Female Novel
Chapter 534
Christian came close to Joyce and blew softly in her ear, gangly, which seemed like he was flirting.
"Oh, that's quite something to ask. So you want an empty check? What am I capable of doing for you? I
can't do killing and setting fire jobs."
Joyce snickered and dusted him off.
"Surely it won't be something difficult for you, not against the law, not against your heart, within your
ability. Don't worry." Christian assured.
"OK. You tell me. What information did you get?"
Joyce had a straightforward nature and there was always a price to pay for getting anything. Whatever
it was that he wanted her to do, and it's not against the law, and it's not against her heart, and it's within
her ability, sure, she could accept it.
"It's not convenient to talk here with people coming and going, so you come with me." Christian hooked
his little finger and threw a wink at her as he straightened up and crossed his long, slender legs past
Joyce.
Joyce looked slightly wary, but followed him to an unoccupied place between two buildings.
It's not spacious enough for two people to pass through side by side, but it's very secluded. And there
was a wall at the end, so one could only enter and exit through the entrance.
"Go ahead." Joyce leaned her back against the old brick wall, arms around her chest, waiting for him to
speak up.
"This Ricky is quite something. Former Special Forces, very agile, very accurate with his shooting, and
very good at counter-surveillance. He had been on foreign missions before. Two years ago he returned
to the domestic military zone, became Charlotte's personal lieutenant, and has now been promoted to
captain." Christian began to say.
"Huh."
Joyce couldn't help but laugh, "What you just said, Karl has all found out. Mr. Ballard, is that all you can
tell me?"
"Don't worry, I'm not done yet. I was just briefing you on his background."
Christian smiled mysteriously lightly and continued.
"On the surface, he was a special forces soldier who had been on overseas missions. But that's not
true, and he faked it all. His real identity abroad is a mercenary. Do you understand mercenary?"
"Taking money from people?" Joyce raised an eyebrow.
"Well. To put it nicely, they are mercenaries, and to put it directly, they are no different from killers.
However, ordinary killers would not take special tasks. Mercenaries take all kinds of tasks, from anyone
who can pay the price – assassination, or counter-terrorism. No matter who it is, as long as they pay
enough, there will be people selling their lives." Christian explained.
"I know. I've heard of mercenaries. So, then what? What does that tell you about Ricky, who came fromnovelbin
a killer background and hid his unsavory resume to enter the military?"
Joyce had contact with mercenaries, and Georgia, the prison guard who died in the kidnapping
incident, had also been a mercenary and became a prison guard later. Georgia said that the people
who were after them should all be mercenaries.
Thinking about it, she couldn't help but frown even deeper.
"Don't worry, I haven't gotten to the point." Christian sold off, and said slowly, "Khebury's arms market
are under my control. The other day, I learned something. There were people who anonymously rented
sniper rifles on the black market for a high price. You know, Khebury is quite a peaceful city, and there
has not been such a thing for a long time."
"A sniper rifle?" Joyce exclaimed, reacting almost instantly, "It can't be, awm?"
Christian reached out and flicked her forehead, "Smart. No wonder so many men like you. I like you
too, why not give me a chance?"
He started to shake off the bum again before he had a few serious words.
Joyce stretched her leg and kicked him, "Talk properly!"