The Greatest Man Alive By Maveric Bowman

Six people sat in the meeting room. These six people were the six leaders of the killer organization, The Lake.

Nathan grinned and said, "Hello, everyone. If you're my guys, cut me."

These six people turned to look at him, and their faces changed a lot.

At this moment, on the screen in the meeting room, there were two photos. One was Gussie, and the other was Nathan.

Gussie came out after Nathan. She wore a short down jacket with jeans and a pair of Nike sneakers, which made her look very simple and fresh.

"Are you looking at our photos? You don't have to look at them. We are here," Gussie said lightly.

Among these six people, an elderly man in his sixties frowned and said slowly, "I didn't expect the two of you to be so well-informed. I can't believe you came right to our organization..."

Nathan took Gussie's hand and walked in directly. Then they sat down side by side on the chairs beside these six people.

"Continue the meeting. I want to know how you plan to kill me after losing thirteen killers," Nathan said with a smile, tilting his head.

The old man became sullen and said, "Since you came here on your own initiative and delivered yourself into our hands, then it seems that we don't need to discuss it."

Gussie shook her head and said, "I'm curious how much money the Reagan family in Rikkus gave you. How much is my life worth?"

"Six million dollars," The old man didn't hesitate to tell the real situation to a dying person.

Gussie said with disappointment, "The Reagan family's members are really stingy. If I live, I can get more than a billion dollars from them. But they're buying my life for six million dollars?"

Six million dollars was actually a sky-high price for Gussie, who was an unknown person.

Generally speaking, ordinary people wanted to find killers to kill others, they often spent more than ten thousand dollars. There were so many desperados rushing to do it.

If they looked for a better organization, they would have to spend between a hundred thousand and a few hundred thousand dollars. Those people, who could be worth six million dollars, were often celebrities and had a certain social status.

are going

she started playing with it. The butterfly knife was

envious. She really liked the butterfly knife, but she couldn't play with

said, "Since you're here, don't

we'll only charge the Reagan family one share. Give them the other

the Reagan family hate me very much. They

dispersed slowly and then surrounded Nathan and Gussie about two meters

He only saw that her expression was as usual, without any timidity or

her guts, and that fight on the cliff

of Warlord was too sharp, so she

ask Butcher and me to come here so late?" A carefree voice

strong man to a skinny monkey, walked in. As soon as he saw the bustle

something was wrong when he saw the two men in black lying at the door. When he came

when she heard the strange screams of these two

"What

"Excited," Nathan said indifferently.

Butcher had become

free to kill now, but under Nathan's control. Seeing the opportunity to kill others, they would naturally

to die? It's just right. You are going to die

is a woman," Butcher

the left belong to you, and the three on the

no. This woman belongs

"Have you guys finished

hurriedly turned their heads and bowed to

confused. They wondered if people nowadays were

turned cold, and he

finishing his words,

holding the butterfly knife

through, Butcher's large, chubby hand pinched her wrist. Then she turned her head and saw