Two Hundred and one

CHAPTER 201

The Fixer raised one hand in the air, then brushed off the shoulder of the messenger who stood protecting him from the front. "This is my guest. You can stop pointing a gun at him."

The Fixer's messenger was a well-built man who was used to fighting. He had a dragon tattoo, and as it turned out, all men who worked for The Fixer would indeed have a dragon tattooed on their body as a condition of joining The Fixer.

The Fixer laughed, he then took his cigar and said, "You can put your gun down now, Ace. My men won't shoot you."

Ace thought for a moment before he slowly lowered the gun in his hand. Ace's brown eyes scanned in one motion, he saw that the base camp mentioned by Amanda was a warehouse filled with wooden boxes that Ace himself could not guess. He then looked at The Fixer again, who looked very relaxed in his large chair.

Gray smoke filled the atmosphere between them due to The Fixer's cigar.

"What makes you dare to come to my place, Ace Blake?"

Ace's eyebrows were deeply furrowed. "How do you know my name?"

The Fixer smirked, his sly side on display as he puffed cigarette smoke from his mouth. "Someone paid me to arrest you. Do you have anything interesting to offer me?"

Ace visibly gulped on the spot. His decision to go to The Fixer, to find Amanda's weakness, was related to himself.

"Who's after me?!" Ace pointed the gun again at The Fixer, and that made The Fixer's bodyguard move to point the gun again at Ace. "Tell me! Now!"

But the man known for his mysterious nature did not answer immediately. The Fixer placed his cigar on a box-shaped silver ashtray. Before The Fixer crossed his arms over his chest and raised one eyebrow. "That's client information, I can't tell you. Unless, you pay for it."

Ace gave a short snort. "It's Angela, isn't it?"

"..."

"Angela paid you to arrest me, didn't she?! Did she also ask you to kill me?"

The Fixer got up from the large throne-like chair. He walked over to his bodyguard, then tapped him lightly on the shoulder as he said, "You can go over to the corner. I'll talk to him." And the bodyguard immediately nodded obediently without asking many questions. The Fixer then walked forward, approaching Ace who was still holding his gun warily. He glanced at Ace, then grinned. "A youngster like you, shouldn't be playing around with this thing."

The Fixer's one hand moved to lower the gun, then he continued without any fear.

"If you want to talk, go ahead and talk. If you want to shoot, you're in the wrong place."

Ace sighed, then he looked at The Fixer straight on. "I want to do business with you."

The smile on The Fixer's lips was like the Joker's, wide and terrifying. But Ace was calm, he stood his ground. Ace's gaze boldly returned The Fixer's.

"Well, I already asked you. What can you give me? The price you give me must be higher than the price I previously received from someone who wants you."

Ace tilted his head, then he said, "One million dollars."

"Wow, interesting." The Fixer grinned. He turned around, returned to his favorite chair and crossed his legs. Raising one eyebrow, The Fixer pointed at Ace. "What do you want by giving me a million dollars?"

"I want to have a nice escape, for two."

"Well, well, well, looks like you're going to escape New York with that girl, um?" The Fixer rubbed his chin, then continued in a low voice. "What that girl's name is, I almost forgot. Ah! Alicia, yes! That girl's name is Alicia. Are you going to take her away with you?"

Ace raised his face. "How much do you know about her?"

"Alicia? Hm, not too much. I followed her just to find you." The Fixer then tried to change the subject. "So, what do you need?"

"I've killed a lot of people and am a fugitive now," Ace said bluntly. "All my identities should be rejected by all transportation. I'm going to England. I'm going to see someone called Professor Kyoto."

The man sitting in the big chair listened to Ace's words intently, The Fixer didn't want to miss any information from Ace.

"I don't want my mom to make a deal with that crazy doctor. I have to stop him, but I won't go alone, I have to take Alicia with me."

Ace's voice was full of determination and courage.

The Fixer leaned back in his chair, twirling the remaining cigar in the ashtray. His eyes looked at Ace, calculating and shrewd. "So, Ace Blake, you want to escape to England, and you're willing to pay a million dollars for it. That's an interesting offer."

Ace maintained eye contact with The Fixer, his resolve unwavering. "I need a new identity, a way out of this country, and a way to make sure Angela can't track us. Can you make it happen?"

The Fixer grinned, revealing a set of teeth that seemed to gleam in the dimly lit warehouse. "I can arrange all that, but a million dollars is a large sum. What makes you think it's worth it?"

"Because I know what Angela will be working on. She needs a lot of money to build chemical weapons, she's going to kill everyone in the world with her invention at that hospital. I knew all about her plans from Mike, Angela's man."

The Fixer's laughter filled the small room again. He crossed his arms over his chest. "I couldn't find Mike, he turned traitor and leaked client information to the target. Where is Mike now?"

"We're not talking about Mike," Ace finished. "Tell me whether you can accept this business or not."

"I will take your offer into consideration."

"I'll give you more if you can help me get out of this town with Alicia, and, don't tell Angela about me."