Chapter 2029 - 1459: The Job Nobody Dares to Take (Part 3)

Robbin hesitated for a few seconds, then pressed the dial button.

The phone rang three times, then connected.

"Hello?" A man's voice came from the other end, with a heavy Lebanese accent.

"It's me." Robbin said.

The person on the other end paused for a second: "Robbin?"

"Yes."

"What's the matter?"

"There's a job." Robbin said: "Need to find someone to do it."

"What target?"

"A Lord Dong. His name is Song Heping. Currently in Washington."

The person on the other end paused again for a few seconds.

"Song Heping?" he repeated: "That Song Heping? The 'Musician' defense boss?"

Robbin asked vigilantly: "You know him?"

"Didn't know before, but these past few days... who in the business doesn't know him now?" The voice on the other end changed: "You want to kill him?"

"Yes."

"What's the budget?"

"Two million."

The phone went silent on the other end.

Robbin waited.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Fifteen seconds.

"Hello?"

Robbin thought the signal had a problem.

"I'm here," the other person said, but his voice sounded different: "Robbin, I can't take this job."

"Why? Isn't two million enough?"

"It's not about the money," the other person said: "This person is currently a hot potato, did you hear about the 'accountant' and Victor's matter? Truly ruthless characters. Taking on his job, the money might not be gotten, but losing one's life is unavoidable."

Robbin gritted his teeth.

"Are you still scared in this business?" he said: "Being a killer is a blood-licking work by nature, afraid of death, don't do it."

"Being afraid of death and delivering oneself to die are two different things," the other person said: "Blood-licking work has a chance to survive, taking this job has no chance to live. Why don't you find the accountant yourself? Where is the accountant now? Where is that killer Victor?"

Robbin didn't speak.

The other person didn't need his answer.

"Alright," he said: "Try to find someone else, I don't have the skills to take this job, but let me warn you, there might not be anyone in the business who dares to take this order now."

After finishing, the call hung up.

Robbin stared at the phone screen, which displayed "Call ended."

He took a deep breath, and with disbelief, he dialed another number.

This time, the phone rang for a long time, long enough that he thought no one would answer, then it was connected.

"Who?" A raspy voice.

"Robbin."

"What's the matter?"

"There's a job—"

"Is it that Lord Dong?"

Before Robbin could speak, the other person proactively pointed towards Song Heping.

Robbin was stunned.

"How do you know?"

"It's all over the circle," the other person said: "The accountant in Zurich was taken out, Victor disappeared in Washington. You're aiming at Song Heping?"

Robbin's mind buzzed.

"How do you—"

"How I know isn't important," the other person interrupted him: "What's important is I'm telling you, no one dares to take this job. It's not a question of money, it's a question of life. What level is the accountant? How many lines does he have in his hand? Someone who dared to take him out, would they care about small roles like you or me?"

"I can add money—"

"Adding any amount is useless," the other person said: "The accountant is the best intermediary, the orders he took all went wrong, would other people dare to touch it? Robbin, listen to my advice, leave it. You can't mess with this person."

The call hung up.

Robbin called again, it was already powered off.

He looked at the phone screen, fingers hovering above the contact list.

There were a few more numbers.

A few more intermediaries.

Some people who might be willing to take this job, might not care about the risks, might—

He unwillingly dialed a third one.

Busy tone.

Fourth one.

No answer.

Fifth one.

Connected, but the other side hung up as soon as they heard "Song Heping."

Sixth one.

An old intermediary he had known for five years, cooperated countless times, never had any problems.

"Hello?"

"It's me, Robbin."

"I know." The voice was very low, squeezed through clenched teeth: "I was just thinking of finding you."

"There's a job—"

"I know." The other person interrupted again: "I know about the accountant's matter. I also know about Victor's. You came to me just for this, right?"

"Yes."

A sigh came from the other end of the phone.

"Robbin," the other person said, "You're my old friend, I'll speak frankly. You've messed up this matter. Not just any mess, it's completely messed up. Who is the accountant? He's the most reliable intermediary in all of Europe, with twenty years of reputation, never made a mistake. Now he's dead, died in his own office, died cleanly, without leaving a trace. Think about it, what kind of people can accomplish this?"

Robbin said nothing.

"That's not an ordinary killer," the person continued: "I received some insider news, supposedly it's an entire team. Planned, informed, technically skilled, and competent team. That kind of team, with someone behind them. And not just anyone."

"Song Heping is just a contractor," Robbin said, "He has no one backing him—"

"You're too naive," the other person interrupted him: "You really think a contractor can pull off such things? One person, able to escape a CIA airstrike in Siria? One person, able to make Lemont, that old CIA fox, completely helpless against him? One person, capable of sending people to kill in downtown Zurich, finish killing and still retreat without leaving any trace?"

Robbin was silent.

"The news of the accountant being taken out spread in the circle this afternoon," the other person said: "You know what people are saying? They say that in the future, whoever takes Song Heping's orders is destined to die. Not possibly die, but definitely die. It's not scaring people, it's fact. The accountant is the best example."

Robbin's fingers clenched the phone tightly, joints cracking: "Is there no one in the whole killer circle who dares to go after him?"

The person on the other end was silent for a few seconds.

"I don't know," he said: "But I know one thing—don't bother finding killers anymore. It's useless. Only more people will die. You better watch yourself, since he can find the accountant, he can find Victor, he can find you."

After speaking, the call ended too.

Robbin sat in the dark office for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and slammed the phone hard on the ground.