You Hit My Heart
Chapter 534

Christian came close to Joyce and blew softly in her ear, gangly, whichseemed like he was flirting.

"Oh, that's quite something to ask. So you want an empty check? Whatam I capable of doing for you? I can't do killing and setting fire jobs."Joyce snickered and dusted him off.

"Surely it won't be something difficult for you, not against the law, notagainst your heart, within your ability. Don't worry." Christian assured."OK. You tell me. What information did you get?"

Joyce had a straightforward nature and there was always a price to payfor getting anything. Whatever it was that he wanted her to do, and it'snot against the law, and it's not against her heart, and it's within herability, sure, she could accept it.

"It's not convenient to talk here with people coming and going, so youcome with me." Christian hooked his little finger and threw a wink at heras he straightened up and crossed his long, slender legs past Joyce.Joyce looked slightly wary, but followed him to an unoccupied placebetween two buildings.

It's not spacious enough for two people to pass through side by side,but it's very secluded. And there was a wall at the end, so one couldonly enter and exit through the entrance.

"Go ahead.” Joyce leaned her back against the old brick wall, armsaround her chest, waiting for him to speak up.

"This Ricky is quite something. Former Special Forces, very agile, veryaccurate with his shooting, and very good at counter-surveillance. Hehad been on foreign missions before. Two years ago he returned to thedomestic military zone, became Charlotte's personal lieutenant, andhas now been promoted to captain." Christian began to say.

"Huh."

Joyce couldn't help but laugh, "What you just said, Karl has all foundout. Mr. Ballard, is that all you can tell me?"

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet. I was just briefing you on hisbackground."

Christian smiled mysteriously lightly and continued.

"On the surface, he was a special forces soldier who had been onoverseas missions. But that's not true, and he faked it all. His realidentity abroad is a mercenary. Do you understand mercenary?""Taking money from people?" Joyce raised an eyebrow.

"Well. To put it nicely, they are mercenaries, and to put it directly, theyare no different from killers. However, ordinary Killers would not takespecial tasks. Mercenaries take all kinds of tasks, from anyone who canpay the price — assassination, or counter-terrorism. No matter who it is,as long as they pay enough, there will be people selling their lives."Christian explained.

“I know. I've heard of mercenaries. So, then what? What does that tellyou about Ricky, who came from a killer background and hid hisunsavory resume to enter the military?"

Joyce had contact with mercenaries, and Georgia, the prison guardwho died in the kidnapping incident, had also been a mercenary andbecame a prison guard later. Georgia said that the people who wereafter them should all be mercenaries.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but frown even deeper.

"Don't worry, I haven't gotten to the point.” Christian sold off, and saidslowly, "Khebury's arms market are under my control. The other day, Ilearned something. There were people who anonymously rented sniperrifles on the black market for a high price. You know, Khebury is quite apeaceful city, and there has not been such a thing for a long time."

"A sniper rifle?" Joyce exclaimed, reacting almost instantly, "It can't be,awm?"

Christian reached out and flicked her forehead, "Smart. No wonder somany men like you. I like you too, why not give me a chance?"

He started to shake off the bum again before he had a few seriouswords.

Joyce stretched her leg and kicked him, "Talk properly!