Chapter 362: Black Caesar

The woman is named Vivian, a killer broker, which means the same thing as an agent in Hong Kong.

However, she does not work alone; she works for Brute.

Vivian said bluntly, "I heard you lost quite a lot of money on the stock market recently? I told you that you didn't have the brains for it; you wouldn't be unable to pay the killers' wages now, would you?"

"Shut your mouth. Get me Michael's address," Brute said irritably.

Vivian immediately became vigilant: "What are you trying to do?"

"I need to get back the money I lost," Brute said directly, not hiding his thoughts.

Vivian said with a look of astonishment: "You aren't thinking—God, you are absolutely insane. You actually dare to target those retired killers? Do you know what you are doing?"

Brute said coldly: "Of course I know what I am doing. If I finish off those old bones who are about to retire, I won't have to pay that money."

"I think you've gone mad," Vivian said viciously.

"My mind is made up; don't talk nonsense to me anymore, Miss Vivian," Brute said indifferently. "Just do your own job."

"Madman," Vivian cursed, and left the Zhuangyuan in a huff.

After walking out of the Zhuangyuan, Vivian lit a cigarette and calmed down.

She had not expected this stupid pig to be bold enough to reach such a level. Does this mean he will continue to target the old killers of the organization?

For Vivian, the broker, this was not good news.

"Wait, if this guy is going to target all the killers who have reached that age, then Duncan..." Vivian thought of something terrifying and turned around, wanting to go back and talk to Brute again.

But thinking of Brute's resolute expression earlier, Vivian's footsteps stopped.

"None of my damn business; I'm not dealing with this," Vivian threw away the unfinished cigarette, crushed it with her foot, and strode out: "It's time to find another job."

On the other side, Silva quickly returned a call to Chen Jiajun in New York.

Silva's tone was relaxed: "Boss, I found it."

Chen Jiajun said with some surprise: "So fast?"

Silva said with a smile: "Come to think of it, we almost had dealings with this killer organization before."

Chen Jiajun quickly reacted: "Are you talking about the Killer Fund thing that the old Gweilo from Japan stirred up last time?"

"That's right," Silva said with a smile: "Back then, we discovered that an organization called Damocles was also involved in this, but for some reason, that killer didn't come to Hong Kong. So we have ready-made information on this organization."

"That is interesting," Chen Jiajun became interested immediately: "Tell me about it, what is the background of these guys?"

Silva flipped through the information and said: "Speaking of this Damocles organization, it really has been around for some years. It was originally an England killer organization, and the head of the organization was even a noble."

"But for some reason, the master of this house took the Mayflower from England to the United States. And they took root here, and have been engaged in the killer industry all these years."

"It's just that their organization scale is not large, and they keep a low profile, so they aren't famous even here in the United States. The High Table once invited them, but they were rejected."

Chen Jiajun laughed when he heard this: "Good fellow, in the end, it's another damn England Gweilo, right?"

Although Silva joined MI6, his ancestral home was not England, and he never considered himself an Englishman, so he remained indifferent to Chen Jiajun's words and continued: "The current head of the organization is named Brute, an arrogant stupid pig. The reason he sent people to assassinate Frank is not because someone on Wall Street hired a killer."

"Huh? Then why?" Chen Jiajun said, puzzled.

After all, Cao Weicai being arrested by the IRS came first, and Frank being assassinated came later; it is hard not to connect the two things.

Silva said with a smile: "Because this guy's investment company bought a lot of 'Blood and Detection' stocks and lost all his capital."

"If his manager hadn't sold the stocks in his hands in time, this killer organization leader would probably be bankrupt by now."

Hearing Silva's words, Chen Jiajun felt it was somewhat absurd.

The boss of a killer organization tries to play the stock market and ends up trapping himself.

In a fit of shame and anger, he actually plans to hire killers for revenge.

This whole thing sounds like a dark comedy no matter how you hear it.

"That's it? Nothing else?" Chen Jiajun said in surprise.

Silva suppressed a laugh and said: "That's it."

"Is this guy a fool?" Chen Jiajun said, quite speechless.

Silva said: "I have already faxed all of this guy's information to you. The intelligence station in North America is not perfect, so this is the limit of what has been done. You need to give me a little more time."

"Alright, I know," Chen Jiajun hung up the phone after saying this, and for a long while, that feeling of absurdity did not dissipate.

On the other side, Brute finally heard some good news.

His Team A finally finished off Michael, a retired killer from the same organization.

In this way, Brute could finally save five million US dollars.

In the period that followed, the retired killers of Damocles were assassinated by Brute one by one.

In less than a month, five people had already died.

Now, only the last person needed to be dealt with.

With this good start, Brute himself became somewhat inflated and sent the mission to Vivian again.

Vivian looked at Brute's stupid-pig-like face as he triumphantly talked about wanting to finish off Black Caesar, and she couldn't hold it in anymore: "Are you sure you aren't talking in your sleep?"

"I am the Boss; do as I say," Brute didn't talk nonsense this time and used his status to pressure her.

Vivian was helpless and could only leave behind one sentence: "I hope you don't regret it."

After saying that, Vivian sent an email and then waited quietly for Black Caesar to call.

As one of the top killers, Black Caesar was careful and steady in his work, and he never exposed his location.

