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M: TSIA Chapter 29: Gangster's Revenge
🕑 Added 2024-12-20 12:21:14 +0000 UTC"Oh, we're just waiting for you," Ethan replied casually, pointing to the waiting room behind. "As for your two vice presidents, they're sleeping in there. Maybe they stayed up too late watching the football game last night."
Mitat turned around in anger, his face turning bright red, but Ethan remained calm. In an instant, Ethan swiftly drew his weapon and fired several shots. As an elite CIA assassin, Ethan's attack speed was unmatched. Within seconds, Mitat followed in the footsteps of the two vice presidents who had fallen earlier.
At that moment, two men who had just entered the room didn't have time to realize what was happening. Before they could react, Lance quickly grabbed the ashtray on the desk and threw it with precision, like throwing a discus.
"Baam! Baam!"
The heads of the two men were struck hard, their faces immediately swelling. Their eyes spun, and in an instant, their bodies hit the ground with a loud thud.
Of course, they wouldn't die from just two blows, but the concussion they suffered was inevitable.
"Nice technique," Ethan then praised Lance while swinging the pistol in his hand. "However, I still recommend you stick to using the gun. When you face Wolf, you won’t have many opportunities to throw things."
Lance smiled faintly, as if not caring too much about the comment. "I'll consider it."
"Did Albino send you here? That bastard..." Mitat, who was shocked to see his group of subordinates defeated in the blink of an eye, now looked frightened. His pale face quickly pleaded, "I’ve always been loyal to that man, please... please don’t kill me."
Ethan absentmindedly rubbed the top of Mitat’s head with the barrel of his gun, then casually picked up a photo from the desk and softened his tone slightly. "Is this your daughter in the photo?"
"Don't touch my daughter!" Mitat, who had been pleading with his head lowered, suddenly became enraged and reached out to snatch the photo from Ethan’s hand.
However, as soon as Ethan pointed his weapon back at Mitat, the latter immediately recoiled in fear, once again looking pitiful.
Ethan pursed his lips, lifted the photo higher, and said, "I just wanted to ask you a fatherly question. Has your daughter ever locked herself in her room, cut her hair, dyed it red, then worn a wig, and so on?"
Mitat fell silent, his mouth moving as if he couldn’t believe the assassin would ask such a question. After a few seconds, Mitat could only answer truthfully: "Never."
Ethan's face darkened slightly, almost like a disappointed father. "I know I have a disobedient daughter."
Mitat finally reacted, scratching the back of his head in confusion. Without realizing it, Mitat turned to Lance, who seemed relatively calmer, and asked anxiously, "So, Albino didn’t send you to kill me?"
Lance casually spun the cup on the desk. "No."
Mitat snorted in frustration, both angry and confused. "Then who are you two?"
Lance responded in a light tone, as if nothing was more important than this moment. "We're looking for Albino."
"I don’t know where Albino is!" Mitat narrowed his eyes, and his lips began to tremble. "If you know Albino, you must know that the man never reveals his whereabouts. He always asks me to prepare a car for him on short notice..."
Lance smiled faintly, but said nothing.
For this mission, Lance was only responsible for military support, while interrogation and intelligence gathering, of course, were Ethan’s responsibilities.
Ethan paused for a moment, then asked directly, "When will Albino’s accountant arrive in New York?"
Mitat’s expression froze immediately. After a few seconds, his face became rigid, and Mitat asked in surprise, "Say that again, who is that?"
Ethan and Lance exchanged glances, nodded, and smiled faintly. "This guy really knows."
"I don’t..." Mitat flinched in panic. Before Mitat could continue or defend himself, Ethan raised his hand and slapped Mitat hard on the head. The blow sent Mitat staggering backward, sitting frozen in the chair. Ethan spoke with a firm tone, "Mitat, you still want to go home and have dinner with your two daughters, right? So please answer my question honestly. If not, I’ll find a way to jog your memory. Trust me, you won’t like it!"
Mitat’s face instantly turned fearful, his body shaking uncontrollably, but he chose to remain silent, unwilling to provide any information.
Mitat clearly knew these men well and understood how ruthless they were, but the two men in front of him seemed to have a more humane side, even though their firmness was hard to avoid.
Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing startled Mitat even more.
"Sorry, go ahead." Lance waved his hand at Ethan, pulling out his phone from his pocket.
It was a call from Nolan.
Lance frowned and answered the phone. From the other side, Nolan’s voice sounded anxious, "Mr. White, uh... something’s wrong with your store."
Lance remained calm, his voice flat as he said, "Please tell me."
"Oh…" Nolan hesitated slightly, and a hint of regret could be heard in his voice. Nolan knew that he had promised to protect Lance’s store and prevent anyone from disturbing it. However, something unwanted had happened. "Someone just broke into your store. A lot of things are missing and destroyed."
Lance stayed perfectly calm, his face showing no emotion. "Was it the South Front who did it?"
The area where Lance’s store was located was known for its relatively high security. So, no one else could have done something like this so boldly, except for the South Front, whom Lance had just attacked.
"Yes," Nolan replied, sounding even more guilty. "We managed to catch three troublemakers, and they’re all from the South Front."
Ethan, who had been observing Lance’s expression, raised his hand and quickly shot several of the security guards to put them back to sleep. He then casually said, "If you need to take care of something, you can go. Anyway, this man has already been captured, and I’ll make sure Mitat reveals all the information he has."
