Brando only felt that the joke played by the company today was not funny.
Just a dozen days ago, he completed the mission of assassinating the leader of a drug lord group on the Kenyan border, and he did it extremely cleanly and beautifully.
Originally, Brando was preparing to return to Italy for vacation, but before leaving, he received an order from the company to stay put for the time being.
The company claimed that there were new tasks to be assigned to him, and that the rewards would be extremely generous.
In desperation, Brando had to rent a guest room locally and wait for more than ten days.
Finally, when the agent appeared in front of Brando with a French passport and a ticket to Namibia, Brando only felt a little angry.
"What does it mean?"
Brando pointed to the location given on the note, his expression full of dissatisfaction, "Walvis Bay, Namibia? Blackwatch Biological Company? I am only responsible for killing people, but I have no interest in running business!"
"Dear Brando, that's not what happened."
The agent said mysteriously, "Don't worry, you will understand what you are going to do when you get there, but I guarantee you will like it."
“…”
Unable to resist the temptation of a high salary, Brando finally got on a plane and flew to Namibia.
Half a day later, when Brando finally walked out of this cramped international airport, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
The environment on the plane was nothing special. Although it was economy class, it was nothing compared to the suffering he suffered while performing the mission. The only thing that made Brando frown was that the distance between himself and strangers was too close.
There are only two armrests between the two seats on the plane, which add up to less than ten centimeters. For someone like Brando who dares not close his eyes when sleeping, it is a complete torture.
After leaving the airport, it was late at night. There was only a row of vans parked on the roadside on the opposite side of the road. The black drivers kept shouting in broken English to attract travelers leaving the airport.
"Sir, where do you want to go?"
Just when Brando was a little confused about whether he could ride in these cars that should have been scrapped long ago, a black boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old suddenly walked over.
He looked at the tall white man in front of him who was about 1.9 meters tall and had one arm thicker than his head. He said timidly, "Sir, you can go to Walvis Bay City for ten dollars. Do you need to go?"
Seeing that it was a child, Brando relaxed his guard slightly. He took out a piece of paper, pointed at it and said, "The address says there is a company nearby called Blackwatch. Do you know the address?"
"Oh, you mean that newly opened research center?"
The young man's eyes lit up, "Of course I know this. Are you going there?"
"Yes." Brando did not ask about the price, but looked behind the boy, "Where are your parents and the car?"
"My parents? My parents are in heaven. I drove here by myself."
The young man smiled nonchalantly and pointed to a dilapidated tricycle not far away, "Sir, do you want me to drive you there? It's only 20 yuan."
"Why not." Brando was startled when he heard that the other party's parents had passed away, but he was not too surprised.
After all, this kind of thing is so common in Africa, and even the most compassionate person will be tempered by reality, let alone a mercenary like Brando who takes life and death lightly.
Stretching out his legs and stepping directly onto the tricycle, Brando discovered that although the tricycle was very old, the back compartment where people were seated had been polished to be spotless.
With a sudden start, the tricycle made a circle at the intersection and drove towards the distance along the road.
Once they drove out of the airport, there were no street lights on the road, and the headlight of the boy's tricycle had been broken for an unknown period of time, so he had to rely on starlight to see the way.
Fortunately, the night sky in Namibia is exceptionally bright.
Along the way, the young man seemed to feel a little bored, and suddenly hummed a tune from his hometown. It was an exotic style that Brando had never heard before. Just like the lives of these people, there was joy in the hoarseness, and joy in the hardships. Full of freedom and pastoral scenery.
At this moment, Brando suddenly remembered his childhood.
About thirty years ago, when I was only four or five years old, I played carefree on the farm like this. Until night, when my father finished all the work, I sat on the back of my father's motorcycle and looked at the stars above my head. …
In the blink of an eye, my father has become a handful of dirt, and I have become a mercenary with a knife tip licking blood.
"I can't go back..."
Brando sighed secretly, not knowing what he felt in his heart.
Amidst the humming of the boy, the tricycle drove westward for twenty minutes. Brando had even seen the lights of the city not far away.
However, when passing a fork in the road, the boy suddenly turned the car and drove towards another unknown fork in the road.
"Are you sure you didn't go the wrong way?"
As a mercenary who had survived several battlefields, Brando was born with a sense of vigilance. When he saw the boy turning around, he immediately touched the soles of his shoes.
On the sole of his shoe, he always hides an ivory dagger, which can pass customs inspection.
