John died, he died under Richard's careful calculation, and I'm afraid that when he was about to die, the idiot who only knew about involution didn't understand why he died and how he was designed to die step by step.

Of course, John's death does not mean that Richard can sit back and relax from now on, replacing the hapless man in Paris and living comfortably as his local emperor in a foreign country. Richard is very clear that his current situation is just a transfer from John's command to the director's command.

He gained the director's recognition by replacing Mitchell. In order to maintain his loyalty, the director handed over John to let him vent his anger. There was no human kindness in this transaction, it was simply a naked exchange of interests.

Dreaming back at midnight, Richard broke into a cold sweat every time he thought about the director's indifference when he abandoned John. He was still far away from the small goal of controlling his own destiny. He had no guarantee that if he could not meet the director's requirements one day, the director would

He won't abandon him like he abandoned John, and taking over this kind of front-line assignment job of replacing others also means that if nothing happens, he is destined to stay in the status of "expatriate agent" in his life, and it is impossible to appear one day

Because of his merits, he was transferred back to the position of chief of the bureau. If you leave the central government and still want to gain benefits from the central government, then how can you make Lieutenant who remains in the central government feel embarrassed?

Oh, by the way, Richard no longer exists, either in official records or physically. Now there is only Mitchell, the leader of the Irish gang in Paris. This ambitious young man has just secured his position through a deal with the North African warlord.

The position of leader of the Young Zhuang Faction is extremely popular among the middle-level gang cadres of his generation.

"Mitchell, you have changed a lot recently." A small boss who had been friends with Mitchell since childhood put down his beer glass and looked at him with some worry.

"People always change," Mitchell's true thoughts did not appear on his face, but his hand holding the whiskey glass couldn't help but use some strength, "But what should I say?"

"Just like this bar." Fa Xiao glanced at the whiskey glass with ice cubes still left on it. "You haven't drank much beer since you came back from North Africa. You hold the whiskey bottle every day. If you didn't know that you would still look like that.

With your character, I almost suspect that you were transferred to someone else in North Africa."

"Ha, do you know why I changed my taste to whiskey?" Mitchell picked up the glass and looked at it, and the ice cubes made a pleasant clinking sound inside.

"It's just that those old guys above like whiskey." Fa Xiao could guess Mitchell's intention. The reason why he said this was also a subtle reminder to Mitchell not to forget about the old brothers when he saw the signs of rising up.

Yes, these second-generation immigrants are different from their first-generation predecessors who could not abandon their mother country.

"Then do you know why old guys like whiskey?" Mitchell continued to ask as if he didn't understand the other party's hint.

"This..." Fa Xiao was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

"Because this thing can remind them of the taste of their hometown." Mitchell pulled the bottle and poured himself another half glass, "You don't know what the most critical lifeline is for our Irish gang.

Bar?"

"It's nothing more than maritime smuggling, but we can't commit the crime of always hanging ourselves on the North Sea route. Isn't it because you have opened up a new channel in North Africa that everyone chooses to support you?" Fa Xiao said in confusion.

"I created a new one, so you have to throw away the old one?" Mitchell looked over expressionlessly.

I was so young that I didn't say anything. I knew very well in my heart that Mitchell was right. It's just that the older generation took the Northern Sea Route too seriously. Young people like them were unable to get involved in this most prosperous smuggling route, so they became jealous and resentful, and even

I simply got angry and planned to start a new one.

"Edward, you have to remember that the Northern Sea Route is not valuable because of those old guys, but because the Northern Sea Route is valuable and those old guys have the right to speak. The new routes we are opening now are not as profitable or as large as the Northern Sea Route.

"Bi, everyone is just trying to negotiate terms with the old guys." Mitchell picked up the wine glass again and stared at the amber liquid inside and said in a deep voice.

"But the old guys don't pay attention to us at all." Fa Xiao complained in distress.

"So just keep doing it until the old guys look at us." As a person who has endured for many years, Mitchell has a perseverance that is difficult for most of his peers to match.

"How many years will it take?!" For example, this young man has much less patience, which is normal for young people.

