Hou Dasheng actually planned to retire very early. He practiced his gun occasionally on the shooting range in his hometown, punched in front of the ancestral hall, and took his children to take a walk with his wife. He went to his own restaurant in the Magic City to have a steak.

Every day is leisurely and life is relaxing and happy. This is actually what Hou Dasheng wants. He has never had any ambitions and accomplished great achievements. In fact, he just thinks about his wife and children, and his money is not much. If he has too much food and drink, he can live a better life.

There is no big requirement for a wife. It doesn’t have to be too good-looking, nor does it mean that it is difficult to accept. It’s just fine. A good person is not so much trouble at home. You are kind-hearted and polite. Don’t be proud and look at anyone like a geese.

He was willing to take care of the children, and when Hou Dasheng was too busy, he was willing to help cook a meal. He didn't have to make any money, just don't do it. In fact, these requirements are very simple, but fate is a bit unrestrained, so Hou Dasheng's departure is not as smooth as he hoped.

Hou Dasheng, who thought of working outside the office to save money for himself to marry a wife, hid in Africa in order to avoid the fact that his uncle forced him to join the army. He originally thought that he could even get a few more dates and go back to become a rich man with dough due to his skills.

God knew that he had mistakenly thought he was killing people, and he was trying his best to turn himself into a mercenary to run into a life-and-death field. He finally ran down and realized that he had not killed people back then. But because of this misunderstanding, Hou Dasheng, the mercenary, had to go on as a mercenary.

Fighting and dying, he finally left the battlefield. At that time, Hou Dasheng thought that he would stay away from the battlefield in his entire life. After hard training, he miraculously stood up again. However, the friendship between brothers was still there. When the jackal was facing life and death, he resolutely returned to his brothers.

Whether before or after the giant wolf died, when Hou Dasheng returned to the jackal again, he was trembling with fear every step, as if he was in the abyss and walking on thin ice. At this time, he deeply understood the meaning of these two sentences.

Strength is also luck, he walked down. But every step he took was full of blood. He wanted to step on the blood of others and his own people, and took the jackals out of the established destiny step by step. Anyone who tried to get himself out of his destiny would have to pay a huge price. This price, sometimes even the lives of his own and even the whole family.

What's more, what Hou Dasheng wants to bring out his fate is an organization. If Lisa and his children were not in China, Hou Dasheng would have no worries. Perhaps, he would have finally chosen to compromise like the jackal leaders of all generations. It is precisely because Lisa and his children are safe that he dared to bet on his life.

"If you retire, what are you going to do?!" Hou Dasheng looked at the crow. Although he was younger than his uncle, his temples were a little gray. Although he was shaved, the slightly exposed ends of his hair still made his age silently tell.

The crow leaned on the chair, took out two aluminum tubes and threw one for Hou Dasheng. Hou Dasheng glanced at the label on his eyes, unscrewed the aluminum tube, took out the cigar and sniffed it: "Gurkha Black Dragon? I don't seem to have seen them have this cigar..."

"They have some shares in me. Every year they will make a batch of cigars for me, not to be sold to the public." The crow smiled slightly and said softly: "Actually, I have so many hobbies? But when they brought it, they just smoked it. The taste is quite mellow, and there is one."

After pausing, the crow whispered: "Originally they wanted to wrap the cigars with gold and diamonds, and then moisten the cigars with Bordeaux wine... But I think these are all nonsense. I am not the rich people in the Middle East. I like to put gold and hang diamonds on a pile of things for no reason. I also have to work hard to increase the value rather than quality. This is completely meaningless."

"I smoke it because it's easy to smoke. Can cigars still smoke with those messy things?! A bunch of idiots!"

Hou Dasheng laughed and picked up the cigarette lighter to make the cigar full of heat. It seems that the person in charge of the company flattered the horse on the leg. However, the cigar that the crow mentioned was still produced. Hou Dasheng knew that some local tyrants in the Middle East bought the cigar and smoked it.

