Brando was not amused by the company's joke today.
Just over ten days ago, he had just completed a mission to assassinate the leader of a drug cartel at the Kenyan border and he had done it cleanly and beautifully.
Brando had initially planned to return to Italy for a vacation, but before he left, he received orders from the company to stay put for the time being.
The company claimed that there was a new mission for him and that the reward was extremely generous.
With no other choice, Brando could only rent a room and wait. Just like that, he waited for more than ten days.
Finally, when the agent appeared in front of Brando with a French passport and a ticket to Namibia, Brando only felt a little angry.
"What's the meaning of this?"
Brando pointed to the location given on the note, his expression filled with dissatisfaction. "Walvis Bay, Namibia? Blackwatch Biotechnology? I'm only responsible for killing people, I'm not interested in running a business! "
"My dear Brando, that's not how it works."
The agent said mysteriously, "Don't worry, when you get there, you'll understand what you're going to do. But I promise you'll like it."
"..."
Unable to resist the temptation of a high salary, Brando finally got on the plane and flew to Namibia.
Half a day later, when Brando finally walked out of the cramped international airport, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The environment on the plane was fine. Although it was economy class, it was nothing compared to the suffering he had to endure during the mission. The only thing that made Brando frown was that he was too close to strangers.
There were only two armrests between the two seats on the plane, less than ten centimeters in total. For someone like Brando who did not even dare to close his eyes when he slept, it was a complete torment.
It was late at night when he left the airport. There was only a row of vans parked on the side of the road across the road. Black drivers kept shouting in broken English, attracting travelers who were leaving the airport.
"Sir, where do you want to go?"
Just as Brando was wondering if these cars that should have been scrapped long ago could still be used, a black boy only twelve or thirteen years old suddenly walked over.
He looked at the 1.9-meter-tall Caucasian man in front of him, whose arms were thicker than his head, and said timidly, "Sir, ten Namibian dollars is enough to get to Walvis Bay. Do you want to go?"
Brando relaxed a little when he saw that it was a child. He took out a piece of paper and pointed at it. "The address says that there's a company called Blackwatch nearby. Do you know the address?"
"Oh, you mean the new research center?"
The youth's eyes lit up. "Of course I know that. May I ask if you're going there?"
"Yes." Brando did not ask about the price. Instead, he looked behind the young man. "Where are your parents and car?"
"My parents? My parents are in heaven. I drove here myself. "
The young man smiled nonchalantly and pointed to a dilapidated motorized tricycle not far away. "Sir, do you need me to drive you there? It's only 20 Namibian dollars."
"Why not?" Brando was surprised to hear that her parents had passed away, but he wasn't too surprised.
After all, this kind of thing was too common in Africa. Even the most compassionate person would be ground down by reality, not to mention a mercenary like Brando who was indifferent to life and death.
He stretched out his leg and stepped onto the tricycle. Brando noticed that although the tricycle was dilapidated, the rear compartment was spotless.
With a start, the tricycle made a circle at the intersection and drove off into the distance.
Once they were out of the airport, there were no street lights on the road. Moreover, the headlights of the young man's tricycle had been broken for a long time, so he could only rely on starlight to find his way.
Fortunately, the night sky in Namibia was exceptionally bright.
Along the way, the young man seemed to be a little bored and suddenly hummed a tune from his hometown. It was an exotic style that Brando had never heard before. It was just like the life of these people, cheerful in its hoarseness, free in its hardship, full of idyllic scenery.
At this moment, Brando suddenly remembered his childhood.
About thirty years ago, when he was only four or five years old, he played on the farm without a care in the world. At night, when his father was done with all his work, he would sit on the back of his father's motorcycle and look up at the stars above...
In the blink of an eye, his father had become a pile of dirt and he had become a mercenary who lived on the edge of a knife.
"I can't go back..."
Brando sighed inwardly. He did not know what to feel in his heart.
As the young man hummed, the tricycle drove west for twenty minutes. Brando could even see the lights of the city not far away.
However, when they passed a fork in the road, the young man suddenly turned the car around and drove towards another unknown fork in the road.
"Are you sure you're not going the wrong way?"
As a mercenary who had survived countless battlefields, Brando was naturally vigilant. At this time, when he saw the young man turn, he immediately touched the soles of his shoes.
