"Death knell", "Terminator", "The No. 1 mercenary in the world", "the deadliest assassin", "executioner", "responsible for more than 600 lives".

These are the descriptions of Sred Wilson on the international wanted warrant. Even if you ask him in person, he will not deny any of them. He will think that what is there to hide from this?

In a sense, Sred Wilson is definitely a complete bad guy, a real villain, or even a serial perverted murderer. But he doesn't think so completely himself. In fact, he thinks he is a good person. For him, the "death knell" is not himself, but a job, a job he loves.

This job forced him to go on business trips, which were ridiculously frequent, but also made him make friends he wouldn't meet. For example, Tigus, a short and chunky middle-aged man wearing round-frame glasses, has been a death knell agent for the past year and a half, since his former agent ate a gun in the head.

Tigus is one of the few people he trusts in Death Knell, and is usually always responsible for taking on the work for him.

Just the day before yesterday, Tigus arranged a new task for him, told him to meet in Russia today to explain the details, and assured him that this was an ordinary and easy task. This was the best condition for Slade.

In a luxury suite in a hotel in Russia.

While sitting down on the sofa in the suite and waiting to meet Tiggs, violent images suddenly flashed through Slade's mind, all of which were fierce and familiar scenes, accompanied by a spasm-like pain. Slade gritted his teeth and pressed his head, staring at his one-eye, trying his best to capture every picture that flashed through his mind.

He vaguely saw a huge team in the snow, and he rushed towards thousands of troops alone. He opened his bow with his gun without fear, and the sword blades shuttled through the crowd. His silver-white sword body was dyed blood red, and bright red blood flew around the white snow.

He has never done such a life-threatening thing in his career as a mercenary. It is precisely because he is a desperate person that he is afraid of so many people. But this part of the image is completely unimpressed by him. Although it looks familiar, there is no such part of the content in his memory.

Did he forget it?

It is theoretically impossible. With the effect of genetically modified drugs, Slade's brain utilization rate is as high as 90%, far exceeding the 10% of that of ordinary humans, which makes him almost never forget anything...unless someone uses special means to force him to forget.

The headache came and went quickly, which had occurred several times in the two days he came to Russia. Slade vaguely felt a little disharmonious, and felt that the memory from him coming to Russia was a bit weird, but he couldn't say what was wrong. But generally speaking, his intuition was always very accurate.

While thinking, it was time to meet, Tigus's short and chunky figure was put on a suit, and entered the suite with a small suitcase in his hand, and sat opposite Slade.

"What? Didn't sleep well yesterday?" He greeted like an ordinary old friend, "You don't look very energetic."

"It's enough for this mission." Slade said coldly, "I already know the price, no objection. Tell me the details."

Tigus stopped talking nonsense and simply showed a photo and handed it to him. The photo showed an ugly man with a pale face and a face covered with disgusting wrinkles. His dark red eyes flashed with dangerous fierce light.

"This man is code-named 'Possum'. At present, I only know that he has the ability to heal almost infinitely." Tiggs said, "Your task is to catch him."

"Of course, I recognize him." Slade said lightly, "This ugly ghost is barely an old friend of mine."

"Do you have a deep friendship?"

"Not at all," Slade said lightly, "and work is work. As long as someone is willing to pay, it will be the same for anyone to kill."

"Ha, this is Sred Wilson I know." Tiggs patted his shoulder and turned, "Speaking of what happened to you recently? There seems to be information that he is in trouble."

"Jerico?"

The moment he said this, the strange feeling that had happened before came again. Slade felt a violent impact hit his brain, causing his body to tremble involuntarily.

Tigus noticed his strangeness and asked strangely: "What's wrong with you?"

"I... it's okay." Slade pressed his head, and the temple seemed to be stirring.

"No, I haven't heard anything about my son in a long time." He shook his head, got up and walked out, "It's all today. I'll complete the task and meet again later."

Tigus looked at him suspiciously for a moment, but in the end he didn't say anything. This was the relationship between them. As long as they did their part of their work, they would not ask too much about their personal affairs.

And on the same day, Eric also came to Russia's territory with the Aegis.

Two days after the death knell's daughter Ruth Wilson snatched the beta armor, ASCHUN discovered her traces, but after all, she was a little late. When ASCHUN noticed, she was already sitting on a flight that had taken off for two hours, targeting Russia.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but ASCHU also had a reliable source of information that the famous international mercenary death knell was actually in Russia in the past two days, which had to cause speculation. If you plan to the worst, Ruth might have rushed to Russia to find her father to join forces.

Of course, Eric didn't think so. He felt that Ruth's resentment towards her father revealed to him in the bar was not a false act. She really wanted to draw a line with her father and should not take the initiative to look for him.

But no matter what, such possibility cannot be ignored. It just so happened that ASUS had grasped the whereabouts of Death Knives in Russia, so she decided to start with Death Knives, and first tried to subdue Death Knives to see if she could ask for information about his daughter from him.

"That's probably the case." After explaining the situation to all the agents involved in the operation at the base of the operation, Colson, who was in charge of the operation, projected the ugly face of the man code-named "Possum" on the big screen.

"According to information, this man is the target of Death Knox's trip," Colson said. "Death Knox has always been careful and his whereabouts are extremely difficult to grasp, but his goal is different. We can use this man as bait and wait for the rabbit to take the bait."

Speaking of this, he paused and deliberately glanced at Eric, who was sitting in a corner of the room, who was distracted.

"Do you have a problem? Mr. Charlotte?"

"No." Eric shook his head, paused, and said, "I just felt... Deathkill may have nothing to do with the events we are concerned about, and I don't think Ruth will come to him."

"Then what else do you have?"

"No, not yet."

"That's it." Colson said, "Everyone is ready, and the action time is tomorrow night."
Chapter completed!