Welcome to Hyperspace Group. You can just call me Boss from now on."
Karl nodded in satisfaction, then explained why Frank's family had been targeted.
"I'm sure you've already noticed, but those gang members didn't just happen to be there; someone wanted to use them to kill your entire family."
"And the source of all this is related to Operation Hellhound, which you just completed in Kandahar…"
"What?!!!"
Upon hearing that all-too-familiar operation codename, Frank's eyes widened, and a series of horrific images flashed uncontrollably through his mind.
It was during this Operation Hellhound, led by the CIA.
Frank's assault team suffered heavy casualties, losing several brothers with whom he had shared life and death.
He had consequently decided to retire early, heartbroken.
But what did this have to do with his family being "attacked"?
However.
Karl's next words not only shattered Frank's firm beliefs but also overturned his perception of the World.
"Director William Rollins of the CIA, the person in charge behind Operation Hellhound, has actually been using the bodies of fallen soldiers to smuggle drugs all along."
"The failure of your squad's mission was also entirely the result of his clandestine machinations."
"Furthermore, your good brother Billy Russell is also in league with him and participated in everything that happened in Kandahar."
"No… that's impossible. I saved Billy's life; he would never do that to me."
Frank's face was filled with disbelief.
But his defense seemed so pale and powerless.
"What's impossible?"
Karl said indifferently, "In the face of immense profit, what does your brotherhood amount to?"
"Although Billy Russell did not directly participate in this extermination operation targeting your family, he was one of the people aware of this matter."
Frank instantly felt as if struck by lightning.
His sturdy frame began to tremble slightly.
If Director William Rollins's act of using soldiers' bodies to transport drugs merely filled him with immense anger.
Then the "betrayal" from his good brother left him with heartbreaking disappointment.
Bastard, I treated you like a brother, but you want to kill my entire family?!
After a long silence, some vitality returned to Frank's body.
He decided: his brother, he would kill himself!
Frank's bloodshot eyes widened, and he said in a deep voice, "Boss… before I go settle accounts with those people, could you please protect my family?"
Although Frank had never seen Karl take action.
He was absolutely certain that this man, who seemed to see through everything, definitely had the ability to protect his family.
"No problem."
Karl seemed to have anticipated his choice, and a slight curve appeared at the corner of his lips.
"However, I also have a request: when you act, you must record the entire process with a recorder. I happen to have an idea I want to verify through this opportunity."
"And… this World also needs to know the truth!!!"
...
…
The next day.
At Frank's home.
"Big brother, are you really my dad's boss?"
"But shouldn't bosses all be those bald, pot-bellied, short, and fat middle-aged uncles?"
In the living room, Frank's son and daughter, blinking their bright eyes, gathered around Karl, asking curiously.
"Uh… actually, there are also handsome, wealthy, and promising bosses like me."
Karl showed a warm, sunny smile and said softly:
"Your father is a great hero; it's an honor for our company to recruit him, which is why I personally came to invite him this time."
"Wow, sister, did you hear that? Dad is super awesome…"
"I knew it, Dad is a great hero!!"
Hearing someone praise their father, the two children immediately cheered, waving their hands and feet.
It was not difficult to see that even though Frank had missed most of their growth.
The children still greatly admired their father.
"Alright, you two, stop messing around here and go back to do your homework."
Maria walked out of the kitchen holding a cup of hot coffee. After handing it to Karl, she said apologetically:
"Mr. Mara, I'm so sorry, Frank just called and said his car broke down on the way, but I believe he'll be back very soon."
He also specifically told me that I must keep you at home for dinner before you leave. I'll go to the kitchen to prepare ingredients now."
To avoid arousing suspicion from his family.
Frank and Karl had pre-arranged a "home visit" scenario.
But Maria was not as easily fooled as the children.
Even though Frank had repeatedly confirmed Karl's identity on the phone, she still vaguely sensed that something was off.
For one, which boss personally comes to an employee's home for an interview?
Fortunately, Karl had anticipated her thoughts.
In their subsequent conversation, he completely dispelled her doubts with just a few words.
Now, in Maria's eyes, Karl was a super-rich second-generation like Tony Stark, who liked to be unconventional!
So, nothing he did, no matter how unconventional, was surprising.
Karl, of course, was too lazy to explain this.
"We interrupt this program for breaking news… According to information just received by our reporter, just over ten minutes ago,"
"An attack occurred at the Base of 'Chopping Block,' a private military contracting company located in Manhattan.
Currently, 21 people have been confirmed dead, including the company's owner, Billy Russell.
Official spokesmen state that the perpetrator possesses extremely strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities, and no related information has been found yet…"
Just then, the sudden broadcast on the television caught Karl's attention.
Did you see it? What's called professional?
This is professional!!
Frank truly deserved to be a person at the peak of human individual combat power.
Not only did he successfully eliminate an enemy in such a short time, but he even had the leisure to call his family mid-way.
Just ask, isn't he strong?
"Oh my God, Billy is dead?!"
Maria walked out of the kitchen, her face filled with disbelief.
After confirming that the photo shown on TV was indeed him, she gasped in shock:
"Billy was Frank's best friend. Frank must be very sad when he hears this news!"
No, you guessed wrong. Frank is actually not sad.
Because he was the one who killed him!
Karl did not offer words of comfort to Maria, whose expression was full of grief.
Instead, he shifted his attention to the light screen that only he could see.
"Hmm? The Prestige really hasn't increased…"
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