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Gilbreth sat in the lobby of the New York Templar Knights headquarters, his mind a blank.
He had only been home for a few hours when a phone call brought him here and informed him that his contract was complete!
Gilbreth stared blankly at the photos in his hand.
The photos showed the bodies of several men, each with a bullet wound between their eyes. Their expressions were varied some were panicked, some fearful, and some angry.
However, as a police officer, Gilbreth felt a sense of pleasure.
Even after all these years, he could still recognize their faces.
From the moment his parents were killed, he had never forgotten their ugly faces!
And today, after a simple, curious attempt, it had just... worked?
Gilbreth couldn't believe it, but looking at the photos, he had no choice but to.
He now felt an emptiness, like after pulling an all-nighter to study for two exams and finally finishing them.
"Mr. Gilbreth," Charon came over with a folder, sat across from Gilbreth, opened the folder, and took out a document, placing it in front of him.
"After you sign this confirmation document, your contract will be considered complete."
"Is this..." Gilbreth came back to his senses. "Is this real? I'm sorry... I'm a little dazed right now..."
"It's absolutely real," Charon smiled. "You've already seen the photos, haven't you? Since it was our first order and it was so recent, we completed it very quickly."
"...It's really true..." Gilbreth muttered in a daze.
"Sir?" Charon said with a smile. "I know you may be emotional, but... could you please sign and fingerprint this document? We need this for our records."
"Ah... yes!" Gilbreth signed and fingerprinted the document.
Charon put the document back in the folder, smiled, and nodded. "It was a pleasure to serve you. I wish you a pleasant life. If you feel tired, you're welcome to rest here for a while."
With that, Charon stood up and walked toward the front desk.
"...Sir!" Gilbreth rubbed the cross in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and called out to Charon.
"Is there anything else you need, sir?" Charon turned around and asked.
"It's like this..." Gilbreth asked. "Can I join the Templar Knights?"
"I don't have any special abilities, and I'm just a small police officer. So, for all this time, although I was bent on revenge, I never saw a glimmer of hope."
"I thought I would live my whole life without ever getting my revenge."
"But today, you helped me achieve my wish, and you helped me get rid of my enemies!"
"You fulfilled the dream of my entire life!"
"So, if you would... please take me in. Let me join the Templar Knights. I also want to contribute my strength to protect order!"
"...If you're so determined," Charon looked down, opened the folder, and checked Gilbreth's profile, then nodded. "Please follow me."
Gilbreth followed behind Charon, heading toward the elevator.
Before Charon could press the button, the elevator began to descend, apparently because someone was coming down.
The elevator arrived and the doors opened.
"Mr. Morin, Mr. Winston," Charon quickly nodded in greeting. "Good evening."
"Good evening," Winston nodded and looked at Gilbreth next to him. "Who is this..."
"This is Mr. Gilbreth. He has requested to join the Templar Knights," Charon replied.
"Hello," Gilbreth looked at Morin and felt a sense of familiarity.
Europeans often find Asian faces hard to distinguish, just as Asians find European faces hard to distinguish.
"You're Gilbreth?" Morin raised an eyebrow.
The first contract fulfilled by the Templar Knights was Gilbreth's, so Morin naturally had a strong impression of him.
"Yes..."
"Very good," Morin patted Gilbreth on the shoulder and walked away.
"The first person to post a contract, the first contract to be completed, the first person to actively join the Templar Knights... I believe in you."
This guy was trying to take all the "firsts" for the Templar Knights!
"Thank... thank you?" Gilbreth watched Morin and Winston walk away, then asked Charon, "Who was that? Why do I feel like I'm familiar with him?"
"That's the leader of the Templar Knights," Charon smiled. "He's also the one who spoke on behalf of the Templar Knights today, Mr. Morin."
The news of the first completed contract was quickly announced online, with all the evidence and files made public.
Words alone mean nothing; only facts can prove everything.
Just like now, with this first completed order, subsequent orders will come in like snowflakes!
A moment later, a pinned order announcement shocked the world again.
A staggering $2.2 billion in contract fees was transferred to the Templar Knights' (Morin's) account. The goal of the contract was to destroy the remaining eleven Continental Hotels around the world!
Besides the enormous amount of money and the terrifying goal, the identity of the person who hired them also drew a lot of attention
[An eager citizen who found $2.2 billion on the side of the road]
The post was full of jokes.
"To be honest, I feel like $2.2 billion is a bit of a loss," Morin said on the phone. "How about we add a little more?"
"We have a lot of resistance internally. The people you're talking about have dirt on them from the High Table, and they didn't get to where they are by clean means."
Anderson sighed and said, "Two hundred million for each of the eleven isn't a small amount..."
"Alright, if that's the case, I can't be at a disadvantage, can I?" Morin said.
"We can only kill the managers of each Continental Hotel and destroy their locations. Any assassin casualties during the process are a bonus. How does that sound?"
"..." Anderson was silent for a moment. "Fine, we accept."
The conditions Morin proposed were not much different from Anderson's own goals.
Killing the managers and tearing down the hotels wasn't that considered destroying a Continental Hotel?
The most transcendent aspect of the Continental Hotel was its rule of "no bloodshed on hotel grounds."
Once their "rule" was trampled and their reputation was lost, their status would naturally fall.
When their status falls to a certain point... the High Table won't even have to lift a finger.
The backlash from their own subordinates who have long harbored dissent will be enough to keep the High Table busy!
"Great," Morin said as he got into his car. "Our agreement is made! I'll be on my way immediately!"
"Alright... wait, you?" Anderson caught the last word.
"Yes," Morin looked at the streetlights outside the window. "I'm going to take on all eleven Continental Hotels by myself!"
Against a thousand men, I shall proceed!
The $2.2 billion had to be all his!
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