Chapter 1249

Laird had been navigating the shadowy corridors of the Dark Web for a good while, fully aware of the grave consequences of landing on its blacklist. However, what caught him off guard was the uproar a seemingly straightforward gig had stirred up, with the client's details then under the microscope.

The Dark Web's task postings, though shrouded in council-grade encryption, were never impervious to the persistent, it was only a matter of time before the client's identity would surface.

With that thought, Laird's anxiety spiked, and he bellowed, "Wasyl, for the love of God, I'm asking you again—tell me straight, is your mark really just some discharged jarhead? He doesn't have another side to him??"

Wasyl looked like he had been hit by a truck, stammering, "Laird, I swear I'm not playing you. He's just an ex-soldier, that's all."

"No way!" Laird was not buying it and exploded, "Bullshit! If he was just Joe Schmo, how in the world did he end up on the no-touch list? I've never seen