"Yes, sir."
The young man had no idea what was going on. He just said in the wind, "This road is newly paved. It is the money invested by the research center. One end is connected to the gate of their research center, and the other end is connected to the entrance of Walvis Bay Port." Main road.”
Brando stopped asking questions.
Continuing along this road, it didn't take long before countless dark things appeared on both sides of the road. The bottom of these things was composed of a two-meter-high pillar, and the top was a huge square panel.
All the panels are arranged neatly and stand at the same angle.
Brando didn't need to see clearly to know that these were rows of photovoltaic power generation equipment.
These photovoltaic power generation equipment are densely packed on both sides of the road, almost covering the sky.
"Is this also from the research center?" Brando asked casually.
"Of course, you know, this is a very, very rich company!"
The young man said with an envious tone, "Not only did they build solar energy and roads, they even recruited a large number of people from nearby villages to conduct experiments. I heard that each household in that village received tens of thousands of dollars!"
As soon as something was mentioned, the young man poured out everything he knew, "And I heard that there is a construction site owned by this company in the bay more than ten kilometers away. I heard that they are going to be there. Build a power plant!”
Brando nodded. Being able to build a power plant in such a poor country without fear of huge losses, this company is indeed very rich...
"Furthermore, I heard that the owner of this company is also a Central-Continent."
The young man added, "By the way, sir, have you been to Zhongzhou?"
Brando smiled and said, "No, because my job is not popular there."
"Really, that's such a shame."
The young man regretted, "I heard people say that Zhongzhou District is a place without war, poverty, or disease. If possible, I hope to be born there in my next life."
"yes… "
Hearing this, Brando couldn't help but sigh slightly and looked at the stars above his head again, "Who doesn't want to live in a stable and peaceful country?"
Unknowingly, Brando suddenly became a little interested in this company called Blackwatch.
After a while, several buildings with flashing lights suddenly appeared in Brando's field of vision.
They were several buildings that were not too high, but their area was far larger than that of ordinary buildings. A few lights could be vaguely seen in the buildings, which were considered the only lights along the way.
"Here we are, sir."
Finally, the tricycle reached the end of the road. The boy stopped the car and pointed to a wide iron gate more than ten meters away. "This is the Blackwatch Research Center you mentioned."
"Very good." Brando took out a two-dollar bill from his body and handed it to the other party, "No need to change."
"Thank you, you are such a generous gentleman!"
The young man's eyes lit up, he saluted Brando gratefully, and then turned around and returned happily.
After the boy left, Brando did not immediately knock on the door. Instead, he looked around vigilantly and then at the flashing surveillance camera on the door. Then he stepped forward and knocked on a doorbell marked "PLEASERINGBELL". Pressed.
After waiting for a while, as footsteps gradually approached, a window suddenly opened on the door, and a black man looked out, "Who are you looking for?"
"My name is Clark Brando, and your company invited me here." Brando took out the address given by his agent.
"I don't know about Clark. The company has regulations not to open the door at midnight. You'd better come back tomorrow."
The black man said unceremoniously, then closed the window again without waiting for Brando to answer, and then the footsteps gradually faded away.
Brando frowned.
He took out his mobile phone and wanted to ask his agent, but then he found that because he had taken a plane before, his mobile phone had turned on airplane mode.
Because he often needs to perform tasks, Brando is not pathologically dependent on mobile phones like ordinary people, so he has never thought of turning off airplane mode until now.
Brando turned off airplane mode, and immediately, several missed calls popped up.
These missed calls are all from the same unknown number.
Thinking that his card was also a new card given by his agent after the mission was completed, there should be no problems, so Brando called back.
"Du... Hello, hello, are you Mr. Clark Brando?"
Blind Yin just thought for a moment and was connected. At the same time, a rapid voice came. From the sound alone, it seemed that the person was about thirty years old, and his American English pronunciation was not pure, with a taste from Central China.
Recalling that the young man had also said that Blackwatch was from the Middle-earth Company, Brando replied calmly, "Yes, I am."
"Phew, thank God!"
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be completely relaxed, "Excuse me, where are you now? I came specifically to pick you up. I'm outside the airport now."
"I have arrived at the gate of your company." Brando replied.
"...I understand, please wait a moment, I'll be back soon."
The voice was silent for a moment, and then spoke. Brando only heard the sound of a car starting from the phone, and then the other party hung up the phone.