Chapter 26: Bounty

"How much is our bounty?"

"Kingpin offered 5 million, and the Russian gang gave 10 million. If we get caught, they'll pay a total of 15 million USD."

"This is a huge loss!"

"What loss?" Frank frowned.

"I'm talking about the commission I accepted. The employer's request was to destroy the drug trade of the Russian gang. I thought it was just an ordinary gang deal, but I never expected it to go this way. In the end, I offended both Kingpin and the Russian gang." Paul said with a somewhat depressed expression, "The most outrageous thing is that the reward for this commission is only a mere 100,000 USD. Isn't this bullying honest people?"

Frank looked at Paul expressionlessly. Although they hadn't known each other for long, Frank didn't think Paul had anything to do with the word "honest."

In short, Paul revealed the whole situation to Frank, having nothing to hide anyway. Although Frank didn't mention it from beginning to end, Paul knew that many of his secrets had been exposed to the other party, including his identity as a mercenary.

Ignoring Paul's ugly face that only cared about money, Frank slowly said, "An important member of the Russian gang trades drugs with Kingpin's subordinates, but the employer easily knew where they were trading... There is a problem with this commission."

After pondering for a moment, Frank suddenly came to an unexpected conclusion. Hearing this, Paul was thoughtful, "Listening to you, this commission is really not right. Back then, I had to travel all over New York by car to find a gangster, but this time it was easy to find them. It was a little too smooth. It feels like someone dug a hole to lure me into it on purpose."

Frank said calmly, "I'm afraid it wasn't aimed at you, but you just happened to fall into it."

"You mean, someone is using this commission to fish?"

Frank nodded and asked, "Who is your employer?"

"I don't know. The employer's information is confidential. Maybe I can find some clues after I go back."

Under Frank's reminder, the more Paul thought about it, the more he felt that this commission was weird. Originally, he just wanted to unlock the achievement, and when he saw that it was a gangster's drug trade, he accepted the commission for convenience. But now he found that this commission seemed to be a deep pit, waiting for someone to jump into it.

Paul was going to go back and ask Weasel. Speaking of this, Paul looked at Frank, "By the way, why did you appear there?"

Frank was silent and did not answer Paul's question. Paul immediately became unhappy. "This is a bit too much. I answered everything you asked tonight, but you didn't say anything. After all, we are comrades who have experienced life and death, and I saved your life."

"There is no need to mention this." Frank had seen Paul's thick skin. Frank was silent for a while, and finally said, "Curry was my target, but you killed him."

It was indeed a coincidence, as Paul was commissioned to be there, and Frank had his own goals that night. That was to kill Curry, the leader of a drug trafficking organization. If Paul didn't show up, Frank would still take action to get rid of Curry. With his style, he would definitely not let go of Curry's other gangsters, and the ending would probably be no different from now.

"I see." Paul nodded. "By the way, I still don't know your name. My name is Paul, and I'm an ordinary worker."

"Frank." Frank replied coldly, "I've answered your question, now you should leave. You'd better find a place where no one will know and hide, and don't let them find you."

"Why hide?"

"Did you not understand what I said? We have been offered a reward. As long as you show your face, they will find you again soon."

Paul touched his face, "Are you sure they can recognize me?"

"..."

Frank was speechless. Indeed, Asian faces are hard to distinguish from their point of view. If two people are not put together, the difference in their appearance is basically unrecognizable. This is a natural camouflage, just like black people automatically hide at night.

"Besides, aren't you also offered a reward? Are you planning to hide too?"

"It's better for them to find me, so that I don't need to waste my time looking for them," Frank said coldly. If he was afraid of being exposed, he would not fight criminals with nothing in disguise. All he wanted was for criminals to feel horrified at the sight of his face.

Feeling the strong killing intent in Frank's bones, Paul knew that he was worrying for nothing. This fierce man probably wished that the criminals would come to his door themselves. Paul stood up, found a pen and paper, and wrote down a number, "Alright, if you need help, just call me."

After all, he was the one who implicated Frank, and if something happened to him, his conscience would be troubled. After speaking, Paul left the room. Before leaving, he took a reluctant look at the Gatling. Seeing this Frank was vigilant, he was afraid that Paul would suddenly run out with the Gatling in his arms.