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  The only response he had was the impassive sound of the door slamming shut.

  Alice knew that Gong Jie was probably in a terrible mood.

  He even responded impatiently to the usual light-hearted banter.

  After all, a comrade had died. He was probably feeling very anxious……

  In the morgue.

  Gong Jie put on a coat and slowly walked in.

  A group of people were cleaning up the corpse.

  Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, everyone looked in the direction of the noise. They immediately bowed respectfully when they saw him. “Master Gong.”


  “How is he?”


  “Still cleaning the dried blood off his body.”


  Gong Jie pushed through the crowd and walked over. He saw an unrecognizable man lying upright on the embalming table. Given how long he had been dead, his body was completely stiff. All his clothes had been carefully stripped off. The dried blood had caused his clothes and skin to adhere together.

  It took a lot of effort to separate the fabric from the flesh.

  Gong Jie took a glance and his expression turned cold.

  It happened too suddenly.

  In that war-like scene, ammunition fire was flying everywhere, the sound of gunshots could be heard in the smoke-filled air.

  His cargo plane was parked a distance away. After the transaction had taken place, he had returned to the temporary hangar. In the process, he had to cross a war zone.

  Gong Jie was escorted all the way here. For a mere few seconds, he had let down his guard slightly as his mind wandered off thinking about something.

  Then the incident happened.

  An armed personnel lying in ambush on the signal tower in the distance raised his sniper rifle and aimed at his head.

  He had anti-signal devices on him.

  The alarm sounded.

  His personal bodyguard beside him reacted immediately. Before they knew where the enemy was, the bodyguard had pounced on him without thinking and used his body to protect him.

  It was only a matter of half a second, Gong Jie heard a gunshot. In the next instant, warm blood splattered all over his face.

  His eyes widened in shock. After a brief moment of shock, he quickly realized what had happened.

  He had been attacked.

  Two bullets had been fired. One blasted through the dead bodyguard’s head and embedded itself into the distant bushes.

  The other one ripped through his chest and finally lodged in his flesh because of the bulletproof vest.

  In the blink of an eye, the bodyguard who had pounced on him was no longer breathing. His body collapsed to the ground, his head was a ghastly mess. It was a shocking sight.

  And now, this dead bodyguard had been transported back to the headquarters.

  Gong Jie walked up to the embalming table and looked down at the body lying quietly on it.

  This was probably the third bodyguard who had died protecting him.

  Gong Jie asked coldly, “What’s his family background?”


  “Master Gong, his code name is X1. He has a younger sister and mother at home.”


  “Make arrangements for his funeral.”


  “Regarding the compensation amount……”


  Gong Jie replied, “Ten million. Make it out on a crossed check in his family’s name and send it to them by hand.”


  Everyone drew in a sharp, cold breath.

  Sheesh!

  Ten million?!

  This was definitely a considerable amount.

  In any mercenary organization, a sacrifice would inevitably draw only a small compensation.

  For example, in the Red Thorn Secret Service Organization, if an agent sacrificed himself for some reason, the organization would at best compensate an amount of two million.

  Ten million was an astronomical figure for a mercenary.

  Hurricane Group’s financial resources was truly beyond imagination.

  Confronted by everyone’s doubtful response, Gong Jie said, “He protected my life. My life is worth far more than that.”


  He had always valued loyalty.