"If you won’t, you can say your last words to me now, and I’ll pass them on as much as I can."
Susan Carter believed she had already given her brothers a warning; if they really sought death later, they couldn’t blame her.
The other brothers, not knowing what to choose after hearing Susan’s words, simply looked at Borg: "Boss Borg, do we do it?"
Borg turned his head and deeply scrutinized Susan Carter with his blue eyes.
Susan, though hot-tempered, was indeed incredibly good to his brothers. Google seaʀᴄh novel fire.net
Although their mercenary group always had some casualties during missions, Susan would always bring their bodies back to their hometowns for burial.
If the deceased brothers had elderly parents, she would also send an annual living expense.
This was an important reason why so many brothers were willing to follow Susan to life and death.
Moreover, Borg was Susan’s own brother.
So he believed firmly that Susan might deceive others, but not him.
After careful consideration, Borg still said, "Let’s do it."
Borg turned his head back to glance at July Quinn, standing in the night, her beautiful eyes glowing with cold and sinister light:
"Come with me, to the supermarket."
Then the group of mercenaries grandly entered the supermarket to buy instant noodles.
Simon Hale stood at the window and also saw this scene.
"What’s going on? July Quinn is right there, why are they going to the supermarket?"
"What a bunch of losers!"
Simon Hale was planning to call Borg, urging them to settle July Quinn quickly to avoid further complications.
But before he could dial, he saw the large group coming out of the supermarket again.
Simon Hale saw they were carrying bags of stuff as they walked out of the supermarket.
Then, he saw them line up and respectfully hand the items to July Quinn.
Until July’s driver accepted everything from their hands, did they leave.
Afterward, July Quinn also got into the car and left.
This farce came to an end.
Simon Hale didn’t get to see July Quinn drop dead on the street, so naturally, he wouldn’t let it go.
Thus, almost as soon as the mercenaries left, Simon Hale contacted Borg.
"What the hell is going on? Why didn’t you kill July Quinn and even gave her stuff!"
Simon Hale, thinking he was the employer, believed he had the right to boss them around.
Not realizing this group were devils, more ruthless than he was.
When dealing with them, trust relied solely on their dwindling conscience.
Therefore, instead of an apology, Simon Hale received a scolding from them.
"You unruly old man, you didn’t even give us a clear situation regarding the target!"
"Who’s the one breaching the rules?"
In Simon Hale’s view, their failure to execute the mission and gifting July Quinn was their fault.
"With quality like yours, you still dare to take jobs? Return my deposit immediately!"
This job was priced at a billion, with an eighty million deposit, and another twenty million on completion.
Now, since not even a hair on July Quinn was harmed, Simon felt the eighty million was a waste, and he wanted it back.
"Old man, you even have the nerve to ask for the deposit back? You should be grateful my brothers suffered no casualties this time; otherwise, neither you nor your family would be spared! As for the deposit, consider it compensation for the insult today."
With that, Borg hung up the phone.
Simon Hale cursed and wanted to call back, only to find Borg’s number unreachable.
And Borg’s precise identity was unknown to Simon Hale.
Additionally, hiring a killer is illegal, so he couldn’t seek justice with the authorities.
All things considered, he lost his eighty million.