Chapter 1 An Auspicious Start

"Eight thousand dollars is always better than nothing at all."

Fang Senyan used this sentence to begin the conversation.

The woman sitting in front of him looked like she had Russian blood, named Hosina, and was very thin.

This woman had thin lips, pale cheeks, and a black bowler hat with a translucent veil that cleverly concealed most of her face. If you ignored the dense crow's feet around her eyes and her pale, loose skin, Fang Senyan would have to admit that if this woman were ten years younger, she would indeed have the capital to exchange for a job.

Overall, Fang Senyan thought she looked like a widow, the kind who was struggling but still desperately trying to save face.

But the woman's reaction was peculiar. She didn't immediately respond to his opening statement. Instead, she started eating. From the looks of it, it seemed like she hadn't eaten for several meals. Only after she had eaten two servings of food did she sigh comfortably and say:

"Surprised? Yes, my situation is very bad now. I haven't eaten for two meals, and the reason is..."

Speaking of this, Hosina raised her arm, rolled up her sleeve, and revealed the needle marks on it:

"I'm a drug addict, and the reason for the addiction is to resist the damn pain of terminal cancer."

Fang Senyan raised his eyebrows, not knowing what to say for a moment. Hosina showed a carefree smile:

"So you can rest assured, because for a person who is about to die, there will be no hidden thoughts of leaving something behind."

Fang Senyan smiled and said:

"So what is your asking price?"

Hosina said:

"The doctor said I have six months left. I hope that in these six months I can have enough to eat, and have enough money to buy medicine so I won’t be tortured by severe pain. This money is definitely more than nine thousand dollars, but it won't be an outrageous number. One hundred thousand dollars, this is my bottom line. If you refuse me, then I will inject all the remaining drugs into my veins at once, and I don't want to be tortured by this damn world anymore."

Fang Senyan had booked a private room. He simply took out fifty thousand dollars from the leather suitcase beside him and threw it in front of her, then said lightly:

"This is the advance payment. When I confirm that what you told me is true, then I will give you the remaining balance."

Hosina glanced at the money that had fallen on the table with a detached look, not rushing to reach out and take it. Instead, she asked Fang Senyan for a cigarette, took a deep drag, and began her story...

It was a rainy day, so cold that it seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow. That old lecher Didi actually did it to me again in such weather. We had just finished when someone knocked on the door of the examination room.

It was a middle-aged man with a hooked nose, who looked very sinister. As soon as he came in, he asked me to go out and close the door. This is a trick that many salesmen are used to. I've seen it too many times.

Usually, Didi would then receive a red envelope, but before this red envelope was handed over to the tigress at home, it would often have to pass through my hands first. So on the surface, I went out and closed the door, but in fact, I was closely monitoring the movement inside from the next consultation room.

The middle-aged man sat down at Didi's desk and then reached into his briefcase. The thing he took out was not surprising, it was a stack of money.

A large stack of money!

At that time, I felt that this guy should be wanting to get a big order. But what he said subverted my understanding.

"Mr. Didi, I hope to get a list of patients in the hospital who need heart surgery, the more serious the condition, the better."

For the sake of the dollars, Didi was very cooperative and provided a list. The person the middle-aged man finally chose, I believe you also know, Nicholas.

The only reason this guy was selected was that Nicholas' condition was too serious, but his desire to survive was also very strong. Even though he knew that the surgery only had a 30% chance of prolonging his life, he still insisted on doing it.

Because of this, even Nicholas himself believed that it was not surprising to die on the operating table, so that person persuaded Didi to do an experiment on Nicholas, as if it was to test a new pacemaker developed by their company, so even if something went wrong, other people would just think Nicholas deserved to die, and wouldn't think too much about other things.

Of course, that guy paid Didi another large sum of money for this.

There's no need to say more about what happened later, a miracle was born, and Nicholas recovered from then on. Didi's reputation soared, but occasional miracles couldn't hide his terrible medical skills, and he eventually retired early.

Of course, this has a lot to do with the fact that the hooked-nosed man never appeared again after that.

Hosina's words stopped here. She had finally provided a huge piece of the puzzle, and the whole incident became clear as a result.

