Wells believed in his feelings. He had encountered this situation during his time at work. He knew at that time that the nature of the association was not only to make profits, but also as a secret institution, screening these natural, or less artificially involved surgeons.

The association has a long history. Every year, we make a lot of money from all kinds of rich people and powerful people. However, because we have worked in it for many years, Wells has had the opportunity to attend several summary meetings of similar associations. In terms of the content of the meeting, the profits are always placed at the end. At first, I thought that this was done because the profits were indeed not high enough, and putting them behind can avoid attracting the attention of the final controller.

This was probably the case in the next few times. Wells didn't care at the beginning, but at one of the meetings, the senior executives of the association were very excited when they reported their work. Later, he knew what happened, and the entire association was rewarded generously. As for what the reward was, Wells didn't know, but because of this situation, he secretly conducted a small investigation himself.

It was also from that time that he suddenly realized that the nature of the association is similar to his work, and it is both a middleman. The difference is that the association, the middleman, works for specific people and has a larger structure. It is not limited to the Ying'ans Public Security Bureau, but in other countries around, there is also the shadow of the association. It radiates a large area and covers dozens of countries. The association he is in is just a branch in this huge structure.

And the same situation was five years ago. Wells had already known that the real purpose of the association's existence was not to rely on these bounty hunters and mercenaries to make profits, but to analyze them in a specific and rational manner through the collection of various information and some tasks to achieve the purpose of strict screening.

In the association, the task level is generally divided into five levels. The highest is the zero-level task. However, there is a tradition here. Level 1 and zero-level tasks have always been published by the senior executives of the association themselves. What is their content and who will be completed? People like Wells will not know.

So he guessed that these might be the final assessment tasks, Wells thought about it very early. Because during the long period of work, he said that in the areas he managed, including the loss of personnel and movement, as well as the factors that caused death due to the failure of the task, some people who had tried to provide high conditions to stay did disappear completely from sight without realizing it.

Wells felt that his guess was sufficient evidence to support it. In addition, the turmoil involving the entire architecture five years ago, he believed that what happened in the past two weeks should be a signal. Five years ago, the association contracted in half a month, and the order issued by the senior management was to come in for a period of time without accepting any tasks. Then, it was a summary of information and information. Wells remembered that at that time, he and the same areas as him were called to a huge conference room in a hotel, and people they had never seen before came to ask some details.

At that time, some middle and high-level officials in the association who he knew were in front of those people, just like facing Ms. Rachel himself. They always lowered their heads and kept their smiles facing the ground. That was definitely a manifestation of fear. Wells, who had a deep understanding of this movement, could not understand it.

"But, I wrote these words out and handed them over to Ms. Rachel, which seemed to be no evidence to help me. I followed the corresponding process in the middle and then left it to the senior management to judge. This time is enough to die many times." Wells said to himself, "Why is it myself?" He sighed, but it was more like complaining. This would be like let Wells explain something that he had no idea at all, and all information and information had to be collected by himself, without the assistance of the corresponding personnel.

Putting down his pen, Wells walked a few laps in the small room, and then he had to sit down. Even if there was no good idea, he thought he had to write this out. No matter what the result was, it would be better than standing there without hope to wait for him to be hung.

"Young Master Holden's death is likely to be discovered during the investigation. After being noticed by the other party, it was carried out corresponding actions." After writing this sentence, Wells found that suddenly there seemed to be nothing he could write.

After knowing that Holden died in the area he managed, Wells thought of going to investigate. He arranged for personnel to collect all the suspicious information in those days and handed it over to the association. But he had read the information and could not extract anything valuable. The other party handled the traces very cleanly. Wells believed that the association was still looking for Holden's body and the possible places where he was killed.

In a vain behavior, Wells remembered the man he met, and felt that he had been targeted a long time ago. This was a planned action. After writing this sentence, Wells put down his pen, got up and sorted out a few pieces of paper, pressed it with a cup, and then lay on the bed, and fell asleep completely in less than a moment.

These days, he is really tired.

