Chapter 12: A deal

Paul was very depressed.

He originally thought that after a few missions, he would be able to complete the new achievement task. He didn't expect the unlocking conditions to be so strict.

Including his target, only one of the six gangsters was a qualified villain!

So what were the rest of the gangsters?

Could it be that under their ferocious faces, they still had childlike innocence in their hearts?

"Ding!"

The elevator reached the first floor, and the doors slowly opened.

Mond's forehead was covered in cold sweat. Although he really wanted to run away from the monster in front of him that could resurrect after being riddled with bullets, Paul's eyes were fixed on him, so he didn't dare to move a muscle.

Under Mond's desperate gaze, Paul pressed the button for the top floor of the apartment.

They were locked in the elevator full of corpses again.

Mond swallowed and broke the silence first: "We probably don't know each other. We are the Russian Ross gang. If you mess with us... the entire gang won't let you go."

His words were somewhat threatening, but his tone was extremely humble.

So, they were still professionals after all.

Even if they spoke harshly, they made sure the other party would listen comfortably, lest the other party lash out in anger.

Paul smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. You just need to answer a few questions for me."

Hearing his words, Mond was shocked.

Was this person really sent by another gang? Trying to inquire about inside information and intelligence on the Russian Ross gang?

Mond hesitated slightly. "What questions?"

Paul pointed at the five corpses on the ground with his gun.

"Which of them is the worst?"

"Uh?"

Mond was a little confused; this question was completely unexpected.

"They should... be about the same."

"Impossible!"

Paul shook his head. If they were all equally bad, his progress bar wouldn't only show one.

Now Paul needed to find the worst one and see how thick their criminal history was, so he could identify suitable targets later.

"Before the elevator reaches the top floor, you have to find the worst guy and then tell me his criminal history and how bad he is." Paul raised his gun and pointed it at Mond's forehead.

Mond wanted to cry but had no tears. How could he determine that?

Do criminals these days need to prepare resumes in advance!?

Seeing the elevator about to reach the top floor, Mond quickly pointed to a corpse and said, "It's him! He must be the worst!"

"He is our leader and one of Vladimir's top officers. He has done a lot of dirty work for the gang over the years, and Vladimir entrusted him with this transaction. His criminal record could fill books."

Paul became interested: "What deal?"

Mond was speechless, realizing he had said too much.

Watching Paul slowly put his finger on the trigger, Mond's heart skipped a beat. He opened the silver case he had been holding, revealing it was full of bags of transparent crystals.

Seeing the pile of illegal chemicals, Paul narrowed his eyes slightly.

No wonder he saw a group of gangsters gathered together. They were planning a major criminal activity.

Wait, criminal activity?

An idea suddenly popped into Paul's mind.

"Give me the box."

Paul extended his hand, leaving no room for negotiation.

Mond hesitated for a few seconds, then finally gritted his teeth and handed the box over.

"Of course, I won't take your box for nothing."

Paul fumbled in his pocket and took out the two USD bills and a five-cent coin left over from the taxi ride.

After thinking about it, he stuffed the bills back and threw the coin toward Mond.

"This is your money."

"..."

Mond looked at the five-cent coin in his hand, feeling greatly humiliated.

The muscles on his face twitched involuntarily, and he forced a smile. "No need. The box is yours."

Paul's eyes grew cold. "Are you looking down on me? Do you think I'm the kind of person who takes things for free?"

Are you insane!?

Mond resisted the urge to grab the gun from the ground and fight the monster to the death.

Remaining humble on the surface, he picked up the coin willingly.

"Definitely not. Thank you so much."

"This is a fair and just transaction without any shady dealings," Paul corrected.

'Five cents in exchange for my hundreds of thousands of goods.This is what you call fairness and justice without shady dealings!?'

Mond dared not speak out, just praying for this guy to let him go, freeing him from the confines of this elevator.

He swore that as soon as this ordeal was over, he would take the stairs for the rest of his life!

No matter how high the floor, he would never take an elevator again!

He almost had a psychological phobia of elevators now!