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Chapter 2505

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The director of the International Intelligence Platform Center had foresight. Not only did he revoke the deduction of his shares from the Kosha Mercenaries' intelligence team, but he had also gone to the Kosha Mercenaries to ask for punishment.

There was a director and ten shareholders present.

There were four shareholders who revoked the deduction of the Kosha Mercenaries' intelligence team. Other than the director and the four shareholders, the other six shareholders had received the assassination notice from Slaying God.

Everyone knew that Slaying God had carried out 1027 assassination missions and had also issued 1027 assassination notices.

Receiving the assassination notice from Slaying God was equivalent to having one foot in a coffin.

Before this, no one in the world could escape from Slaying God's assassination.

"Director! Director! We know we're wrong! 'I … I-I-I … I can give all my shares in the company to Slaying God!' I-I don't want any of my family assets! Please, please help me, I don't want to die … "

The short and fat middle-aged man was paralyzed on the ground. He looked ahead blankly, then suddenly crawled toward the director's seat in a dog-like manner.

He reached out and grabbed the director's trousers. His hands were shaking more violently than a spring.

Fear, terror, and all sorts of emotions were mixed in the short and fat middle-aged man's eyes.

"What were you doing earlier? If you'd listened to me and revoked the deduction, this wouldn't have happened! "the director yelled.

"We thought … we thought that Slaying God wouldn't return! Director, I beg you to save me. As long as you save me, I will give you all my shares! … "

The director blinked at the short and fat middle-aged man's words.

The director waved his hand. "Fine, fine. I'll contact the Interpol team for you. I happen to know a very powerful person in there.

"But … whether you can survive Slaying God's attack will depend on your luck."

.....

In Country M, in a large villa in the suburbs some distance away from the International Intelligence Platform Center.

This villa was the home of the Interpol team's captain, Bernie Austin, whom the director of the International Intelligence Platform Center knew.

Bernie Austin, or Bernie for short.

A foreigner's name was usually followed by his surname, which was why Bernie was his given name.

Bernie knew the director of the International Intelligence Platform Center and had been entrusted with it. Therefore, he had his house surrounded.

There were many traps in Bernie's house, in addition to the patrols and special forces patrolling nearby, even a fly could not sneak in.

The six shareholders of the International Intelligence Platform Center who had received Slaying God's assassination notice were placed in the living room of Bernie's house.

Bernie entered the house after he was done patrolling. He stood Translation He said to the six shareholders, "Everything seems normal for now. Stay where you are and don't go to the washroom. Don't go to the toilet alone!"

The six shareholders nodded immediately...

When Bernie was young, about twenty years ago, he had successfully saved a target who had received an assassination notice from one of the top assassins on the international assassin list.

Bernie 'That Bernie Bernie'.

Together with the Barnett Police Force, it was not a joke, it was a very powerful force.

That was why the six shareholders breathed a sigh of relief. Their tense hearts were finally relieved.

At that moment, one of Bernie's direct relatives, a young lady in her twenties, who was sitting on the sofa, asked Bernie in a questioning tone.

"Uncle, is Slaying God really that powerful that you and so many outstanding elites have to fight her?"

This young woman was Bernie's niece. Her name was Bailey Austin.

Beryl had been spoiled since she was young. She had always admired her uncle, Bernie. She even thought that her uncle was the most powerful person in the world.

That was why she said that.

After Berial finished speaking, Bernie rubbed his forehead and solemnly said to Berial, "Don't worry.

"She's more than powerful! Today, I've mobilized members from three Interpol teams, and they're the most outstanding members of my Interpol team!

"It's still unknown if they can hold Slaying God off for ten minutes …"

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