The surveillance footage instantly went black, and Mountbatten's eyelids twitched.
"All the people on the perimeter have been cleared by you. What's the meaning of you being outside now and not coming in?"
He didn't even enter the door, just stayed at the entrance. For Mountbatten, he actually wished the other party would just come in.
From beginning to end, he never thought his underground factory would be breached so easily, and by only two people.
But reality slapped him in the face.
Through the office door, Zhang Jie raised his Pistol.
John, however, stopped him.
Then, John silently raised his Pistol, removed the silencer, and pulled the trigger at the door.
Bang bang bang bang—
A full magazine was quickly emptied, followed by a rapid reload.
The door had been riddled with holes like a beehive.
Zhang Jie said nothing; there was nothing to say at this moment.
Mountbatten, who had been sitting in his boss's chair, was startled by the sudden gunshots and the rattling sounds in the office. The fish tank near the door had completely shattered.
A silver arowana, over a meter long, struggled on the ground, but the bullet holes on its body announced its imminent demise.
"Fuck! My silver arowana!"
Mountbatten was very angry, but in his fury, it was just a moment of anger.
Just as he was fuming, John had already strode in, his Pistol steadily pointed at him.
In a daze, he actually forgot to return fire with his Pistol and was suppressed first, his Desert Eagle still not even raised.
"We meet again, Mountbatten. Or should I call you: Wolfgang Conrad Wagner?" John's tone was very calm, and there was no expression on his face.
"You've investigated very thoroughly, John." Mountbatten, no, Wolfgang, sneered, "If you want to avenge your disciple, you can go ahead and do it."
When he truly faced John, he suddenly wasn't so panicked anymore. He even wanted to take a gamble.
He put down the Desert Eagle in his hand.
Looking at John, he said, "I'm sure you'd really like to know how your good disciple died, wouldn't you?"
As soon as he said this, Zhang Jie, who was standing nearby, almost covered his face. Good heavens, you really know how to poke a hornet's nest.
You are courting death.
But John was very calm. "I know his capabilities very well; it's impossible for you to kill him so easily."
"Indeed, I must admit that fellow's skills were truly remarkable. Two of my tactical squads were wiped out by him alone; not a single person survived."
Wolfgang stood up, anger rising on his face. "Do you know why I had to kill him? Because he killed my most beloved younger son, and he also killed my older son!"
Oh?
There's more to the story?
Zhang Jie, who was nearby, immediately perked up. If you're going to tell me that, I'm not sleepy anymore.
If wiping out two tactical squads by himself was already abnormal enough, what's the deal with your younger son and older son?
Don't tell me they were rich young masters who just had to provoke a super assassin; that would be truly cliché.
"Because of a woman, your damned disciple actually killed my younger son! Damn it, I've never seen anything so absurd!"
?
John and Zhang Jie were both puzzled.
What's going on? Another woman popped up?
Wolfgang then said, "Do you know what your disciple said? He said that woman resembled his first love, and she wasn't allowed to be defiled by my younger son. That's the biggest joke I've ever heard!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Hearing this, John and Zhang Jie suddenly understood, and Ling Feng's actions no longer seemed surprising.
A woman who looked like his first love. It's likely the subsequent plot was that Ling Feng might have fallen for this girl, or perhaps it was to atone for his guilt towards his first love.
But who knows the specific reason?
"Your disciple and I played a game in Blackthorn Castle: whoever wins lives, whoever loses dies. Since you want to avenge him, why don't we play this game too?"
Wolfgang's words were filled with madness. He knew he couldn't escape, so he might as well be straightforward; perhaps he could drag someone down with him.
John's tone was calm. "What game do you want to play?"
Wolfgang simply went to a nearby drawer, pulled it open, took out a box, and casually placed it on the table.
"It's the same game from back then."
With that, Wolfgang opened the box. Inside was a yellow velvet cloth, and on the cloth lay a Smith & Wesson Model 29, along with six .44 Magnum brass bullets.
"A game of luck. Do you dare to play?"
It was only then that John realized how his disciple had died in Blackthorn Castle all those years ago.
A game of luck?
It didn't sound so lucky.
Looking at John's expression, Wolfgang pushed the box towards John. "Your turn?"
John remained silent, but he wanted to experience what Ling Feng had felt back then.
After taking down two tactical squads by himself, his physical strength must have been almost completely depleted. That's why this guy used a game of luck to kill Ling Feng, intending for him to die in despair from powerlessness.
"How truly despicable!"
Zhang Jie couldn't help but complain.
John glanced at the Smith & Wesson Model 29 in the box, then pushed the box back.
A hint of small triumph flashed in Wolfgang's eyes. He narrowed his eyes, then slowly picked up the Pistol, his fingertips caressing the nickel-steel barrel of the Smith & Wesson Model 29, and pressed his right thumb on the cylinder.
The cylinder popped out. He held the Pistol flat, pointing it at John. Zhang Jie, standing behind John, could even see Wolfgang's eyes through the cylinder.
Wolfgang picked up the six .44 Magnum bullets from the box, displayed them—only one of the six bullets had a projectile—then slowly loaded the bullets into the cylinder, a harsh metallic scraping sound echoing as they rubbed against the edge of the rifling.
Seeing all six empty chambers filled with bullets, Wolfgang softly said, "The lucky number is one-sixth."
Then he suddenly slapped the cylinder with his left hand, and the cylinder instantly spun rapidly. Then he sharply flicked his wrist.
The cylinder spun 'clatter clatter' for an unknown number of rotations, finally coming to an abrupt stop in the rhythm favored by Russian roulette players.
Click!
"You first?"
He pushed the revolver towards John, the unfired primer hidden in the sixth chamber, like a die of death covered by a dice cup.
At this moment, no one could be sure where the bullet was inside, but John, after glancing at the revolver on the table, unhurriedly reached out his right hand and picked up the Pistol.
He gently pressed the hammer back with his thumb, then slowly placed the muzzle against his chin.
Zhang Jie's eyelids twitched.
Damn it!
The odds were truly... six chambers, five empty casings, one live round. So, from the surface, there was no way of knowing which bullet was real and which was empty.
"Senior brother, is this how you gambled with this bastard back then?"
John's finger pulled the trigger, the hammer and trigger moving in sync, and the cylinder rolled. Wolfgang's eyes narrowed slightly.
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