Dreaming of a cruel mercenary 2 

"hey hey it's me" The man who just opened the door screamed

It was the man they were all waiting for.

Jeff

He looked so much like an ordinary guy with his blue office t-shirt with stripes on it and work briefcase.

A lot of people didn't know this, but aside from being one of the most powerful and efficient assassins in the federation, he was also a small-time stock broker.

And a very unsuccessful one at that. All his cash was often spent on trash stocks and expensive hobbies.

He was the definition of weird.

But no one in the mercenary or assassin world would ever doubt his ability to cause mayhem.

They all gently put their guns down.

"May I take your case, sir?" The butler's voice at the door sounded

The whole room full of people looked at the butler with dismissive eyes.

"Hmm, no thank you," Jeff said as he walked into the shack.

"Heyyy, old man drizzle, it's been a long time!" Jeff walked toward the old man with a bulky physique and hugged him.

"Ha-ha, Jeff, you haven't changed a bit. How is the job?" The old man asked Jeff

"Well, old man drizzle, the stock market has been doing great lately; stocks with so much potential are currently selling at low prices, and you can make a good profit with small investments." Jeff started ranting about the stock market.

He even handed out some pamphlets to everyone in the room.

This was the strongest mercenary in the federation, a real inspiration

"So who wants to buy some stocks?" Jeff said with a smile on his face.

"Nope, not interested."

"no way"

"You're joking, brother Jeff."

"Take a seat, Jeff, the meeting is about to begin," agent Frankenstein said.

Oh, Jeff walked to the seat that was reserved for him and sat down. He seemed dejected at his failure to get them to invest.

"Well, I am pretty sure most of us here are aware of the reason for this meeting, but for those who aren't, I'll make it plain and simple." while pouring himself a glass of wine, agent Frankenstein said.

"Our lives and means of livelihood are in danger," he said as he took a tall glass of wine.

"duh? "When have our lives ever been safe? Get to the point, Frankenstein," said the man who demanded money from agent Frankenstein .

He seemed hell-bent on causing problems for Agent Frankenstein.

And it was irritating Frankenstein, but he still didn't pay him much attention.

Only he knew what was going through his mind.

"The Green World Company." When agent Frankenstein said those words, the whole room went silent.

The Green World Company had grown to massive heights during the years, and their influence had become unfathomable.

They didn't need mercenaries anymore because they had their own combat specialist teams.

They all frowned when they heard the Green World Company's name because most of them in the room had helped the company grow one way or another.

But now they couldn't control it.

They had created a monster that wanted to swallow them up.

"Focus your attention on the screen," agent Frankenstein said to the crowd of assassins.

A scene suddenly came up on the screen.

This was a battle.

Well, it wasn't really a battle; it was an ambush.

"5 on 1?"

That's unfair

But that one person was very skilled, an assassin of the highest order.

He almost mopped the floor with all five

It was an absolute beatdown.

"Look right here," agent Frankenstein said, pointing to a man on the screen.

He was drinking a serum.

And suddenly, after doing so

boomm"

He managed to strike the assassin on the screen, and at that moment, the wind of the fight started changing directions.

Soon they all managed to gulp down a serum each.

From there, the fight became a one-sided beatdown, but this time it was the assassin that got her ass handed to her.

"Hmm, why are you showing this to us, agent Frankenstein?" jeff asked

"Patience," he replied.

And soon enough, the fight came to a close.

The assassin was killed.

"scary stuff Is this a movie night or something? "People get killed every day; why should we care?" This time it was the man in black from the armoured car that spoke.

"This is one of the Green World Companies' elite teams," said agent Frankenstein.

"Well, duh," said the lady next to the gentleman.

"Let me finish," agent Frankenstein became irritated by their lack of respect.

He knew they were doing it to annoy him because he had offended many of them.

"Whatever," the lady beside the gentleman replied.

"That assassin was..."

"Scarlet," agent Frankenstein said

"what??" The first person to react was the gentleman in the black suit.

He and scarlet, used to be a thing, as in they were in a relationship

"It's true," the old man drizzle said from the side.

"She has been missing for a month; we even sent out people to search for her," the old man drizzle said.

"How old is this video?" The gentle man who was on his feet asked

He was boiling.

"Two weeks," the old man drizzle answered.

When the gentleman heard this, he erupted in anger

"You were aware of this for two weeks?" He screamed at Agent Frankenstein as he grabbed him by the collar.

"If you don't want to lose your hands, you'll let me down right away," agent Frankenstein said coldly.

Killing intent was now visible in his eyes.

As a result, the gentle man froze and quickly let go of agent Frankenstein.

"Try that again, and I will let you join her," agent Frankenstein said.

It took a lot of control for him not to slit the gentleman's throat just now.

And who could blame him? They were all trained assassins here, who knew whether the gentleman had a contract to kill him and was just using this as an excuse.

"It's not his fault; he was trying to keep the fact that we knew this under wraps, the official report is that she has been hired as a permanent staff at the Green World Company base," the old man drizzle comforted the gentlemen.

"What are we going to do to get revenge?" The gentleman asked

The lady that the gentleman came with sneered

Seeing how her "boyfriend" was acting made her frown.

"That is not what we are here for, unfortunately," agent Frankenstein said to the gentleman.

"These serums with the little bottles are called green beast serums; they were developed by the green world company a long time ago, but they were classified as defective even when I researched them," Frankenstein added.

"I didn't know when they perfected it to this extent," Frankenstein said.

"If they manage to mass produce this, we will all become obsolete." The old man had a serious look on his face when he said that.

"After killing us off, they would probably get in touch with several organizations to fund their program, effectively becoming the world police." Jeff frowned as he rubbed his chin.

"They are already in contact with the Hunter Heaven Association." Agent Frankenstein continued

"We have to stop them," he continued.

"What's the plan?" the gentleman asked.

Agent Frankenstein nodded and walked over to get a chair.

He then sat down opposite the group.

"There's only one solution," agent Frankenstein said.

as he took a sip of wine

"We have to delay," he added.

"We have to blow up their supply right now so we can have ample time to take care of them. We will blow up their storage facility in their headquarters." As he said that, he took another sip of wine.

They all looked at him in anticipation.

Agent Frankenstein was the most scheming person they knew; he always had a plan.

And that was one of the reasons they disliked and feared him.

"We all know the Green World Company's headquarters is one of the most secure places in the world, so how do we get in?" the gentleman asked.

"Hmm, we are going to need some extra help," agent Frankenstein said.

"Who in the federation will have the balls to go with one of your plans other than us?" The man who was frequently causing trouble for Agent Frankenstein said mockingly

Although it was far-fetched to say no one would work with him, it did have some truth in it.

"Those who don't have a choice," agent Frankenstein explained.

"And who might that be?" the man asked.

This time, Jeff was the one who responded, "The Federation."

And he was right.

The federation would never allow such a power to appear under its rule, especially from private organizations.

"Don't tell me you are now working with the federation again," the gentleman said as he rose to look around.

Although mercenaries were legal

They still did some questionable things that would make the federation dislike them, so they always tried their best to steer clear of the authorities.

"Calm down," said agent Frankenstein.

"This is what we are going to do."