The next morning, Wells woke up from his sleep and felt his head hurt so much. He went to the bathroom to take a hot shower and at least relieved it. He sat by the bed until his symptoms completely disappeared before he changed his clothes and went to the hotel's free buffet breakfast restaurant.

In fact, there is no need to eat at all. Wells didn't feel hungry from his stomach pouch at all. He just needed to do something to distract himself. He was under a lot of pressure because he knew that escaping had no effect at all. In his opinion, the power of the association seemed irresistible, and leaving alone would only accelerate his own death.

It was exactly six:30 in the morning, and the sky was still dark outside. There were less than a dozen people in the restaurant. Wells took some food by himself, found a seat by the window, and ate it bite by bit. His attention was so dispersed by various things that another person held a full plate of food, pulled a chair and sat opposite him, and he noticed it.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! His whole body was shaken a little, and he used habitual protection movements. His hand immediately touched his waist and placed it on the pistol at his waist, then looked at the opposite side. It was a young man, Wells' first impression. The face of an ordinary person, but there was an indescribable smell. When he reacted, Wells remembered that this feeling was very similar to the time five years ago.

Those who asked themselves questions in the hotel conference room had an indescribable sense of oppression. Although they did not show it in any words or actions, Wells understood at that time that he had a gap between him and those people that had accumulated since birth.

Seeing this, the man sitting opposite immediately waved his hand, "Don't do this, Mr. Wells, this is a public place, and it's very troublesome to deal with some things. But the time node is coming soon, so I have to come out to talk to you."

Wells took a deep breath, stood up immediately, picked up his own plate: "I don't know you, and there is nothing to talk to between us. I guess you recognized the wrong person, sir."

"Are you worried that someone would monitor you?" The other party saw Wells get up, put down the tableware and said, "Mr. Wells, do you really think that the people in your association will be so relieved of you and don't send anyone to follow you behind you?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"You must know why I can find you and have breakfast with you this morning." The man said, and stopped when he saw Wells, nodded and signaled Wells to sit down because someone had seen him. "There are many words, you will definitely be interested."

After about half a minute, Wells, who was standing still, returned to his seat.

"When you came out of the tavern yesterday, there were three people following you. They were all very strong. They should be people in the association who were good at this. But, they fell into the underground waterway shortly after they came out because of their feet slipping and all fell to death." The man said, "Do you want to see the evidence? I took the photos, but I don't know if you recognize them." As he said that, he took out three photos, all of which were taken in a corpse.

Wells became silent after seeing it, and he put the photo in his pocket. Seeing this, the man said, "You can only look at it yourself, don't think about handing it over to the association. Before the people above the association came here, I actually didn't want to pay attention to you. It was a total waste of time. It was just that someone thought that you were good at your ability and liked your experience, so before I left here, be sure to come and see if it was the same as he thought."

Seeing Wells silent, the man ate the food and continued, "You won't forget it, are you? We met more than two weeks ago."

"Are you that middle-aged man? The 'boss' in the association's mouth?" Wells knew that he could not leave, so after a long breath, he began to think of ways, hoping to draw more useful words from the man in front of him. Because the other party seemed to be able to kill him with one hand, but he seemed to be a little contemptuous of his attitude, at least he felt this way.

"I'm the middle-aged man I met with you at the beginning. After all, people are outside and need to dress up to protect themselves. But the 'boss' you call is not me. 'boss' he is not here now. As for why, because we have estimated your strength, I can do everything alone, so there is no need to drag him here because of you. We have indeed been busy enough in recent times."

"I just said that if the people above your association are not coming, or the people who stay here do not take action, I really don't want to pay attention to you. Well, it's like watching the ants on the ground migrating their eggs because it's raining on the rain. If you are interested, look. It's better to walk around if you are not interested. You, Mr. Wells, you should understand what I'm talking about, right?" The man stared at Wells, obviously observing his expression changes.

As a result, he did not disappoint. He saw what he wanted and heard the answer he wanted.
Chapter completed!