"I met a mercenary once."
Blake choked and swallowed, his whole state looking very panicked.
"Just four months ago, one of the people in charge of these eight major projects was my team leader when I was working on the research project."
As his low, hoarse voice slowly stated, the scene began to rewind.
Four months ago, it was still winter in South Africa.
Blake remembered that it was a snowy day and it was extremely cold. He wore a velvet hat and a fur coat and went to the team leader's home.
After entering the door, he stamped his feet, shook the snow off his hat, and then took off his hat. Then he stretched out his hands and rubbed them to warm them up, then looked at a man sitting in the living room who was concentrating on making tea. of a middle-aged man.
"Team leader, are you looking for me?" Blake asked.
The middle-aged man has a straight face and wears a pair of high-end glasses, giving him a sense of wisdom and knowledge.
He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Blake, then nodded slightly, "It's so cold, so sit down and drink some tea."
Black naturally sat over and said with a bright smile, "Team leader, I heard that you have just won the honor of being a world-class medical scientist. Congratulations."
But the middle-aged man just sneered, his eyes disheartened, "What's there to congratulate? My death is coming soon, what I should do now is prepare a coffin for myself in advance, congratulations?" This word is really ironic."
"Team leader, what do you mean by this?" Blake was suddenly confused.
He has obviously received the highest honor in the medical field, which should be something worthy of celebration, but the middle-aged man's expression is so ugly, and Blake really doesn't understand.
The middle-aged man's smile was very bitter, "Haven't you heard about the recent incidents involving international mercenary organizations?"
"Of course I heard about it."
Blake nodded seriously, "This matter has become so big recently that even Interpol has been dispatched. Can you not know?"
"But I really don't understand, how powerful are those people from the international mercenary organization? Why even Interpol was dispatched, but still couldn't take them down. Are these people really so difficult to deal with?"
Black believes that the assembly camp is already very strong, but if they encounter Interpol, they still have to be polite.
After all, the laws of the country are there and they must abide by them.
But this time, those people from the international mercenary organization actually ignored the law and made the entire black and white world a mess.
And I heard that in order to prevent this incident from spreading further, the country had no choice but to block the news.
This can't help but make people wonder what the international mercenary organization does and why it is so powerful.
At this moment, the middle-aged man pushed up his glasses, picked up the fine Longjing tea that had just been brewed in his hand, and slowly poured the tea into the two celadon cups on the tea table in front of him.
The scalding tea was steaming, and the middle-aged man's voice was calm and deep, "Blake, these are not the most important things."
"There are so many organizations in the world, and there are not none that are stronger than our concentration camp. But in the past ten years or so, we have never been worried about this situation."
"Because even if there are those powerful organizations, as long as they don't become our enemies and don't openly oppose us, then no matter how powerful they are, they have nothing to do with us."
"But now, the situation is different..."
When he said this, the middle-aged man's tone was obviously getting lower and lower, and it was almost impossible to hear his voice, and all he could hear was his low sigh.
Blake is also a smart man, so how could he not understand the meaning of what he said
"Team leader, are you saying that this time the international mercenary organization has started to deal with us?"
"Alas..." The middle-aged man sighed noncommittally.
Then he raised his face and looked straight at Blake, "Child, I came to you today to remind you that you must be careful about this international mercenary organization in the future, and don't let them take advantage of the opportunity to attack you. .”
Blake nodded, but he was confused, "Why did they attack me?"
"You probably don't know yet."
The middle-aged man looked out the window at this time, as if recalling something, and said firmly, "Do you still remember that I took you to participate in a research project more than ten years ago?"
"Of course I remember, otherwise why would I still call you team leader? When I did research with you in the past, you were always the best to me, and you paid special attention to my training. I still remember your kindness to this day. ." Blake laughed.
The main reason why he was kind to this team leader was because he had always been cared for by this middle-aged man during those years in the assembly camp.
Even if they develop separately in the future, the team leader will still be like a mentor, coming out in time to help him resolve the conflicts in his heart when he needs it.
For people like Blake who grew up with a broken family, this team leader has already surpassed his relatives.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the middle-aged man's face became very depressed, "But now I think about it, it would have been better if I didn't take you to participate in this research together and cultivate you."
"kindness?"
"Team leader, what do you want to say today?"
Blake was increasingly unable to understand the middle-aged man's words. She originally thought that coming here today was just to catch up on old times and talk about what was on her mind like before.
But today he found that the team leader had become particularly strange, no, not just a habit, but even a little weird.
"Team leader, are you okay?" Blake couldn't help but ask with concern.
"I'm fine."
The middle-aged man shook his head with restraint, and then stopped procrastinating and told Blake the truth, "Just a while ago, all the researchers who had participated in the eight major projects were killed by people from the international mercenary organization... "
There is no need to say the next words. After all, Blake has been around for so long, there is no way he doesn’t understand the meaning behind these words.
He opened his pupils involuntarily, as if he hadn't reacted for a long time, "Team leader, is what you said true?"
The middle-aged man nodded, "Although the organization has blocked the information, I am still a high-level person in the organization. Naturally, I know this information accurately."
"But why do they do this?" Blake asked.
The middle-aged man sneered, "I'm afraid you don't know how rampant they are!"