American variety show: Sniper Elite

Chapter 171 The Four Reappear

Five days later.

Blue appeared at the hotel, and the two-meter-tall giant demanded to see Beta.

In the room with its dark solid wood floors, Blue spread a thick stack of documents in front of Beta, his thick fingers lightly pointing to key information.

"Your itinerary was leaked from the dock. Someone bribed the dock manager to specifically monitor your ship. They will be notified immediately as soon as your ship leaves the port."

He pulled out a photo and pushed it toward Beta: "The assassin you killed was indeed a CIA agent, but the trail ends here."

Blue frowned: "No electronic records can be found for any relevant information. It is very likely that it is stored as a purely physical file, completely bypassing the digital system."

“The mastermind is Elton Webber.” Blue pulled out another file: “He is the head of a secret CIA project.”

He shook his head: "But what exactly the plan is, we've used all our channels but haven't been able to find out a single clue."

Beta's fingers tapped on the file, sunlight illuminating his furrowed brow. This man named Weber was clearly much more troublesome than he had imagined.

Beta asked, "Can you find any trace of this Weber?"

Blue nodded: "As long as he shows up, we can pinpoint his location at any time."

“Very good.” Beta slowly stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the New York skyline. “Keep an eye on him. Whether he’s trying to warn me or intimidate me.”

He turned around: "Since you dare to provoke me, you'll have to pay the price."

Blue nodded slightly: "It will cost more."

Beta raised an eyebrow: "Name your price."

“Two million.” Blue looked directly into Beta’s eyes. “US dollars.”

Beta paused for a moment: "That makes sense."

He stood up, straightened his suit cuffs, and said, "Given your professional expertise and my status, this price is very fair."

Outside the window, a helicopter roared past, its sound echoing in the conference room.

There was a gentle knock on the office door, and Katalia entered. Her gaze lingered on Blue for a moment before shifting to Beta, her red lips slightly pursed.

Beta stood up knowingly: "Then it's settled."

He nodded slightly in Katalia's direction: "I still have guests to entertain."

Blue's massive frame slowly rose from the chair: "Goodbye, Mr. Wick."

"Goodbye." Beta extended his hand, and their hands clasped in mid-air. Blue's large hand almost completely enveloped Beta's.

As Blue's imposing figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor, Katalia leaned against the doorframe: "Your 'special operations team' has arrived."

She counted on her fingers: "A muscular black man, a madman with shifty eyes, a lame man with a cane, and an old man."

Beta looked at Katalia: "They came quickly, and just in time. Let them come up."
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As soon as Bru reached the elevator, the metal door opened with a "ding".

Blue and the four people in the elevator made eye contact with each other.

The middle-aged man with a cane pushed up his glasses; the muscular young Black man with headphones on; the white man in a Burberry Polo shirt, revealing a Patek Philippe watch; and the balding man with darting eyes, his mouth twitching nervously.

Blue stepped back half a step to make way, and the four of them filed out.

As the sound of a cane passed by, he suddenly spoke: "Sterling."

The cane stopped with a "click".

The four men turned around in unison. The young Black man took off his headphones, the man in the polo shirt narrowed his eyes, and the balding man's fingers were already reaching for his waist. "You hacked into the FBI very skillfully, but data can be deleted, but memories can't be erased." He tapped his temple with his thick fingers: "Friendly reminder, agents are already watching you."

"What the hell did you say?!" The balding Fulton sprang to his feet, rushing towards Blue in a few strides. He had to crane his neck to meet Blue's gaze, but that didn't stop him from spitting as he yelled, "You want to die, huh? I'll—"

McCree grabbed Fulton by the back of his collar, and Sterling's cane conveniently positioned itself between the two.

Sterling pushed up his glasses: "Have we met before?"

Blue did not answer immediately.

He first scrutinized Fulton, who was still struggling, and said, "You need to take care of him. His health is terrible, and his hormone levels are completely out of whack."

After saying that, he turned to Sterling: "I know you because of your frequent hacking of the FBI database."

“Although your method was very clean, you still left some clues.” He straightened the collar of his suit, which Fulton had wrinkled. “I was just giving you a friendly reminder because of your working relationship with Mr. Wick.”

Sterling tapped his cane lightly on the ground twice, and after a moment of silence, he nodded slightly: "Understood, thank you."

Blue nodded in acknowledgment: "You're welcome."

He turned and stepped into the elevator, pressing the floor button.

The metal door closed slowly, but the four men's eyes remained fixed on him. Sterling thoughtfully stroked the end of his cane, McCree subtly adjusted his collar, Fuldy put his headphones back on, and Fulton was breathing heavily.

As the elevator doors closed completely, the floor numbers on the display screen began to change, leaving only the varying depths of breathing from the four people in the corridor.

Sterling said, "Let's go, don't keep Mr. Wick waiting."

McCree dragged Fulton along like a mad bulldog on a leash.

When the double doors to the conference room were pushed open, Sterling's cane froze in mid-air.

Katalia leaned against the window, toying with a silver coin between her fingers. Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting shadows on her.

Sterling remembered the woman clearly; she was "Mr. Hat's" close partner.

Beta, seated at the end of the long table, slowly raised his eyelids, his fingers interlaced on the tabletop, the platinum cufflinks on his sleeves gleaming.

McCree's hand froze on Fulton's shoulder. Fowdy's headphones fell to the ground with a "thud," the cable snaking across the floor like a snake.

“Wow! This isn’t Mr. Hat’s—” Fulton’s hoarse voice broke the silence.

McCree covered his foul mouth: "Please forgive his rudeness, Mr. Wick. He hasn't taken his medicine today."

The only sound in the conference room was Fulton's muffled "ooh" as his mouth was covered.

Beta nodded slightly and gestured for them to proceed: "It seems you all know her well?"

Sterling leaned his cane against the conference table and slowly sat down: "Well... we have met a few times."

McCree shoved Fulton into a chair and casually popped a piece of chewing gum into his mouth. Fuldy, looking down and fiddling with his detached headphone cord, wisely chose to remain silent in this important setting.

McCree straightened his polo shirt and carefully chose his words: "Indeed, we have done business with this lady."

Beta nodded: "Very good."

He looked around at the four people: "Having mutual acquaintances makes cooperation smoother."

Fuldi finally finished winding up the headphone cord, but still didn't look up. Fulton chewed his gum, his eyes darting back and forth between Beta and Katalia, when McCree pinched his thigh hard under the table.

(End of this chapter)