บท 61: Chapter 62: Open Rivalry and Secret Struggles

Thomas was incessantly dragging the mouse in front of the office computer.

The webpage was a media news site, and in a prominent position was a photograph of him with the "Musician" Mercenary Group.

In the picture, Song Heping was hooking his arm around Thomas's neck and flashing a V-sign while Thomas's own expression seemed somewhat farcical, his smile uglier than a cry.

"Thomas."

Simon's voice, the CIA chief in Baghdad, came from the doorway.

"SIR!"

He quickly closed the website and stood up.

Simon had apparently already seen the contents of the webpage.

He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up and walked over to Thomas, saying, "The little darlings from the Musician just took away five million dollars."

Thomas's face immediately heated up, feeling like he had been played and couldn't say anything about it, which was stifling.

"That money shouldn't have been theirs in the first place, we did so much!"