A .44 Magnum bullet directly blew a large hole in Wolfgang's back of the head, and his shattered skull, mixed with red and white brain matter, painted a grotesque and eerie picture on the wall behind him.
A hint of madness still lingered in his eyes, but unfortunately, his time had ended at this moment. Perhaps he would have regretted it?
The wisp of smoke from the muzzle hadn't dispersed yet, but John's thoughts had already drifted far away.
What kind of expression did Ling Feng have when he faced such a situation back then?
Perhaps he was very calm?
No one understood his deranged thoughts, but he must have thought of Helen, right?
He wasn't sure, but he was certain that he had found release.
Click!
John's finger pulled the trigger once more, and the cylinder rotated again. From Zhang Jie's perspective, he once again saw a small notch on the cylinder.
The notch corresponded to the chamber with a bullet.
It was precisely because Zhang Jie noticed this detail that he made the second shot bet with Wolfgang when John picked up the gun for the second time.
And John also noticed the detail of the cylinder, which Zhang Jie deliberately exposed, when Zhang Jie pressed on his hand.
That's why he made the move to push the gun out and then pull it back in to fire the third shot, and it was precisely this action by John that forced Wolfgang into a desperate situation.
"He must have noticed that too, right?"
John whispered, then his left hand touched the bullet casing and ring on his chest. The warmth from the bullet casing made him feel a little dazed.
Then he suddenly smiled with relief, "That's right, although his personality has changed a lot, with his observational skills, there's no way he wouldn't have noticed. This counts as revenge for you."
Zhang Jie stood by silently, then fired a shot at Wolfgang's body.
Bang!
"Senior Brother, I've avenged you too!"
At this moment, the screen on the wall flickered, and a figure appeared in the picture.
"John Wick, congratulations, your revenge is complete."
A hoarse voice came from the loudspeaker.
John and Zhang Jie's gazes turned to the screen.
"Oriska!" Looking at the person on the screen, Zhang Jie gritted his teeth tightly.
"Don't look at me like that, I spared your life," Oriska on the screen said indifferently, "I'm not here to reminisce with you, John. We've shown enough sincerity, stop now."
John looked at the person on the screen. He knew that the power of the KH Alliance headquarters had not been used, otherwise, this time would not have been so smooth.
But... he looked at Zhang Jie.
Zhang Jie also understood John's meaning, and he nodded slightly.
"I have no problem." John nodded. He did not make the decision for Zhang Jie.
"Very good, I hope you can abide by it." Oriska finished speaking and hung up the video.
John patted Zhang Jie's shoulder, not speaking.
The two turned and left Wolfgang's office. Not a single non-combatant dared to leave outside, still gathered in the office area, not daring to move.
Although they were in the office, they couldn't be sure if there were still people guarding outside.
And Eggsy, seeing the two walk out, was also observing in the dark.
"Their business is finished." Harry's voice came from the glasses. He saw clearly that John's demeanor had undergone a noticeable change.
"What!"
Eggsy didn't understand, Harry didn't explain, but Merlin patiently said, "The demeanor of the two when they went in was not the same as now. The one inside should be dead, Eggsy. Go in and check later, and your mission will be complete."
Merlin's instructions were simple. He had originally wanted to collect some evidence, but now it was fine, no need.
John came to the office area, glanced at them, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the elevator. Zhang Jie glanced at the bundles of money piled on the table, directly took off his backpack and filled it to the brim.
"Haha! I'm rich! This trip wasn't in vain!"
Screech~
Zipping up the zipper, Zhang Jie contentedly put on his backpack, which was a bit heavy!
He didn't even look at the others. One must know how to be content!
After the two left, the remaining people suddenly went crazy. Eggsy glanced at them, then quickly walked into Wolfgang's office. The scene inside made his mouth twitch.
These two people... they're really brutal!
Eggsy made up his mind that he would never deal with these two guys again.
He took out a microwave scanning device and scanned all the items here. Walking to the safe, he took out a pen from his pocket, placed it on the safe, and pressed the logo on it, emitting a red light.
Soon, a cut was made on the safe. He took out the contents, glanced at them, confirmed them, and then stood up.
At this moment, gunshots also rang out outside. It turned out that those guys were fighting over the cash scattered on the table.
So, some of them rushed directly to the weapons, picked them up, and sprayed those guys with bullets. In an instant, the entire semi-open area became a battlefield of fire and water, with blood, severed limbs, and screams intertwined.
Walking to the office door, Eggsy was also dumbfounded. He carefully detoured around the conflicting crowd, took out the umbrella hidden nearby and opened it. Under the cover of the special bulletproof umbrella, he finally reached the elevator entrance, and then ran away directly.
He had also witnessed the distortion of human nature and the madness of desire.
In the face of money, all human nature and kinship are insignificant. Greed instantly swallowed all reason, and with bloodshot eyes, they snatched the money in front of them, while mercilessly killing those who competed with them.
Eggsy, who had just emerged from the basement, was still shaken. Then he straightened his clothes and pretended to be calm as he walked in another direction, which was the location of Merlin and Harry.
The slaughter in the underground factory was still ongoing. An old man had just picked up a briefcase full of money, and the next second his head exploded, scattering red and white matter.
The next moment, the briefcase fell into the hands of a black woman. Before she could run a few steps, a burst of bullets exploded blood flowers on her body, and then she convulsed and fell to the ground, her hand unwillingly reaching towards the box, finally falling powerlessly.
Some people finally sobered up. He didn't want money anymore; he wouldn't live to spend it, so he just wanted to run away.
But how could the group of bloodthirsty people behind him let him go? They directly shot him full of holes.
Every second, the desire for slaughter was frantically unleashed. In a very short time, 50 people were sharply reduced to only 7.
Each of them held a gun, hiding under metal counters, vigilantly watching their surroundings.
"Hey, it's just us left. I wonder if we can talk?" a black young man shouted, holding an AK-47.
The answer he received was a burst of machine gun fire.
"Don't eat pickled radishes!"
The black young man directly extended the AK-47 over his head and fired a round of faith Shooting, then withdrew his hand. It seemed that reconciliation was impossible.
Ten minutes later, only the black young man was still standing. He kept loading boxes onto a handcart, his leg gunshot wound making his movements very inconvenient from time to time.
When he finally managed to load all the money onto the cart, he revealed a mouth full of red teeth, stained by the fresh blood in his mouth.
As he pushed the cart towards the elevator entrance, he passed by a woman leaning against the wall. The woman was not dead yet, but she was close. She looked at the young black man and cursed, "Damn n*gger! I won't let you succeed!"
The young black man was about to say something when his eyes suddenly widened.
The woman's loosened hands each held an m67 grenade.
"Don't eat pickled radishes!"
Boom!
Boom!
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