"Hey, Asian boy, do you need a change of clothes?"
The woman's hand was already on Zhang Jie's left shoulder. Zhang Jie's left hand paused, and his right hand had already gripped the woman's hand, pressing and twisting!
The woman's reaction was also very quick; when Zhang Jie gripped her hand, she realized this guy was not simple.
She immediately tried to pull back, but Zhang Jie had already turned, exerting force with his right hand, pulling her down sharply. The woman's backward momentum was instantly disrupted.
At this moment, she couldn't care less about many things and directly raised her foot to deliver a fierce kick to Zhang Jie's waist. If that kick landed, it would definitely be enough to make Zhang Jie suffer.
But Zhang Jie naturally wouldn't let her do that, so as she raised her leg to kick, his right fist landed a powerful blow on the inner side of the woman's thigh.
The intense pain made the woman's body stiffen, and Zhang Jie took this opportunity to suddenly swing out his left hand, then retract his right fist, thrusting his elbow forward, and taking a sudden step forward.
His elbow struck the woman hard in the chest.
A clear "thump" could be heard throughout the entire bar.
Then, under the impact of the immense force, the woman flew backward directly, crashing into a bar table.
At this moment, the thought in the minds of a few men in the shop was, with such a violent impact, did the balloons burst?
The woman lay on the ground, recovering for a good while, almost not reacting. The pain from her lower back hitting the table heavily and the pain in her chest made her gasp for air.
Zhang Jie's 'heart-piercing elbow' move was not learned through Martial Arts but was an on-the-spot reaction.
Because in close combat, only this move could quickly extricate him and cause a huge impact on the opponent at that moment.
And the opponent had already left herself wide open; how could he not take such a chance?
Close combat does not distinguish between men and women, and when suddenly encountered, who cares who you are?
If you dare to lay hands on me, you must be prepared for my counterattack. The woman at this moment was clutching her chest, unable to speak.
To be honest, she hadn't expected this Asian man to be so fierce and decisive in his actions, without any hesitation. It was clear that he had seen many life-and-death situations.
Just as she was about to get up and make a move again, the bartender stopped her.
"Enough! Annie!"
From the current situation, it was very clear that Annie was no match for this Asian man, and the other party was a killer. If guns were drawn, he couldn't guarantee how many people in the bar would still be alive.
So the best way was to stop both sides from continuing to fight, lest tempers flared.
At this moment, Annie also looked at Zhang Jie with an exasperated expression.
Didn't I just pat your shoulder?
With such a strong reaction, she also realized that this guy was definitely not simple.
His moves were sharp, his judgment accurate, and his actions decisive.
Such a guy was not someone she could afford to provoke.
"Alright, I know. I was just testing him, who knew he'd react so strongly."
The woman rubbed her chest as she got up and sat down nearby, while the bartender's mouth twitched.
You were indeed just testing him. What if he got serious and pulled out a gun? Then you'd know if it was just a test.
"I'll cover the damages here. Do you need a change of clothes?"
The bartender acted as a mediator; he didn't want unnecessary conflict to arise because of Annie.
After all, his place was a neutral zone.
"I need a clean set of clothes." Zhang Jie took out a gold coin. The bartender understood when he saw the gold coin and then accepted it.
"Follow me."
The bartender walked out from behind the bar, leading Zhang Jie into the adjacent storage room. When he opened the door, a peculiar musty smell wafted out.
He turned on the light, revealing a place for storing wine. Then, they went to the very back, where the bartender pulled aside a rug on the floor, revealing a handle.
He then twisted and lifted the handle, revealing a passage leading underground.
"Go down and rest."
The bartender handed him a key and made a gesture to invite him. Zhang Jie nodded and then walked down the passage.
The reason he chose to enter this bar was because of the special symbol drawn next to the sign above the bar.
It was because of this symbol that Zhang Jie came here, as he knew that any place with this symbol must be an organization under the High Table and of a neutral nature, and gold coins could only be used in such places.
Although those assassins would also accept gold coins, he was clearly not looking for assassins at this time.
After descending the stairs, below was a very spacious basement with many rooms. Zhang Jie went to one of the rooms according to the number on the keychain, inserted the key, opened the door, and walked in.
This was a small room with a bed and a wardrobe, and of course, an iron and a dryer.
Zhang Jie took off his bulletproof suit, casually throwing it into the dryer to dry. As for oil stains and such, there was no way to deal with them for now. He then changed into a clean shirt.
He took off all the guns on his body and processed them. After all, they had been soaked in seawater, and these two guns would probably need good maintenance in the future.
After everything was processed, the suit was also dry. So, Zhang Jie took out the suit and put it back on.
The bulletproof suit was what he needed most at this moment, whether it was dirty or not was another matter. He then lay on the bed for a short rest, as it was impossible for him to go back for the car now.
At this time, the scene shifted to the Brook Marine Terminal. After an hour of hiding, no movement was detected. Gard and the drone operator, who were originally in the two vehicles, drove the Humvee into the terminal.
Everyone was in the car, and the deceased Robert was placed in the back compartment.
All fallen comrades must be brought back; this was their rule.
Evil Wolf, after getting into the car, received a call. It was from another boss.
"Who instructed you to act?"
An old voice came from the other end of the phone. Evil Wolf frowned, "We can accept tasks posted in the system; it has nothing to do with who instructed us."
Evil Wolf clearly wasn't buying it, but the old man on the other side was clearly very angry. However, he quickly hung up the phone.
Looking at the disconnected phone in his hand, Evil Wolf's lips curved into a smile, but his eyes became even colder.
The bosses were not harmonious; they each had their own thoughts. For example, with this mission, some bosses didn't want to kill, only wanted to capture alive, while some bosses only wanted him to be executed immediately, and some bosses were unaware.
But what did that have to do with him?
All he needed to do was complete the mission, nothing more.
On the other end of the phone, after the old man hung up, he dialed another number.
After a long while, the call was finally answered, and a somewhat drunken voice came through.
The old man was very angry and immediately cursed, "Damn it! Is there nothing but muscles left in your brain? Mountbatten, look at the mess you've made. Who told you to go after that guy?"
Mountbatten, after being scolded, sobered up. He knew who this guy was talking about.
"Oriska, you old geezer, I warn you, don't interfere with what I want to do, or you'll regret it!"
After saying that, Mountbatten directly hung up the phone.
Listening to the dial tone from the phone, a hint of coldness flashed in Oriska's eyes.
He looked out the window. Outside, the heavy rain was pouring down, and the distant thunder, flashing occasionally, reflected the city's nightscape in silhouette in the old man's eyes.
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