Even if there was a mission, he would receive information through a public network mailbox and never allowed a broker to contact him by phone.

Moreover, the conversation could not exceed thirty seconds; if it exceeded thirty seconds, he would hang up the phone.

It was precisely because of this personality that he was able to live well after gaining such great fame in this line of work.

Not long after, Vivian received a call from Black Caesar: "You're looking for me?"

"We need to meet," Vivian didn't state the address, but handed the choice to Black Caesar; this was his habit.

"Ten minutes, Jimmy Restaurant," Black Caesar said and hung up the phone.

Ten minutes later, at Jimmy Restaurant, Vivian had already sat down and ordered a bottle of champagne.

Then, an old, stylish man in a black suit walked in and sat down in front of Vivian.

"Dom Pérignon, do you still remember it?" Vivian elegantly picked up the champagne glass and took a sip: "It's good to see you, Duncan."

Black Caesar just looked at Vivian coldly and said: "What happened to Michael?"

"I guessed you might show up, so I brought this for you to see." As she spoke, Vivian took a document out of her handbag, pushed it in front of Black Caesar, and said: "He was holding a party at his villa in Morocco when he was attacked."

At this moment, a waiter walked over and interrupted their conversation.

"Sir, would you like something to drink?" the waiter asked, holding a wine bottle.

"No, no need." Black Caesar looked at the documents and said without raising his head.

"You don't drink?" Vivian said, feeling a bit strange.

After all, she had specifically chosen this bottle of Dom Pérignon for Black Caesar.

"I quit." Black Caesar said flatly: "What's the situation, Vivian?"

Vivian pushed an envelope toward Black Caesar and said to him: "In the past month, Michael has already been the fourth Damocles assassin to die."

"Our intelligence agency shows that the assassin who took out Michael is a Chinese man, and he has ties to the Triad. He hired a group of assassins to raid Michael. This target is currently in New York. Your former Boss, Brute, has approved a revenge operation. One million dollars, use bullets to tell this bastard that we are not to be trifled with."

Black Caesar glanced at the photo, and it was indeed a Chinese man, then he put the photo away: "Brute fired me before."

Damocles has a rule: once an assassin reaches fifty, they are automatically retired.

Strictly speaking, Black Caesar is no longer a member of Damocles now.

He is retired.

Vivian said helplessly: "Don't be like a crying Baobao, everyone gets fired when they turn fifty, you know, the company's damn policy."

After finishing, Vivian raised an eyebrow and said in a slightly provocative tone: "Or is it that you can't kill anymore because you have Alzheimer's?"

Who knew, Black Caesar didn't fall for that at all: "Then find a young person to do it."

Vivian could only change her approach and say: "Strictly speaking, you still have two weeks until you retire. This mission requires a more precise, more experienced assassin."

"As a broker, it shouldn't be difficult for you to find someone." Black Caesar remained unmoved by Vivian's teasing and said with a cold face.

"He wants you to do it." Vivian said, enunciating every word: "Black, Caesar."

Black Caesar didn't finish speaking, pushed the things back to Vivian, and left the restaurant without saying a word.

But Vivian knew that Black Caesar had already accepted this mission.

She couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Her mission was considered complete, and what happened next was none of her business.

It must be said, Vivian felt that she had still underestimated that pig Brute.

The target she just gave to Black Caesar was Cao Weicai, a man from Wall Street.

In the United States, there is an unwritten rule, or rather an unspoken rule, which is that assassin organizations generally do not take jobs from Wall Street.

Because these damn vampires' commercial disputes usually involve money, and a lot of money at that, and both sides are very wealthy.

If an assassin took the job and killed someone, would the other side be short of money?

By the time they finished killing each other, there would be no one left on Wall Street.

Brute's move was to send Black Caesar to his death, and incidentally, to take fierce revenge on Cao Weicai.

When the time came, they would only need to say Black Caesar had already retired from the company and throw this old assassin out to extinguish Wall Street's anger; it could be said to be killing two birds with one stone.

"When did this pig become so shrewd?" Vivian shook her head and lit a cigarette.

Just as she was pondering, a young man suddenly sat down in front of her.

And this person was Chen Jiajun.

The intelligence station in North America had spent nearly a month collecting all the information on Damocles, but they hadn't managed to get the most crucial information on Brute.

Helpless, Chen Jiajun could only go find the contact person for both sides, the assassin broker named Vivian.

This woman was quite easy to find, so just after Black Caesar had left, he came looking for her.

"Sir, who are you?" Vivian looked at the handsome Chinese man in front of her with a strange expression.

Chen Jiajun revealed a smile and said: "Beautiful lady, I want to hire you to kill someone."

Vivian's expression immediately turned cold, and she grabbed her handbag, intending to leave: "You've found the wrong person."

But just as she stood up, her whole body froze.

It wasn't because of Chen Jiajun, but because of the beautiful woman in a suit behind Chen Jiajun.

As an assassin broker, Vivian had a special perception for dangerous people.

For example, when facing Black Caesar, Vivian appeared cautious.

But compared to Black Caesar, the woman behind Chen Jiajun was clearly much more dangerous.

If Black Caesar was a top-tier assassin, in Vivian's eyes, the woman behind Chen Jiajun looked like she had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Just one look was enough to make Vivian tremble all over. (End of chapter)