"Why, can't you wait?" Mitchell gave a meaningful smile.

"If you can afford to wait, why bother?" Fa Xiao's eyes flashed with a trace of violent killing intent.

"If you can't afford to wait, you have to wait." However, Mitchell still shook his head, "There are still only a few people who are willing to follow us now. Even if a sudden attack can catch the old guys off guard, killing us when they react is like swatting flies."

"But everyone recommends you..."

"You didn't push me out to take everyone to die!" Mitchell's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he stared so hard that he couldn't help but step back half a body.

"I'm not rushing you, some people can't wait any longer." Unable to bear the gaze, Fa Xiao turned his head away and his voice became softer, "Marx and Robinson complained everywhere that you lost your enterprising spirit after you came back from North Africa.

, Marx publicly contradicted Old Claude a few days ago and was not punished in any way, and now everyone feels..."

"You all think that he is a more talented person and should be our leader?" Mitchell laughed directly, "Don't you guys have any brains? I don't think that Marx would go out to cause trouble at this time without being criticized.

Are those old guys allowed to indulge?"

"Are you saying that they deliberately put Marx in position so that they could drag you down from our leadership position?" Fa Xiao may be young and inexperienced, but he is definitely not stupid. Unless a fool in the Paris gang is particularly good at fighting, he will not live long.

Even if they are particularly capable of fighting, they usually don't live very long.

Mitchell felt disgusted in his heart. Compared with the high-intensity involution in the MI6 office, the struggle for power and profit in the gangs was really of a low level.

"Since you can see clearly, do you have any countermeasures?" Faxiao said worriedly, not knowing that he was being looked down upon crazily.

"Easy, I'll step back." Mitchell took a leisurely sip of wine and smiled.

"What?!" His small scream attracted the attention of several people around him, and he could only drive back those prying eyes with an angry glare.

"It's not like you don't know that boy Marx, he can't get anything done except for being a talker. Everyone focused on him temporarily because they were impatient. After a few months, everyone realized that that boy couldn't get anything done.

When the time comes, they will naturally miss my benefits again. Now everyone's resentment is focused on me. Unless I seek death and launch a coup that is destined to be unsuccessful, no matter what I do, it will be wrong. I might as well take the initiative and temporarily take the lead.

Let this seat be free for Marx to do whatever he wants, so as not to waste energy that should not be wasted. Those old guys are just waiting for me to conflict with Marx, and then they will put on a mediating posture to let us fight against each other.

Seek their support, and in the end all the benefits will be taken away by them." This third-rate strategy to drive away tigers and devour wolves, if not extremely boring, Mitchell would not bother to tell anyone about it even if he saw through it.

"Mitchell, you have indeed changed." Seeing that the other party clearly explained the old guys' mentality and plans in a few words, his eyes changed again.

"Humans, you have to get stronger, otherwise what's the difference between you and a salted fish?" Mitchell imitated his "past" arrogance. The current Mitchell is actually very arrogant, but he hates to put the deepest feelings in his heart.

The arrogance is shown on his face.

"Well, that's a good point." Fa Xiao nodded in agreement, "But you are still too cautious. How can a top student from MI6 act so cautiously?"

"?!" Mitchell looked at his hair in shock.

The other party raised his beer glass with a smile and toasted to him.

"Who are you?" The first thought in Mitchell's mind was that the person in front of him had been replaced by a more powerful character just like himself.

"In what age are you still using such a dangerous and backward technology as brain transplantation? The decline of MI6 has really blinded geniuses like you who worked hard from the slums." Fa Xiao poured himself a large sip of beer and sighed.

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"You... invaded and took over him? That's impossible!" Mitchell had a background in intelligence after all. After being reminded, he immediately recognized the truth in front of him.

"It's impossible if I can't do it. You Anglo-Saxons always have this strange arrogance. No wonder it has declined so completely." Fa Xiao sneered at him, "Haven't you heard that sentence? Weakness and ignorance are not survival.

The only obstacle is arrogance.”

"What do you want?" Mitchell felt like his head was in a turmoil now. He hadn't been so out of control for a long time.
Chapter completed!