Frank Martin is a professional transporter, specializing in protecting and delivering valuable items or important individuals; his job is somewhat similar to that of a bodyguard in ancient times.
He's a top-notch professional in this line of work, with a reputation for completing every mission flawlessly.
However, as the saying goes, success brings wealth. Frank, now worth millions, is a small-time millionaire. Wanting to enjoy life, he hasn't taken a job in over two months!
He has a six-figure sum in his bank account, so why not take a vacation?
He even turned down a job from a group of Russians yesterday.
But today's commission? He couldn't refuse it!
"Frank, I'm in trouble!" The moment he picked up the phone, Frank heard his old friend Otto's voice.
Even though Otto tried to control his emotions, the sensitive Frank could still hear a hint of fear in his tone.
"What's wrong?"
"This lady here says that if you can't deliver the stuff from locker number nine on Victory Avenue to the deepest grave in Orleans Public Cemetery before six o'clock tonight, then my head might explode!" Otto said, glancing at the gun pointed at his forehead, still shaken.
As Frank's good friend, Otto had seen his share of rough situations, but the woman who barged in was just too formidable!
Otto's proud fighting skills were completely useless against her. He was, after all, a giant, nearly six-foot-three and weighing almost three hundred pounds, yet she'd lifted him with just one hand.
This woman was simply not human!
Of course, Otto only dared to grumble this in his heart. He wouldn't dare say it out loud even if he was beaten to death.
After all, saying something like that to a woman would be even more stimulating than courting death!
"Tell her, I accept!" Frank agreed without the slightest hesitation. Although this guy was always arrogant, he valued friendship very much. If Li Qingyuan had directly threatened him, he might have refused out of pride. But with his friend's life as leverage, this guy instantly caved!
After hanging up the phone, Frank immediately drove to Victory Avenue. He had already received a verification code on his phone. After using the code to open the box, inside was a combination lock and a thick stack of banknotes.
"So generous?" Looking at the stack of banknotes, which were at least thirty or forty thousand, Frank couldn't help but be a little stunned.
From Paris to Orleans was only about a hundred kilometers. Even driving slowly at his speed, it would take no more than half an hour. To earn so much money in such a short time, it seemed what was in the box was definitely important!
However, he had made such a big name for himself in the escort world because of his reputation. Regardless of what was in the box, he wasn't interested.
After all, those who hired him to deliver packages were basically illegal organizations, and what they transported were definitely things that couldn't be seen in the light. If he was too curious, he would have been killed long ago!
Taking the combination lock and putting it in his car, Frank began to vigilantly observe his surroundings.
The other party not only spent a lot of money but also kidnapped his friend, indicating this mission was definitely dangerous. Even he couldn't afford to be careless.
Frank drove extremely cautiously the whole way, taking nearly an hour and a half to cover a mere hundred kilometers.
The main reason was the sheer number of vehicles on the road from Paris to Orleans. He constantly felt someone would open fire on him from another car, or maybe even throw a grenade. Most of his attention was focused on preventing an ambush.
But when he nervously arrived at Orleans Public Cemetery, he hadn't encountered any danger, which made Frank sigh with relief about his good luck.
A courier was like an escort in ancient times. They couldn't encounter danger on every mission; if that were the case, no amount of escorts would be enough!
The mission required him to place the box on a tomb at the deepest part of the cemetery. Frank parked the car at the cemetery entrance, picked up the box, and walked toward the depths of the cemetery.
The moment he entered the cemetery, Frank felt a chilling aura emanating from all directions. Even though it was still summer, he felt an icy cold that went straight to his bones, as if he were possessed by a ghost.
Shaking his body to dispel the cold, Frank decided he must be overthinking things!
He looked around and saw a girl crying ahead on the path. She was crying so pitifully, it was enough to make anyone feel sorry for her.
Frank, being a warmhearted person, felt he should comfort her. After all, the dead couldn't be brought back to life, and the living still had to move on.
It wasn't because the other person was pretty and cute; he just couldn't bear to see a beautiful girl cry.
Besides, judging from her posture and physical condition, the girl in front of him was a weak young woman with no ability to defend herself. Frank didn't think she posed any danger.
"My dear lady, you should try to accept this with a brave heart. I'm sure the gentleman in the afterlife wouldn't want to see you so sad!" Frank walked behind the girl and said.
"Waaah...Waaah...Waaaah..." Jinmi was crying her heart out. To prevent Frank from discovering her poor acting, Li Qingyuan had squeezed two whole onions onto her face.
Her face felt like it was on fire, her eyes were also hurting, and she was extremely worried that she might go blind in the future. She couldn't hear anything from the outside world!
"Ma'am, crying like this will hurt your health!" Frank kindly reminded her.
"I...I...Waaah..." Jinmi didn't know what that villain wanted by leaving her here. She wanted to remind this kind uncle, but she stammered and couldn't speak.
If she ruined the villain's plan, would she be retaliated against?
She wanted to tell Frank it was a trap, but she was also afraid of dying!
"What was that?" Frank instantly became alert. Although the girl hadn't made it clear, her urgent tone didn't match her current demeanor.
He immediately leaped forward, preparing to tackle the girl to the ground, but as he was mid-air, he dropped like a broken puppet, thud.
"I told you to do it on the road. You insisted on waiting until the cemetery!" Jill emerged from her hiding place, speaking with slight disdain.
Even at the beginner level of Bullet Time, combined with her already impeccable marksmanship, it was virtually impossible to miss.
"This guy's driving skills are even better than those in the Brotherhood. What if he got away if we attacked on the way?" Li Qingyuan shrugged helplessly, smiling.
Everyone had their own strengths. Frank's greatest strength was his driving. As long as it had wheels, he could make it dance!
He could even catch up to sports cars on a bicycle. Trying to hit a moving Frank wouldn't be easy!
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