The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 1: THE NEGOTIATION

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In a skyscraper that is quite high, precisely in the room of the President of a large company is going through strange negotiations.

Two men of different ages were sitting opposite each other who were only limited to a large table. The two had a serious conversation.

“Hundred million if you manage to make it defective. Five hundred million if you manage to obliterate his life!” said Reno, the middle-aged man while putting two silver suitcases on the table.

The man opened his suitcase, and thrust it at Jourrel Alvaro. A mysterious young man who is always in touch with the big guys, who always uses dirty tricks to subvert his opponent.

Jourrel who had been leaning back relaxed, now moved. His hand grabbed a ten million buckle and shook it.

“Hmmm!” Jourrel simply muttered, examining the other bendel accompanied by a rough snort of breath.

His main job is to be a lifeline for people who are targeted by someone. High pay often he gets because it always satisfies his clients.

Jourrel always works alone, without anyone to help. Because according to him, it will be difficult to work if with others.

He can always do cleanly, even cleverly fool law enforcement officials. Always escapes in the hunt.

Jourrel has a lot of identity, not a difficult thing because he has a good relationship with the people in. It made it easy for him to escape.

“All information I have sent to your email!” resolute Reno laughing smirk.

Jourrel immediately picked up his phone, checking for potential targets he was about to eliminate this time. A woman with a blue face, curly hair and blue manik, very beautiful.

"What's your motive this time?" jourrel asked still staring at the beautiful girl's photo.

"He always manages to take my clients! Snot son but already dare to seize my clients! Minimal handicap of his hands, let's not be able to make architecture again!" snort the old man.

'Ck! You old jackass! Of course, people will prefer more creative, innovative and fresh graduates. It is possible to compete in a dirty way!' asjourrel in his heart.

One of his eyebrows raised, “Haih, it looks like the target this time is quite heavy. Added again! Otherwise, I wouldn't do it!” jourrel said snorting.

“It usually does that too? Why now ask for more?” reno rejected it firmly.

Actually Jourrel did not know the target too well. He just guessed, if the target is not from the ordinary just look from the beautiful face, even berparas kebulean girl. His feelings rarely miss.

Jourrel was a handsome young man, looking very calm. However, behind it all, it is actually so deadly. That was the young man's temperament. No one would have thought that he was a hit man.

Moreover, he always bandaged the face and the entire body when carrying out the execution. Just leaving his eagle eyes to scan the target.

Jourrel stood up straight, flicking his slightly tangled black suit, “Alright, if you can't, I say goodbye!” he turned and walked away.

“Wait!” Reno stopped him quickly.

A smirk now rose on Jourrel's lips. He was sure, whatever he said would be obeyed. Because Jourrel has known Reno for a long time. The old man was so ambitious and justified in every way to achieve his wish.

Reno breezed over to Jourrel, “Five hundred million as a down payment. The rest I will give you after you successfully execute it!” said Reno standing behind Jourrel.

The young man turned around, hiding both hands in his pants pocket. “There should be black over white. Please prepare first, I'll be back tomorrow! And again, just give me a check. I don't want it in money!” jourrel blinked one eye and left the room completely.

Out of the company, Jourrel immediately approached the motor sport that always faithfully accompanied his journey. Full face helmet faithfully protects his head, then immediately turn on the motor and drive it at high speed.

Jourrel stops at a fancy restaurant. Breezed in for just a sip of coffee. He sat in the corner of the restaurant, shuffling his hair occasionally whistling casually.

Not everyone can see it in the corner. But he can circulate the view to all corners of the room.

A cigarette is now starting to be ignited and flanked by two fingers. Smoke began to rise in the air. His back was relaxed.

While waiting for orders, Jourrel grabbed back his advanced phone, tracing correctly how his potential target was. But all he knew, the girl was a young architect who was already famous among top businessmen.

At a young age, Cheryl already has a lot of work relations. So that not infrequently the rival wants to drop it, there are even those who do not hesitate to kill him.

“Cheryl Anastasia, hmmm beautiful name. A beautiful face. Unfortunately, I have to stop your heartbeat,” murmured Jourrel smiled mysteriously.

Jourrel re-ignited his extinguished cigarette. Both of his arms were elbowed, and focused on the cigarette.

However, his movements suddenly came to a halt as his eyes caught his enthusiastic-looking target candidate talking to the man opposite him, occasionally laughing which further added to the girl's elegance.

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