"Why?"
She didn't understand why Zhang Jie stopped Emilia from calling her superior to report on the mission.
Zhang Jie remained silent, only pointing to his phone, then upwards, then to his ear.
"Someone's listening?"
Emilia didn't get it, and Zhang Jie sighed, "How did you become an Interpol agent?"
And a special agent at that?
Even administrative staff have more brains than you!
"An inside man!" The moment Zhang Jie uttered those two words, Emilia's eyes involuntarily widened.
"Impossible!"
Why so many 'impossibles'?
9:23 PM.
Zhang Jie's ears twitched, keenly catching the sound of a police siren, and the direction it was coming from... *Slap!* Zhang Jie clapped his hands. "Alright everyone, I don't think we can wait until tomorrow. The police are here!"
What!
The few of them were instantly alarmed.
However, Michael clearly didn't believe Zhang Jie. He hadn't heard anything, so how could Zhang Jie hear the police coming?
Furthermore, Emilia was Interpol; shouldn't the police be assisting them?
Zhang Jie went to the window, pulled back the curtain a tiny bit, and looked down to see several cars parked downstairs, with people getting out.
"Believe it or not, the guys who are here to assassinate Jin Kaide are already in position. Get ready to leave here; this is no place to linger."
At this moment, Michael also came to the surveillance screen and looked, immediately amazed by Zhang Jie's performance.
"Oh shit. You really are a formidable man."
It was only then that Michael believed Zhang Jie. Indeed, many people had surrounded the place, and it looked like a tough fight was coming.
However, Michael was thinking about how to safely get Jin Kaide out, not about engaging in a firefight with them.
He drew his Pistol, cautiously opened a crack in the door, glanced outside, and muttered, "This building has two towers, connected by a skybridge in the middle. There's no stairwell, no fire escape, no emergency exit..."
"And no adjacent rooftops."
By now, Jin Kaide had jumped out of bed, grabbed a gun, and walked out.
"You know, you bastard, you're not the only one on this planet who's good at observing, motherfucker."
It seemed his injuries were recovering well; he was already cussing.
But Michael was clearly in the zone and not in the mood to bicker with him. He directly told Jin Kaide, "I'll go out first, you follow. I need to check all passages for safety before you can come."
Jin Kaide looked indifferent, "Really? Do you think that's necessary?"
"My mission is to keep you from harm." With that, Michael opened the door and walked out.
"What a load of shit, I *am* the harm!"
Jin Kaide felt quite speechless. What was this guy talking about?
Zhang Jie merely glanced at the scene downstairs again, pondered for a moment, and came up with a decent escape route.
However, looking at Jin Kaide's limp leg, this plan seemed a bit risky. After all, his mission was to protect Jin Kaide, not to get him killed.
So he could only say to Emilia, "Stay here, don't go anywhere. That way you'll be safe."
The target was Jin Kaide, not anyone else.
The three of them went into the hallway. Michael observed from the front but found that the enemies had blocked it off, so he decided to go around.
"There are people here, let's go the other way."
Zhang Jie and Jin Kaide exchanged glances, a slight smile playing on both their lips.
The next second!
The two of them yanked open the corridor door and charged out!
Michael was stunned: "Fuck!"
The metal door of the safe house was kicked open, and Zhang Jie and Jin Kaide burst into the corridor like two leopards.
They both raised their arms almost simultaneously, the muzzles of their guns cutting two silver lines in the dim light.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zhang Jie's glock 34 was the first to fire, two to the chest, one to the head.
The 9mm bullets tore through the air, the first hitting the nearest enemy's bulletproof vest, the impact making the man stumble backward.
The second shot precisely hit the same spot, and the ceramic plate finally shattered.
The third shot entered through the jaw, bringing forth a spray of blood mist.
Jin Kaide's fighting style was even wilder.
The bald, muscular man held his Pistol with one hand, Shooting as he moved, each bullet accompanied by a furious roar of "Motherfucker."
The .45 ACP rounds sent the killer at the stairwell flying backward, smashing through the railing and tumbling downstairs.
"Three o'clock!" Zhang Jie suddenly growled.
Without even looking, Jin Kaide sidestepped and swung his Pistol, the bullet passing through the glass window on the fire door, headshotting the ambusher hiding behind it.
Shattered glass shards mixed with brain matter splattered on the wall, a gruesome sight.
Three gunmen suddenly appeared around the corner on the second floor.
Zhang Jie performed a sliding tackle, rushing forward low to the ground, bullets grazing his hair and embedding in the ceiling.
The moment he stopped sliding, he dual-wielded his glock 34s, firing simultaneously; his left-hand Pistol suppressed enemy fire, while his right-hand Pistol fired precise shots for kills.
The leftmost killer's knee was hit first, and the moment he knelt, the second bullet had already pierced his eye socket.
Jin Kaide seized the opportunity to push forward.
He limped but didn't slow down, swinging a fire axe with his thick arm to cleave open a wooden door, while his other hand reached out from under the axe blade to fire.
The nearest enemy had just raised his MP5 when three .45 bullets blew bloody holes in his chest.
Bang!
Zhang Jie suddenly shifted his aim, a bullet whizzing past Jin Kaide's ear, shattering the Adam's apple of a gangster who was about to ambush them.
Jin Kaide gave a thumbs-up without looking back, then used his Pistol butt to knock out an enemy attacking from the side.
When Michael finally rushed out of the room, only smoke and bodies remained in the corridor.
Eight bodies lay in various twisted postures, the bullet holes showing an astonishing pattern: Zhang Jie's kills were all standard Mozambique drills (two to the chest, one to the head), while Jin Kaide's were mostly three-shot bursts to the torso.
"You guys are fucking cheating, aren't you?" Michael stared with wide eyes.
"Oh, thank God, you're finally here."
Jin Kaide limped over to a body, picked up a dropped Desert Eagle, and checked the magazine. "Rookie, top assassins are this efficient."
He deliberately emphasized the word "top." "But your Asian friend really has some skills."
Zhang Jie, who was using the tip of his shoe to pick up another MP5, smiled at the comment. "The feeling's mutual."
He noticed that although Jin Kaide's leg injury hadn't healed, he always precisely used walls and doorframes as pivot points when moving, minimizing the impact of his limp—this was the battlefield wisdom of a true veteran assassin.
"You're assassins, is killing everyone also an assassination?"
Zhang Jie smiled, "Then I ask you, does that mean no one knows?"
Michael: ?
"Alright, let's go, the police will be here any minute!"
The three immediately ran upstairs. The previous skirmish had made them lose the initiative, so they could only go to the rooftop.
Upon reaching the rooftop, Michael was dumbfounded; there were no stairs, no skybridge...!
But Jin Kaide had no time to dally. He saw the garbage truck below, so without a word, he just jumped down.
Zhang Jie covered his face, unable to watch!
Because Jin Kaide... *Clang!*
"Ah!"
*Thump!*
"Fuck!"
*Clang!*
"Shit!"
*Thump!*
"Motherfucker!"
He landed "safely," lying in the garbage truck, sucking in cold air.
Smashing through construction scaffolding all the way down must have been tough for him.
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