1116 Poke

Beck sat back into his car. As the engine roared, he leaned back with squinted eyes, trying to recall the impression of Ethan Hunt that he just met.

Arrogant, ignorant, greedy.

Other than his strength, he had nothing.

"How the hell did he screw this up… Goddammit."

Beck couldn't hold back his puzzled brow when he thought about his previous "aide".

He laughed coldly.

"Fine with me, by killing one man, I can clean out a whole group. Those bastards' claws really do extend to extreme lengths."

As the thought flooded his mind, Beck pushed the driver from the back of the seat with his feet.

"Hurry up," Becky said.

The drive immediately accelerated, driving the car at top speed. He didn't care about the traffic lights and headed towards the underground parking lot of an office building.

Beck got off and rode the personal elevator to the meeting room on the top floor.