"The weather is very good today, which means you are very lucky, even God is standing by your side!"

"He is a guy who murdered seventeen girls. If you are feeling psychological pressure, just think of it as punishing evil and promoting good."

"Come on, I believe in you, it doesn't matter even if you fail."

On the rooftop, while comforting and encouraging the newcomers, Kahn tore open the candy corn in his pocket, threw one in his mouth, and shook it at the other person.

"Here, do you want it? Candy corn can effectively relieve tension."

"No, no need."

From the corner of their eyes, the newlyweds looked at the blond young man who was also lying on his stomach. The other man's expression was particularly comfortable, and his blue eyes were slightly curved. Under the clear blue sky and bright sunshine of Mexico, his whole body shone like a vigorous spirit.

Same,

"Senior looks very confident."

Kahn bit into the candy corn in his mouth. Feeling the rich aroma of corn in his mouth, he praised his good partner Tequila again, and then encouraged:

"Because I believe in my own vision, let me tell you a secret. You are my most promising newcomer."

Your favorite newcomer?

He murmured to himself, clenching the gun with his sniper hand for the first time in actual combat. Mr. Kahn trusts me so much, I cannot, must not let him down.

"boom--"

After the gunfire, the target that entered the sniper range suddenly fell down, and a blood flower bloomed on the spot.

"Look, I just said you can do it."

Kahn quickly put away his sniper rifle, threw a piece of candy corn into his mouth, and led the other person downstairs quickly.

"If it weren't for the encouragement from my seniors, the first mission wouldn't have been so smooth."

The newcomer took the candy with body temperature, and then imitated the other person and threw it into his mouth. It was indeed very sweet. He looked at the other person's figure and mustered up the courage to say,

"Does that senior have time in the afternoon? In order to express my gratitude, I would like to invite senior to-"

"There's no need to eat. I have to take care of two new people in the afternoon and three new people in the evening."

Kahn counted them on his fingers and politely rejected the newcomer.

"But if you are free in the afternoon, you can go to the c300 base to make sandwiches. These sandwiches will be given to the children in the slums."

"Eh?!"

"Don't be so surprised. Ordinary people like us will feel guilty when we kill someone for the first time, even if it is a heinous person. So as long as it does not affect the mission and does not harm the interests of the organization, I am very

I encourage everyone to do something to alleviate their guilt."

Kahn patted the other party's shoulder, his tone relaxed and cheerful,

"You can go if you want. If you have any psychological problems, you can come to me. The future of the Mexican branch depends on you, so you're welcome."

"Okay, thank you, senior."

The newcomer unconsciously tightened the strap carrying the sniper rifle. The young man's figure was reflected in his eyes. Even in the dim corridor, the figure of the other party was still tall and straight, with a reassuring temperament and attractiveness to follow.

Charm.

The heart that had been anxious and uneasy because of stepping into the darkness suddenly calmed down.

If you can follow Master Kahn in the dark, it doesn't seem to be a very scary thing.

"Do you know what your nickname is in the organization now?"

In the safe house, Tequila was helping someone boil a pot of candy corn while teasing someone on the sofa who was looking at a to-do list.

"Have you heard about the nightmares of the FBI and CIA? This one sounds a little bit out of place."

Kahn raised his eyebrows and checked a few boxes on his to-do list, recalling the origin of this nickname.

That was when he had just crossed over, and the American branch at that time was like a sieve, with one third being undercover, one third being traitors, and one third being trash.

He followed Tequila at first, then activated the King of Rolls system, and began to do missions desperately to earn rolls. The rolls can strengthen his body, and he can also buy various weapons and props. After a period of "one person is worth ten

After "personal" experience, he finally became the person in charge of the Mexican forces, and at the same time managed the Mexican branch of the organization like a metal barrel.

Tequila is indeed a good partner. Although he looks a bit fierce, he is actually just a salted fish, so Kahn can collect tasks from him without any pressure and successfully earns a lot of roll values. And Tequila

Lan is also the only person in the Mexican branch who can "intermediately get involved" with him.

For ordinary people, it is very difficult to accept that the subordinates they recruited at the beginning have become their bosses. However, Tequila enjoys it and even helps Kahn cook corn candy and make sandwiches in his free time. The two of them

The two men successfully transformed from colleagues in the organization to good partners, and together they managed the hard-won Mexican branch.

Because the United States is the home base of the FBI and CIA, its power is slightly weaker, but even so, Kahn still has intricate forces in the United States.

The organization's branch in North America is like a huge octopus, with its core in Mexico but its tentacles spread all over North and South America.

"no."

Tequila poured a lot of syrup into the pot with an undisguised smile in her voice.

"Your current nickname in the organization, but -"

"Being known as the black sun, I didn't realize it at first, but when we really got along with him, I realized that this title is indeed worthy of the name."

Andre took a sip of wine, rock music was playing in his ears, and sitting across from him was a friend he met when he first joined the organization. He just felt that his life was pretty good now.

"Oh? It seems that you completed your first mission in the morning well, and you were actually appreciated by Lord Kahn."

The person sitting opposite also took a big gulp of wine.

"Sir, you are very friendly to newcomers. I remember your first mission will be in a week. Don't worry, just follow your normal attitude."

Andre patted the other party's shoulder with his big hand,

"Then you know what a black sun is."

Black, of course, refers to Cornwine's camp, which is pure black. They are organized as eagle dogs in Mexico. They kill without batting an eye. They once played tricks on the FBI and CIA.

The sun refers to the other person's personality. Different from the "cold, violent, bloody, withdrawn lunatic" that ordinary people think of, Cornwine actually has a cheerful and confident smile. He does not threaten others at all times, nor does he criticize sick and suspicious people.

Mental illness and pleasure prisoners look like a normal person growing up under the blue sky and sunshine.

He is the kind of person who is looked up to in terms of combat effectiveness and mission execution ability. After all, not everyone can complete missions continuously, and not everyone can become a nightmare for the FBI and CIA.

The most important thing is that Cornwine can do it by himself, but he does not ask his subordinates to do it with him. He is an ideal boss like no other!

He would use his energetic voice to encourage newcomers to the industry, even if the content of the encouragement was killing, and he would also use his understanding voice to ask them to do good deeds, even if the purpose was to ease the guilt of killing and make it easier for them to kill again.

What this person is best at is how to become a person's spiritual leader and dependence, how to lead an ordinary person into darkness, and how to be willing to perish in hell for him.
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