operate alone, while they organize and plan large operations, it’s a different approach. For an individual like Ling, a lone assassin can only watch.

Too few people can’t handle it.

Need quick information.

Ability to clean up.

Otherwise.

It would be a dead end if you proceed. Kovalro’s connections span globally, with exceptional ability to manage situations. For this matter, he vaguely felt something was unusual. Is someone deliberately drawing the tiger out?

Creating opportunity!

"Do it."

After a while.

The elder spoke.

Kovalro.

It’s time to make a big move. Last year, Kovalro underwent significant changes, with incidents at the New York and Sea Island research institutes, the entire sea island institute even being bombed down. Many experimental personnel fled.

To this day, no one knows who did it.

For this.

They spent a lot of effort to settle the matter.

Then.

Former leader Fukner betrayed inexplicably, dying during his escape. Subsequently, many of Fukner’s confidants were implicated, leading Kovalro to conduct a months-long internal investigation.

Finally.

Stabilized this vast entity.

Yet.

Many watched and laughed at them. Kovalro needs an event to restore deterrence, and a task like Ling’s is a great opportunity; profit and reputation can both be earned.

"Alright, I’ll arrange it right away."

"Prepare several plans."

"Yes."

The subordinate left excitedly, a trace of ruthlessness emerging on his face.

Ling.

Identity.

Status.

Wealth.

Fewer of such existencies does Kovalro encounter. Historically, they’ve taken on many such tasks, for instance in Africa where it’s chaotic, where power struggles are extremely fierce, yet business is steady.

Therefore.

The idea of killing Ling doesn’t seem major, it’s just a matter of necessity.

"What to use to welcome you?"

Walking out.

He thought while walking.

Turned right.

This was the headquarters’ secret operations department. Suddenly, the man stopped in his tracks, eyes full of shock, as he saw over twenty of his subordinates knocked out on the ground. Standing were a dozen fully armed men.

Asians.

Africans.

Westerners.

Outfits unseen before.

Equipment unseen before, all staring at him coldly, not even lifting the gun barrels.

Cold sweat.

Began to emerge from his back.

Calm.

Calm.

Must remain calm, but why the hell couldn’t he stay calm? This was Kovalro’s headquarters, heavily guarded, with hundreds of guards, surveillance everywhere, and this was underground at the fourth level.

How could it be that people broke in without a sound.

Could it be.

Our own people?

"Who are you?"

The man barely managed to ask.

Unfortunately.

No one paid him any attention. Draw a gun? Even if he had the ability, he was in the headquarters, seeing Kovalro’s actual controllers, and carried no weapon, didn’t even dare move, fearing he’d be shot down.

"I..."

About to speak.

A swelling pain came from the back of his head, darkness fell upon him.

Collapsed.

Behind him.

Tang Qing’s feet were adhering to the ceiling, hanging upside down, he smiled slightly, flipped down, stepping on the ground. With the time available, how could he miss the action? He had been setting up against Kovalro for more than a year.

According to the plan.

Wrap it up by the end of the year, gain full control over it.

November.

Exactly.

Originally intended to act this month.