The so-called mercenaries are nothing more than war machines fighting for money, so nothing excites these people more than money.
"Don't worry, I've already arranged everything, we have one minute left!"
During their conversation, two minutes passed quietly. Bordeaux glanced at his watch, then signaled to his men outside, instructing them to retreat and clean any traces of their presence.
"What are those guys up to?"
Bordeaux frowned slightly, showing a hint of dissatisfaction.
Usually, at Bordeaux's first word, someone would respond and come in immediately, but this time ten seconds passed without a sound.
Just as Bordeaux was about to step out and discipline his subordinates, Scorpion stopped him. Bordeaux instinctively looked at Scorpion, seeing that he had already stood up, a pitch-black handgun appeared in his right hand.
Seeing Scorpion like this, Bordeaux immediately understood his meaning and drew his own weapon.