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"Haiyao, I will not fight you to the death! If one of us has to die, I hope it is me."

Kaixin said with gentle eyes.

"No, none of us will die!" Cheng Haiyao's eyes were firm, seemingly unaware of Kaixin's feelings for her that went beyond those of ordinary sisters. "Ms. should be the one to die. She is the one who caused all the tragedy. We must fight not only for freedom, but also to protect our comrades."

“Okay, I’ll go with you, whether it’s hell or the abyss!” Kaixin said without hesitation.

The two officially joined Qin Tai's ranks, and their loyalty was also recognized by Qin Tai, both fluctuating around 80. Even though it was their first collaboration, they had already reached the level of trusted subordinates. The next step would be to become comrades-in-arms who would entrust their lives to each other.

To achieve this level of skill, I have to thank Ms. M for highlighting it.

Qin Tai gleaned a wealth of information from the two people's descriptions, ranging from Ms. M's physical appearance and personality to her life on the deserted island in Southeast Asia.

From marking locations to other details, they applied everything they had learned from Ms. M's special training to her without reservation.

“We need to hurry back. The mission is time-limited. If we can’t contact Ms. M’s people by the latest time, we’ll definitely be suspected.”

Qin Tai naturally understood that the trio had not yet gone through the graduation ceremony and were in an unstable semi-brainwashed state. To be on the safe side, Ms. M had double insurance: one was a veteran assassin who would provide regular support, and the other was Zheng, an informant planted among the three. Unfortunately, she was killed by Qin Tai in one fell swoop.

Qin Tai assured him, "Don't worry, I will protect your mother. Everything will proceed according to the plan we discussed. I believe we will meet soon, and I hope you can bring me a surprise."

Cheng Haiyao reluctantly bid farewell to her mother, and then resolutely embarked on the road back to the den of demons with Kaixin. This time, however, a flame of hope ignited in her eyes.

"Ms. Cheng, we apologize for the inconvenience and ask you to follow our arrangements for the time being to ensure your safety."

Ms. Cheng Fei said gratefully, "I'm not wronged at all. Being able to see my daughter again is worth dying for! I will follow your arrangements."

Although she was very worried about her daughter's safety and wished she could abandon all her concerns and stay by her side, her daughter had eventually grown up, had her own friends and beliefs, and as a mother, she naturally had to fully support her.

Qin Tai handed Ms. Cheng Fei over to Ai Lian, the then CEO of the security company, for arrangements. He then went to Xiao Mao and Qin Huilian's studio to inquire about the reply from Mr. Long Sanlang, the Red Army leader who had been left hanging for two days and one night.

The kitten covered its mouth and chuckled, "He sent more than twenty emails in a row and got left hanging until he went crazy. If he doesn't get a response soon, I'm afraid he'll start using his parents as the center, his relatives as the radius, and the whole world as his weapon, extending his influence to eighteen generations of his family tree."

Qin Huilian said gloatingly, "He was really intrigued. He tried to bargain in the first few emails, but then he moved to Bengbu and agreed to the astronomical price of one hundred million US dollars."

"Good, he knows when to back down! The deal is on!"

Qin Tai had already obtained all of Ms. M's detailed information. After organizing it all, he began the transaction. Long Sanlang was quick and transferred 20 million US dollars into the designated account of the Swiss bank first. Qin Tai then sent Ms. M's detailed personal information via fax, but also informed her of her troop deployment.

Less than three minutes later, Ryuzaburo's urgent email came again: "Where is the location?"

Where is Ms. M's desert island located?

Long Sanlang couldn't help but be anxious. The intelligence about Ms. M that Qin Tai sent was as detailed as the classified information held by the CIA. It even described the enemy's troop deployment, personnel ratio and defense fortifications in detail. It was truly a most important strategic resource.

Knowing the enemy's stronghold and taking advantage of their unpreparedness, he was very confident that he could wipe them out in one fell swoop!

But what's the point of providing coordinates?

This is equivalent to watching an entire trailer's highlights and a text-based analysis, and you just won't provide a magnet link.

Scratching my head in frustration!

Qin Tai's words were perfectly timed: "Same as always, money first, intelligence later."

Long Sanlang gritted his teeth, but had no choice but to obediently transfer the remaining 80 million US dollars into the other party's account.

Those Japanese from that island nation are so simple-minded. They're used as tools and yet they still eagerly offer money to others. How wonderful.

Qin Tai kept his word and sent the coordinates of Ms. M's hideout on the deserted island in Southeast Asia to Long Sanlang. The latter was overjoyed and immediately began to plan his attack and revenge.

It goes without saying that Ms. M's lair is filled with countless treasures. If it is successfully taken over, Long Sanlang's Red Army will have a firm foothold in Southeast Asia, and will be able to move freely and carry out terrorist activities without fear.

Qin Tai also thoughtfully added a piece of advice: "Because of the collapse of the dark web, Ms. M has recently left her old nest and is negotiating a white glove cooperation with Ms. C, the successor of Yao Jie, who is ranked third on the assassin list. If you want to take action, please do so as soon as possible."

Long Sanlang was overjoyed: "This news is extremely important, and I am deeply grateful!"

It seems we must take action within three days, otherwise if Ms. M escapes, wouldn't that be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains, resulting in all our efforts being in vain?

In a single day, with just two sentences, I got this island nation to spend a hundred million US dollars on me, and they were even moved to tears of gratitude!

In the back-end messages, there were also orders from Ms. M urging her to settle the payment.

Qin Tai felt relieved. As expected, the honey trap was invincible. Jiang Tiansheng, who had been cautious all his life, ultimately died because of a woman's belly.

At that moment, Qin Tai transferred eight million US dollars, minus a 20% commission, to the account designated by Ms. M. The latter sent a thank-you email immediately after receiving the payment.

"It's a pleasure working with you, Ms. C. I highly value your resources and capabilities as a front man, and we look forward to establishing a long-term partnership!"

Qin Tai smiled slightly, then typed a reply: "Dear Ms. M, I am also very satisfied with this pleasant cooperation."

Since we're partners, I'll share some crucial information about your safety with you, free of charge.

Ms. M: "What?"

"I've received word that Interpol will be conducting a major operation in Southeast Asia today, seemingly searching deserted islands one by one for clues related to classified information about the Dragon Kingdom dolls. If you're there, I hope you'll prepare your disguise and countermeasures in the near future. Interpol's forces are dispersed, so they shouldn't pose a threat to you."

Upon hearing this, Ms. M immediately replied gratefully, "Oh my goodness, Ms. C, your intelligence gathering ability has once again amazed me! You even know the movements of Interpol so clearly. I am very fortunate to have partnered with you!"

To be honest, Ms. M did recently leave the deserted island in Southeast Asia to go to Italy to discuss cooperation with the Mafia. Ms. C's intelligence came at a very opportune time. If Interpol's eyes are already on Southeast Asia, she would definitely be caught red-handed if she came out rashly. Wouldn't that be like walking into a trap?

Therefore, the wisest choice is to stay in the hideout and avoid being searched.

Even if Interpol did manage to find their hideout, how many people and how many guns would they have?

Wiping them out in no time and then gracefully relocating to their new base is a piece of cake.