Chapter 37 Finish Her!

• "What the hell is she doing?!" A middle-aged man, Charles Anderson, watching the camera footage live taken at the restaurant, was frowning so seriously. His sight was growing dim in extreme anger. "Why is she even there?"
• The members of the mercenary team that went to ambush Lucien Michaelson did not understand what their boss was talking about. They saw a woman with their target, and by the stand of that woman, even though she was wearing corporate lady's clothes, she was a private bodyguard. She had been the reason they failed all their attempts to take their target.
• They were hired to grab the grandson of the feared Lion of the Mafia World. If their task were to take him down, they could have done so in many ways. Blow his car off or take a snipe shot in many positions possible, but since they have to get him alive, they have to get close, very close, to do their task. And they have never failed in their jobs as miserably as the way they had today ever before. They are considered top-notched, high ranker mercenaries. Okay, they may have failed once or a few times before, but not this way, not within the same day. And never had they ever had any of them taken down alive by their opponents. Some of their men that were caught off guard at the restaurant earlier had to take the cyanide capsule and kill themselves before the opponents got the chance to interrogate them. Torture is always a losing battle for them, so to avoid such, they are ought to swallow poison. They carry cyanide capsules every hit gig they get themselves into. In such a way, even if they are captured, they won't be useful to their enemies. It is as important to them as carrying their weapons.