As a top mercenary, our organization often accepted various shady tasks on the dark web.
And the reason I met Jeff was because he was the employer of that order.
During that time, he was hunted by his enemies and I was his bodyguard, with a protection period of three months.
In those three months, I saved him from danger countless times and on the day when the three months were up, the killer and I hired by the other party fired a bullet at the same time.
The opponent died on the spot and the bullet that shot at me was only half an inch away from my heart. I was lucky to survive.
When I woke up from the hospital bed, Jeff was lying beside me with red eyes, like a frightened rabbit.
“What are you crying for? Our cooperation period has expired and the mercenary is dead. No one can hurt you in the future. Don’t be afraid.”
I really thought he was crying because he was afraid. After all, he was different from me, who dealt with corpses all year round.
For someone like Jeff who had been pampered since childhood, it was normal for him to be afraid when he went through such a life-and-death situation.
But he shook his head, put his forehead on the back of my hand and spoke word by word with sobs.