He always hid an ivory dagger under the soles of his shoes. It could pass customs inspection.
"Yes, sir."
The young man had no idea what was going on. He only said in the wind, "This road is newly paved. It's funded by the research center. One end is connected to the main entrance of their research center, and the other end is connected to the main road of Walvis Bay."
Only then did Brando stop asking questions.
As they continued along this road, it did not take long before countless black objects appeared on both sides of the road. These objects were formed by a two-meter-tall pillar at the bottom and a huge square panel at the top.
All the panels were neatly arranged and stood at the same angle.
Brando did not need to see clearly to know that these were rows of photovoltaic power generation equipment.
These photovoltaic power generation equipment were densely packed on both sides of the road, almost covering the sky.
"Is this also from the research center?" Brando asked casually.
"Of course. You have to know that this is a very, very rich company!"
The young man said in an envious tone. "Not only did they build solar power, but they also built roads. They even recruited a large number of people from the nearby villages to do experiments. I heard that every family in that village received tens of thousands of Namibian dollars!"
At the mention of a certain matter, the young man spilled everything he knew. "And I also heard that in the bay more than ten kilometers away, there's a construction site also belonging to this company. I heard that they want to build a power plant there!"
Brando nodded. To be able to build a power plant in such a poor country without fear of huge losses, this company was indeed very rich...
"Also, I heard that the boss of this company is also from the Mainland."
The young man added, "By the way, sir, have you been to the Mainland?"
Brando smiled when he heard this. "No, because my work isn't very popular there."
"Is that so? That's a shame."
The young man said regretfully, "I heard that the Mainland is a place without war, poverty, and disease. If it's possible, I hope to be born there in my next life."
"That's right..."
Hearing this, Brando could not help but sigh softly. He looked up at the stars above again. "Who doesn't want to live in a stable and peaceful country?"
Before he knew it, Brando suddenly became a little interested in this company called Blackwatch.
After a while, several buildings with flashing lights suddenly appeared in front of Brando's vision.
These were buildings that were not too tall, but the area they occupied was far larger than ordinary buildings. There were a few faint lights in the buildings. This was the only source of light along the way.
"Yes, sir."
Finally, the tricycle reached the end of the road. The young man stopped and pointed to a wide iron gate about ten meters away. "This is the Blackwatch Research Center you mentioned."
"Very good." Brando took out a two-dollar bill and handed it to the man. "Keep the change."
"Thank you. You are a generous man!"
The young man's eyes lit up and he bowed gratefully at Brando before turning around and heading back happily.
After the young man left, Brando didn't knock on the door immediately. Instead, he looked around cautiously and glanced at the flashing surveillance camera on the door.
BELL "on the doorbell.
After a while, as the sound of footsteps gradually approached, a window on the door suddenly opened, and a black man looked out from inside. "Who are you looking for?"
"My name is Clark Brando. Your company invited me here." Brando took out the address given by his manager.
"I don't know who Clark is. The company has a rule that we can't open in the middle of the night. Come back tomorrow."
The black man said rudely. Then, without waiting for Brando's reply, he closed the window again and the footsteps faded away.
Brando frowned.
He took out his phone and wanted to ask his manager. Then, he realized that his phone was in airplane mode because he had taken the plane earlier.
Because he often had to carry out missions, Brando didn't have the abnormal dependence on his phone like most people, so he didn't think to turn off airplane mode until now.
Brando turned off airplane mode. Instantly, a few missed calls popped up.
These missed calls were all from the same unknown number.
Thinking that this was a new card given to him by his manager after completing a mission, there shouldn't be any problems, so Brando called the number back.
"Ring... Hello, are you Mr. Clark Brando?"
The call was picked up after a brief moment of hesitation. At the same time, a hurried voice came through. From the voice alone, the person on the other side was about thirty years old. Moreover, his American English was not pure and had a Chinese accent.
Recalling that the young man had mentioned that Blackwatch was a Chinese company, Brando answered calmly, "Yes, I am."
"Phew, thank God!"
The person on the other end of the line seemed to have completely relaxed. "May I ask where you are now? I'm here to pick you up. I'm now outside the airport."
"I'm already at the main entrance of your company," Brando replied.
"... Understood. Please wait for a moment, I'll be right back."
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