The room was dim and there was a smell of wood mold in the air. Dior and the other two were very familiar with this smell. When they were forest rangers in Canada, they had been sniffing it and they were about to vomit.

Behind the dark table in the corner, a man whose face was invisible, was spraying mist with a cigar in his mouth. He watched the pheasant bring three men, threw the match into the ashtray, coughed twice and said.

"Dio... a native of Toulouse, a small town in southern France, is 41 years old, enlisted at the age of 20, and retired at the age of 37. As a result, your limited retirement money is implicated in the bankruptcy case of a small bank in your hometown and you have lost all your money..."

"I had to find a forest ranger far away from Canada through my friend's relationship. The purpose was to avoid debts, right?"

"Fedia, Bernanke... Two rogues on the streets of Lyon made a living by helping usury to collect debts, but they forced a mother and son to death because of debt collection. Your boss pushed all the responsibility on your head..."

"After escaping to Canada, my fellow countryman Dior took you in and lived together in the mountains and forests of Canada for three years..."

The resumes of Dior and his three-person Dior arrived by Wanwan, the opposite person. They have detailed records from their childhood privacy to their experiences in the military, and even how many antiques Dior snatched from Beijing.

Dior is not poor. After he retired from the army for many years, he also made a small fortune when he was in China. According to principles, these assets are enough for him to live a safe and prosperous life for the rest of his life. At least there is no problem in maintaining a middle-class living standard.

Unfortunately, his money was deposited in the wrong bank. In that era, there was no saying that the banking industry had to bear the risk. The depositors' money in the bank had to bear the risk of bank bankruptcy and then losing all their money.

Dior was in trouble and met a bad capitalist. The bank that was originally a local prestigious bank went bankrupt overnight. Dior returned to extreme poverty and even owed high foreign debts.

He had no choice but to escape with the help of his friends. His wife and daughter are now working as small workers in New York, USA and struggling to survive, while he carried Canada to work as a dangerous forest ranger.

Originally, Dior thought that the rest of his life would have been living alone, earning a little money every month, sending most of it to his wife and daughter in New York. The rest of the life might not be able to return to his hometown in his whole life.

But three months ago, he received a telegram from an old British friend, whom he met during the war to jointly fight against the Qing Empire. Fighting side by side made their friendship extremely strong. In the telegram, the old friend introduced him to a very dangerous job, but as long as it could be completed, not to mention paying off his debts, it would be fine if he bought a small manor in his hometown.

Of course, the telegram did not say so clearly, but many clues were revealed between the lines. Dior knew very well that this year, it was impossible to have such high returns except for the transaction of killing and setting fire.

Comrades-in-arms introduced to themselves a beheading business, and they are taking their lives to gamble!

However, Dior doesn't care. He has the potential to be a desperate. He thinks it's worth it to trade his life for his wife and daughter in the second half of his life.

Dior and the other two discussed it in the middle of the night, but that night it swept the pockets of all the workers in the forest and snatched their last little cash to buy the boat ticket.

The three of them are still trying their best. If the deal is defeated, they will not be able to go back in Canada.

Dior sat at the table, reached out and lit up the kerosene lamp, and the familiar face of his comrade appeared in front of him.

"Oliver... I haven't seen him for a long time, but I don't even have a glass of wine? This is not like you before!"

The expected intimate hug scene did not appear, and the old friend Oliver looked extremely cold, "Dio, we can talk nonsense afterwards about greetings. Since you are here, it means you are mentally prepared. Have you really decided to work hard to exchange this money?"

"You have to remember that there is more than 90% chance that you will die, and the commission can only be enjoyed by your family... Are you ready to die?

The three Diors had a hideous expression and twisted for a long time before they spoke, "What's the difference between living like this and dying... Let's talk about the price first! Let's see if the price you offered is enough to buy our lives!

"One person has 100,000 pounds! Is it enough!

Hiss... the three of them took a breath of air conditioning "Three hundred thousand... pounds?

This is simply a huge sum of money that can be imagined. An ordinary blue-collar worker in the UK earns only more than 100 pounds a year. If a family of three can spend ten pounds a month, it will be quite rich, and it can ensure that there are sausages and milk on the table every day.

Three hundred thousand pounds are definitely astronomical, so big that they dare not even think about it.

"That's right, it's 300,000 pounds. This is the price after the mission is successful. If the mission fails... don't worry, if you fail, you will definitely die. Then your family can still get a pension of 20,000 pounds!"

Dior blinked, "The mission is completed, it is 300,000 yuan. If the mission is not completed, there will be only 60,000 yuan in pension? It's such a good deal! I have another condition..."

"Say!" Oliver nodded.

"The pension of 60,000 must be given to us first. This is the deposit... It's not that I don't believe you, it's because it involves the food rations of the whole family after the three of us die. We have to let our wife and children survive, so we have to send the money first..."

"The requirements are reasonable, I can agree...but are you mentally prepared? Do you really want to take on this dangerous task?"

Dior did not hesitate at all. "We have figured it out for more than a month after the ship drifted on the Atlantic Ocean! No matter how dangerous it is, we will take this job!"

Oliver sighed, took out a bottle of red wine and several cigars from under the desk and handed it over, "My old friend, tell you the truth, you are not going to die for the mission, but you have no chance of survival..."

"A such a high price is to buy your life. Even if you complete the mission very successfully, you will escape smoothly... Those big names behind me who don't know their identities will destroy you!"

"This money is not easy to take! And you have to understand that as long as I say the task and you hear it, you will have no choice. You can't do it even if you want to..."

"Oliver... take your hand away from under the desk. I know there is a pistol on it, and I also know that you ambushed at least twenty killers in the big white goose. I can feel their breathing and murderous aura!"

"We haven't experienced anything on the battlefield? I've long been indifferent to life and death... Let's talk about your mission!"

"Okay! Have fun... Have a drink first to enhance your courage!"

A large bottle of red wine poured four cups, and the four of them tilted their heads and fucked them all.

The wine at the corner of Oliver's mouth was as bright as blood. He lowered his voice and said in a very low voice, "Let's take action the day after tomorrow... We have already helped you step on it, in the pine forest outside the suburbs of the West District..."
Chapter completed!