Fang Senyan stared at Hosina at this time, and said lightly:

"You didn't say something very important."

Hosina said calmly:

"I only got half the money."

Fang Senyan smiled lightly and threw the remaining money on the table. Hosina stretched out her fingers as thin as bamboo branches, but deftly counted the banknotes, and finally said:

"The hooked-nosed man claimed his name was Doolittle. His pale face should be a sign of coronary heart disease, and he walked with a limp. His right foot was disabled, and it should have been caused by polio."

The facial signs of coronary heart disease are very obvious. It is not surprising that Hosina could see it at a glance. As for the second point, any normal person could be sure of it.

Fang Senyan looked at his palm and said:

"Is there anything else?"

A look of fear flashed in Hosina's eyes, but she was also a dying person, and didn't care about anything, so she gritted her teeth and said:

"That person named Doolittle has terrifying power."

Fang Senyan immediately became interested:

"Tell me about it."

Hosina asked for another cigarette, slowly smoking it, and after a while, slowly said:

"I saw that Doolittle should be a very rich person, so after he gave the money to Didi, he waited for him at the hospital entrance."

Speaking of this, Hosina smiled mockingly and bitterly. Fang Senyan certainly knew that this ambitious woman definitely wanted to threaten and seduce this rich man. This is actually nothing great. Everyone has their own way of living. Is there anything wrong with Hosina trying to climb up?

"That day it was raining, and when I was going downstairs, someone blocked me for a moment, so when I came out of the hospital, I couldn't catch up with him. I watched this guy get into a taxi, and it just so happened that there was also a taxi passing by next to him... I am a very stubborn person, and I thought that what I wanted to say to Doolittle could not be said in public, so I asked the taxi in front to follow him.

"After running for about half of Los Angeles, Doolittle got out of the car on a small street. He was probably fifty or sixty meters away from me. I estimated that even if I called him, he might not be able to hear me. I watched him turn into the alley next to him, and then he was surrounded by a group of people. That group of people were FBI, and then... those FBI were all killed in a few seconds! I saw strange rays of light intertwined, weaving into a terrifying net that swept straight over, and they were all like they had been slashed by countless knives, directly dismembered!"

Hearing Hosina's words, Fang Senyan suddenly stood up in shock. Being able to dismember a group of FBI elites in a few seconds was definitely not something a Terminator could do. The only explanation was Contractor.

And very powerful Contractors!

The end of this matter actually involved Contractors again, how could Fang Senyan not feel surprised? More importantly, if this mysterious, bizarre, but rewarding mission had other Contractors involved, then it wouldn't be a question of who eats meat and who drinks soup, it would be a question of losing even your pants!

But Fang Senyan thought again at this time, Hosina encountered this matter several years ago, it is very obvious that the Contractor who accompanied Doolittle at that time is definitely not in this world now. Then the chance of a head-on conflict is equal to zero. Could the final reward of this mission be for me to reap the benefits?

After thinking about it, Fang Senyan took out another fifty thousand dollars and threw it in front of Hosina, saying word by word:

"The location, where did you encounter Doolittle? After answering this question, this money is yours."

Third Avenue, Long Beach Town, Los Angeles,

That was the address Hosina provided to Fang Senyan.

At this time, Fang Senyan was on his way to this place in a car. He was intently looking at the scenery outside the car window. The black guy drove the car steadily and quickly, and he couldn't feel any bumps at all.

Up to now, the secrets on Nicholas' body can basically be said to have been solved.

Obviously, since that mysterious Doolittle wanted to use Nicholas for experiments, and since Nicholas was a successful test subject, then Doolittle could not possibly not contact him.

And Doolittle had long been targeted by the FBI, which was bound to involve Nicholas.

Although Nicholas was timid, his secret was in his heart. Saying it would lead to certain death, while not saying it would at most lead to suspicion. So, under the strong desire to survive, Nicholas naturally kept his mouth shut.

That nut engraved with SOS should be what Nicholas intended to give to Doolittle for help as a last resort, which shows that Nicholas also knew part of Doolittle's strength.

And Nicholas' death even more shows that Doolittle probably has a shocking secret on him, so much so that anyone who might be contaminated with this secret, once they might get out of control, would rather kill them than let them go!