The Chameleon smiled. It was a hollow, practiced expression. “I don’t have it anymore. I sold it three hours ago. But that’s not why you’re here, is it? You’re here because the ICA wants me dead for betraying them. And you’re the broom that sweeps up the trash.”
“And can you?”
“What are you doing?” The Chameleon’s voice wavered for the first time. hitman vs hitman agent 47
Diana’s voice was a cold whisper in his earpiece. “The Chameleon is no ordinary contractor, 47. He was trained by the same people who made you. He knows our protocols. He knows you .” The Chameleon smiled