"Folks, we've got a job to do, take out Mark Schappo, and it needs to be fast!"
After finishing, Yang Yi couldn't help but run his hand through his hair, then said with a smile on his face, "The price for this task has just gone up."
As soon as Zhang Yong heard that the price had increased, he became excited and eagerly asked, "How much?"
"Ten million."
Zhang Yong rubbed his hands together, a look of excitement on his face, "We can all take a cut from this, let's do it!"
"Anton, Hans, go figure out where Mark Schappo is right now."
Anton nodded and said, "Understood."
"Mr. Quinn, you're still the main character this time, it's up to you to mimic the KGB's techniques to take out Mark Sharpo."
McDonald nodded, but with a puzzled expression he said, "Why must we blow him to death? Even if we have to imitate the KGB to take out Mark Sharpo, it doesn't mean we have to kill him with a bomb. I was curious about this before, and now even more so."