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Peru, an old hotel.

The walls were covered with scratches and densely packed small advertisements, and the worn-out fan was swaying, as if it might fall at any time and hit the tenants' heads.

The windows were not open and the heavy curtains were tightly closed. The room was dark and smelled of disinfectant.

The young man who had come from afar for vacation sat down on the sofa. There was a squeaking sound from the sofa, and the young man's whole body sank instantly.

"Damn it!" he muttered, getting up from the collapsed sofa.

The old man without a shirt and wearing layers of white bandages raised his eyelids and said slowly: "You came to me just to give me KFC?"

There is a box of KFC Family Buckets on the table nearby.

"Aren't you afraid, Chief Henkel, that you are always hungry? There is no KFC in this small place. You can't buy it even if you want to." Fingel shrugged, took out a piece of finger-licking original chicken and started to chew on it, mouthing, "

If you don't go back to Chicago, it's just not your style to be huddled in the middle of nowhere."

"A remote place?" Henkel was silent for a while, his eyes dazed, and then shook his head and said, "The place I lived in when I was a child was even more shabby than this."

"Hey, how many years ago was it when you were a child?" Fingel raised his hand to signal him to stop, "When people are about to die, they like to reminisce about the past. Now you are directly starting to reminisce about the 'golden years' when you were naked. Could it be that

Are you ready to braid your hair?"

"Before you leave, be sure to remember to write my name in your will." Fingel licked the food residue at the corner of his mouth and said with a shy smile.

"Don't worry, my will has been written a long time ago, and your name is on it." Han said calmly.

Fingel was stunned for a moment, and the joke on his face suddenly disappeared. He frowned and carefully looked at Henkel's expression.

"The situation is very bad?" he said solemnly.

"It's worse than I expected." Henkel lowered his eyes and said calmly, "If I can't survive this level, don't show up in front of those families. Without me, you can't suppress them. This accident was too sudden.

, I haven’t had time to pave the way for you.”

Fingel narrowed his eyes and said, "It's not like you are too nostalgic, otherwise some people should have done something about it long ago."

"Yes, when people get old, they will miss the past." Henkel sighed, "This is a mistake I made, and I paid the price for it."

"Listen to what you mean..." Fingel was silent for a while, "Is your accident related to those guys? Internal rebellion?"

"Yes, someone betrayed us, otherwise we would not have fallen into the trap." Han Gao said coldly, "In addition, the enemy's strength cannot be underestimated. Second only to the pure-blooded fourth-generation species, the fifth-generation species will appear.

There are five of them, as well as three militarized special teams, all of mixed race."

"Tsk, tsk, you actually came back alive with such a luxurious lineup?" Fingel clicked his tongue.

With such a luxurious lineup and the surprise attack, the old man in front of him could actually come back alive. He had to say that he didn't admire this man.

"Young people have sacrificed their lives to take care of me, so how could I die there?" Henkel took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "If it were Angers, then he would be the only one taking the fall, but I know that I must come back alive to catch him.

Traitors in the family. If they come back alive, they will only be labeled as poor guards and then severely punished. In extreme cases, they may even be sentenced to be buried with me..."

"Buried with someone?" Fingel said in surprise, "Since what age has this been a custom?"

"The burial is just an excuse, the real purpose is to make them speechless forever." Henkel said expressionlessly.

Fingel pondered: "This time I also have my responsibility. After all, I am the one informing you..."

"It has nothing to do with you." Henkel interrupted him and said calmly, "I haven't reached the point where I need you to comfort me. Let's talk about serious things."

"Seriously?" Fingel scratched his head and said, "I came here just to see if you need any help. I overspent three years of vacation in advance for this trip!"

Henkel glanced at him: "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome, remember to share more of your inheritance with me when the time comes!"

"Stop talking so much." Henkel sighed and threw out a USB flash drive. "This is the information you want. Take it back and show it to Angers. He will know how to cooperate with you."

"Has the situation gotten so bad that the secret party needs to intervene?" Fingel took the USB flash drive and frowned.

"During the time I disappeared, some people would inevitably surface and investigate their bottom line."

"You won't come back to Chicago with me?"

"It's impossible for me to go back with you, as this will expose your identity." Henkel shook his head and said, "And I can't go back now."

"Old guy, don't let yourself get caught up in this." Fingel said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, I know it well." Henkel nodded, and suddenly he said, "You should also keep a low profile at Kassel College. The secret party may not be cleaner than us."

"Understood." Fingel suddenly lowered his head, his cell phone vibrating in his pants pocket.

He took out his mobile phone and found that Norma had sent him a text message, which was a mission notification.

"Who's looking for you?" Henkel asked.

"College." Fingel stood up and came to the window, opened the curtains and looked twenty miles away, "Is there a lake near here?"

"Lake?" Henkel was stunned for a moment, "I don't know. I'm not here for tourism. I'm running for my life. I don't care where there is a lake or not."

Fingel rubbed his chin and murmured: "It said that a team from the execution department intercepted a smuggling plane and found a dragon mummy on it, and the mummy seemed to be still alive? What did you think of?"

After hearing the following words, Henkel's face twitched and he whispered: "Dragon mummy? Damn it, don't let this happen again in the Summer Mourning incident!"

Fingel began searching for weapons.

"You want to go?" Henkel frowned, "I don't recommend you to save them."

Fingel helplessly spread his hands and said: "There is nothing we can do. They are all acquaintances. The leader used to be my dear deputy. I can't just ignore him."

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