Last order
My name is Chen Mo.
Thirty-seven years old, he is a well-known "lone wolf" among retired agents. The business he has done would scare people to death when told of it - he robbed the arsenal of a Middle Eastern warlord, dismantled an intelligence station in the Arctic Circle, and bombed a nuclear facility in an African emirate.
Everyone in the circle knows that I have a rule: there should be no more than eight team members, the task cycle should not exceed three weeks, and the remuneration should be paid into my daughter's education fund in advance.
Today's game broke my rules.
"Chen Mo," Lao Ma said on the other end of the phone, his voice very low, "Someone is offering twelve million for this job."
