genius psychologist

Chapter 108 [Mixed Race]

Canada.

On a mountain road in the suburbs.

Several explosively modified cars are speeding on the road, competing and colliding with each other, as if they can do whatever it takes to cross the finish line.

Suddenly, a car lost its stability during the collision due to its excessive speed, and the whole car turned over and lifted up.

Everyone's eyes widened, and they could almost guess the next scene, that there would be a tragedy.

Sure enough, the car turned sideways, and the metal of the body rubbed against the road, making a screeching sound!

It's too late to say.

The driver's door was kicked open...

The moment the car hit the fence next to it and was about to fall off the cliff.

The driver jumped and rolled to the ground, using special techniques on the ground to remove most of the impact.

Bang!
The car that turned over hit the fence and exploded with a loud bang!

The flames soared into the sky, which was extremely shocking!
The cars behind were so scared that they braked suddenly and stopped on the road.

This scene made countless people tremble in their hearts.

The driver who had escaped from the sky got up in embarrassment and took off his helmet.

What came into view was a black-eyed man with dyed blond hair, a high nose bridge, and a bruise at the corner of his mouth. Of course, this injury can be said to be lucky in comparison.

After all, the car exploded, and the people were fine.

He has a mixed race of Canadian and Chinese descent, perfectly inheriting the advantages of both, and his height, shape and appearance are relatively outstanding.

The game is still going on, and no one will stop for this accident.

This is a brutal drag racing competition.

Even all the players have signed an agreement before the start, and they can only pay for everything that happens, and no one will take responsibility for you.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then walked back along the edge of the mountain road, as if he didn't care whether the car behind him was saved or not.

The buzzing sound of the phone vibrating.

He touched the mobile phone whose screen had been broken. It had a black screensaver with a strange style, and the content of private messages was displayed from the upper part of the mobile phone interface.

"Ethan, why not take a shot at this?"

He clicked on the message, and there was a screenshot of recruitment in it.

Because it is the news released by the world's top hunter websites, basically only people in the circle will pay attention to it.

Most of the requirements of this job posting are the same as those of rich bodyguards, but the employer actually requires that they must be at the top level in a certain field.

You must know that the more top-notch, the higher the asking price.

Below you can see that there are six or seven people who choose to reply, and obviously they all think this is a piece of fat, and all kinds of consultations and exchanges.

Most were rejected on the grounds that they were not qualified enough.

A senior mercenary was unconvinced and quarreled with his employer on the forum. However, it was ironic that it took less than half an hour.

All the information of this mercenary was dug up by the employer, and published in the forum, and said a word!
"Fuck off!"

As he walked, he logged into the Hunter Hire website, which had grown out of a forum at the Hunter School.

The so-called Hunter School naturally refers to a world-renowned special forces training center located in Bolivar, Venezuela, South America.

Its elimination rate is as high as 50%-80%, and even many people have paid their lives here.

Enrollment requires signing a life and death certificate. It is forbidden to call names, military ranks, and positions among students. Everyone's name is a randomly arranged digital code.

Those who can graduate here are elites who have truly crawled out of hell.

Most of these people plan to belong to the elite troops of various countries, and some retired veterans will undertake various bodyguard businesses.

As the market opened up, more and more people came here to post recruitment information, and eventually evolved into today's hunter recruitment website.

The reason why his friend asked him to pay attention to this message.

It is probably because they know that they have Chinese-Canadian ancestry, which gives them an advantage, and the fact that the employer claims to have a national background is inexplicably attractive to them.

After all, they are all working, working with the country, and working with criminals.

It is a sky, a place.

Any fool can see that it is a good job, but the employer seems to be more picky than everyone imagined.

Thinking of this, he popped up the website and replied to his friends: "Interesting!"

Immediately.

He returned to the hunter employment website and sent out an application. In the column of reason for the application, he left a message in Chinese.

"Can I?"

Of course, he also knew that his chances of passing were slim.

Because of the scandal he was carrying, no employer was willing to choose him, and he was already notorious in the circle.

……

Into the night.

It was eleven o'clock.

At the window of a small rental house, Luo Er stood there quietly.

What is extremely strange is that according to the information given by the assistant, the target person has been at this point for the first two days, and returned to the hotel where he stayed to rest.

But today, half an hour has passed, and there is still no one.

tick tock...tick tock...

Time passed minute by minute.

As the night got deeper and deeper, the number of cars outside the window began to decrease, only a few lonely ones came and went.

Luo Er touched the tuo watch necklace around his neck, closed the window decisively, and took out his mobile phone to make a call.

He said in a deep voice, "It was discovered."

"Impossible, I have not been exposed from the beginning to the end!" The assistant retorted in disbelief: "They may just go back later, I can be sure that the person is still in the branch."

Luo Er fell into silence, his sensitive intuition told himself that things were not that simple.

The target person is not an ordinary person.

Luo Er took a deep breath, slowly picked up the gum and put it in his mouth to chew, and then said: "Wait for another three hours, if it still hasn't appeared, let's redo the layout."

The assistant gritted his teeth and replied, "I haven't come out after one o'clock in the morning. I'll find a takeaway and go in to check the situation."

"madness!"

Luo Er couldn't help cursing, and hung up the phone directly.

He really didn't want to understand why the boss would hire such a person as his assistant. He felt that he was not on the same level at all.

As stupid as a pig, asking a takeaway to see the situation, isn't it the same as telling others that you are in a hurry?
He let out a long breath, forcefully suppressing his impetuous emotions.

It is the most taboo situation in their business to expose their traces before they make a move.

It often means seriously underestimating the enemy's strength.

While chewing gum, Luo Er stared at the window, as if he could see the hotel gate behind, and a picture of a person looking up at him downstairs.

And that person was Chen Dong.

(End of this chapter)