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Chapter 64 - Chapter 64: Foolishness and Romance

At this moment, the vicinity of the Hague International Court in Amsterdam was already teeming with Interpol agents and Dukevich's men. As long as Jin Kaide dared to show his face, he would either be captured or killed.

So, what was Jin Kaide, who had snuck away, doing at this moment?

He was buying a hat, a gray plaid cap, from a small vendor.

He then put it on, covering his distinctive bald head.

Afterward, he bought a basket of tulips from a stall further ahead.

Earlier, when he was retrieving bullets at a safe house in Coventry and spoke to his wife, Sophia, he had been scolded by her for getting the name and location of the tulips wrong.

But Sophia did like tulips.

He then walked down the street, swaggering, carrying this basket of tulips.

Zhang Jie, standing in the distance, shook his head and sighed.

"Damn it, I'm an assassin, how did I end up in this bodyguard business? Damned Veronica, you owe me compensation!"

Saying this, Zhang Jie immediately went forward, covered the mouth of a person wearing headphones, and then struck him on the back of his neck.

"It's getting dark, time to sleep, bad baby."

He placed this Interpol agent on a roadside seat, making him appear to be asleep, and then continued to follow.

At this moment, Michael also appeared. He saw what Zhang Jie had done and understood what Jin Kaide intended to do.

He did not intervene, merely following silently behind with Zhang Jie, clearing their path.

Jin Kaide carried that basket of Dutch tulips as if he were an idler going for an outing in the countryside.

Jin Kaide hummed an off-key jazz tune, his steps light, the bouquet of tulips swaying gently in the basket.

A man in a cheap leather jacket leaned against a shop window, pretending to admire the displayed hard bagels, while one hand quietly slid towards a bulging armpit.

"Mine!"

Zhang Jie clung to him like a ghost.

His movements were precise and swift; his left hand clasped the man's gun-drawing hand, his thumb pressing accurately on an acupoint on the inner side of the wrist bone.

The thug's arm instantly went numb, his fingers loosened, and before he could even draw his Pistol, Zhang Jie had tucked it into his own trench coat pocket.

At the same time, Zhang Jie's right knee delivered a violent kick to the man's soft abdomen, then he shoved him into a narrow doorway piled with empty beer crates nearby.

On Michael's side, a textbook "German suplex"!

The burly man's body arced clumsily through the air, then slammed heavily onto the wet bridge deck with a "thud," splashing water everywhere, and he was completely still.

Michael clapped his hands, then bent down nimbly to pull out the glock Pistols tucked into the small of both men's backs. With a casual flick of his arm, the two guns traced a silvery arc, then, with a dull "plop," "plop," they sank into the murky canal below the bridge.

Just like that, Jin Kaide continued to limp towards the clock tower, carrying the tulips, as if he knew nothing.

Behind him, all the Interpol agents or Dukevich's men who spotted him were either knocked unconscious or directly carried away and stuffed into trash cans by Zhang Jie and Michael, then disarmed.

It must be said that the two men's actions were indeed professional and swift, without any unnecessary delay. All the guys who discovered Jin Kaide were quickly dealt with by the two.

Under the escort of Zhang Jie and Michael, Jin Kaide arrived at the museum's clock tower. He looked up at the clock tower, a smile playing on his lips.

Jin Kaide gently placed the basket of vibrant tulips on the eaves below the clock, then took off the baseball cap on his head and casually placed it over the flower basket, pressing down a few petals that were restless in the wind.

Afterward, he looked towards the women's prison below the clock tower and turned to leave.

In her prison room, Sophia was unleashing a torrent of Russian curses, like a storm, at an expressionless female guard. Her vocabulary was so rich that it made the female guard swear she had never heard so many vulgarities in her life.

After a long while, Sophia, tired of cursing, turned to look out the window.

She instinctively glanced in the direction of the clock tower, where the time was displayed.

Then her gaze fixed intently on the distant clock tower opposite.

In the dim rain, a baseball cap was comically placed over a basket of burning tulips, like a clumsy but unmistakably clear signal.

The anger on Sophia's face receded as rapidly as a tide.

A trace of disbelief, followed by a huge, ecstatic smile bright enough to illuminate the entire cell, suddenly bloomed at the corners of her mouth.

The smile was so radiant, so out of place, that the female guard opposite, who was accustomed to all sorts of hysterics and despair, was stunned, and confusedly followed her gaze to look back.

She saw nothing.

Through the iron bars of the prison window, sunlight refracted on Sophia's face. Her eyes were so dazed as she looked at the distant tulips, muttering to herself.

"Oh, my charming little cockroach..."

Meanwhile, in an inconspicuous narrow alley below the clock tower, Michael was stuffing the last unconscious Dukevich henchman into a huge green trash can.

He grumbled as he pushed down, "...This trash can... who designed it? It's so hard to stuff a grown man in!... Hey buddy, tuck in your butt!"

Zhang Jie, with his arms crossed, leaned against the alley wall, watching Michael struggle to stuff a person, a suppressed smile playing on his lips.

"Alright, that's enough. I think Jin Kaide should be done too."

And Jin Kaide slowly appeared behind them.

Before Jin Kaide could even speak, Michael immediately grabbed Jin Kaide and ranted furiously.

"Don't you know how dangerous Amsterdam is right now? The streets are crawling with Interpol and Dukevich's men, and you still have the leisure to deliver flowers?"

Michael felt like he was going crazy; he had never protected such a troublesome target.

"Of course I know how dangerous it was along the way, but isn't that precisely the service you, as a 3A-level bodyguard, should provide? Honestly, I'm very satisfied with this service."

Yes, he was able to deliver the flowers to the clock tower without incident, thanks to Zhang Jie and Michael.

Did he not know how dangerous Amsterdam was right now?

Of course he did. As a top assassin, his observational skills were remarkably keen. He knew every assassin and every Interpol agent he had passed.

But what did it matter? This could not deter his determination to express his love to Sophia; the flowers had to be delivered in person.

He also believed that Michael and Zhang Jie would understand his intentions.

"Life is short, you must cherish the one beside you. Emilia is such a good person, and you, with your foul mouth, she was still willing to be with you. Why did you two have to break up?"

Jin Kaide once again posed a soul-searching question to Michael, also serving as a final nudge. He believed Michael deserved a woman like Emilia, and he also believed Emilia deserved a man like Michael.

Facing Jin Kaide's questioning, Michael remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "I should forget about that Kurosawa incident."

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