It is said that each of those luxurious cigars is as high as one million euros. But there are still rich people in the Middle East who are willing to pay for it. As for how much the Crow's company earns, Hou Dasheng doesn't know. But what he is sure of is that since Crow refused to smoke that cigar. That means that the quality of that cigar is not as good as he has.

"What can I do when I retire? It's naturally a retirement." But the crow said lightly: "I am different from you. You can safely return to your hometown and enjoy the joy of family. After living the rest of my life, I am destined to die alone. Maybe I will die in a bad life."

But the crow smiled faintly and said, "Actually, this is normal. People like us originally had a luxury to live forever. We can wave our hand to attract beauty pageants, drink the best Bordeaux wine, smoke cigars specially made for us, take specially customized private jets, cars and yachts... None of these does not cost."

"Everything in this world is equivalent exchange. Whatever you get is bound to be lost. I can enjoy the life of ordinary people, and naturally I cannot live a peaceful life. A good ending? That is a luxury..."

After pausing, the crow continued: "My retirement is actually a kind of attempt. There are few investors who can escape unscathed. More than two hundred years ago, one of them retired and survived twenty years and died of old age in the bed. I hope I can break his record..."

Glangval's cell phone was buzzing..." and the whole room suddenly stared at him. There were not many people calling this number at this time. The manager who had contacted was one of them. He was also the one who was most likely to call.

The call from the manager means that he has finished everything he should say. Others from the service provider do not know whether his plan is supported.

"Hello, I am Gronval." He exhaled, and Gronval answered the phone and pressed the speakerphone. The voice of the manager came from the other end of the phone, as they wished: "Dear Mr. Gronval, I am very honored to announce to you: We have now become strategic partners!"

When the manager said this, everyone in the room breathed a deep breath. However, the manager continued: "We have begun to track the whereabouts of the target. According to our latest news, he disappeared with a group of people. These people are his security forces in Europe. His combat ability is very strong."

"If there is no accident, we will receive his message within an hour." But the manager paused and continued: "We hope you know that after all, we cannot pay too much attention to his whereabouts. Otherwise, it will trigger a response from the target. This is not good for us..."

"And now, you can send your power to the Netherlands. There, our people will be responsible for providing you with venues and weapons. We have also contacted the channels. Please contact this gentleman..." The general manager said, giving a set of numbers and a name: "He will be responsible for sending your people to the target safely."

The manager said, as if he was hesitating: "We have some different suggestions on the cooperation between us..."

"We have shown our abilities, but you and your staff have not shown corresponding abilities. Cooperation is equal and cooperation. If we still need to use the viper to act, then is this kind of cooperation still meaningful?!"

"My other directors, I hope to see you and your staff show enough ability to be a collaborator," the general manager said, his voice becoming lighter: "I hope you understand that I have tried my best to do this. After all, I cannot refuse this request..."

Looking down at the microphone of the phone, Gronval whispered: "Yes, I understand very well. We will show the corresponding ability to give you a suitable explanation to your other directors. Please rest assured about this. Then, we will arrange personnel now. Happy cooperation and wish you all the best!"

"Happy cooperation. I wish you all the best!"

After hanging up the phone, Figori looked ugly and wanted to say something. But Gronval whispered: "Now is not the time to talk nonsense. The attitude of the service provider is very obvious. It is not impossible to ask them to dispatch the viper. That is what happened after we win. If we fail..."

"Believe me, those vipers will turn to clean us." Gronval breathed a deep breath and said in a low voice: "And if I had any hesitation just now, believe me! They will directly terminate their cooperation. If they have news, they have killers. If they need to launch killers to act together after giving news, then why should they cooperate with us?!"

"Don't forget what service providers do. They can recruit people and cooperate with the killers to kill the target. Why do they cooperate with us?! Why do we cooperate with others?!" Gronval swept the old men coldly and whispered: "All people gather, we will all go this time!"

When Figori heard this, he was stunned: "What?! We all go?! What should we do at that family?!"

"If you fail, is it meaningful to stay at home?!" Gronval looked at the old men with a wry smile and said, "If we die, it means failure. Do I have to say what the outcome of the rebellious losers in investors' history?! Take your all! If you lose, we will really have nothing."
Chapter completed!