The next day, when Zhang Jie woke up, he still felt a bit incredulous.
Did he really hand over the assassination of Santino to Jackal so easily?
Jackal Charles had accepted his commission, but Zhang Jie still felt it wasn't secure enough.
He was quite afraid that if Jackal Charles failed, he might be traced back to him, although from the intelligence Veronica provided, this guy was definitely a tough character to deal with.
"Forget it, the commission has already been sent out. The rest is up to fate." With this thought, Zhang Jie got up and left the apartment.
As he closed the apartment door, Zhang Jie was still muttering, "Old Lady, is this trip a bit long?"
No news at all. Isn't she afraid I'll sell her apartment?
Getting into his camaro ss, Zhang Jie drove to the nearest car modification shop. He wanted to change the color of his bright yellow camaro to a dark gray camaro ss.
Since he had already made an appointment, Zhang Jie didn't have to wait in line. He dropped the car off at the shop and walked out.
This shop was located at 181 Jersey City, Hudson County, New Jersey, not far from the Statue of Liberty, and a few kilometers behind it was Saint Peter's University.
It could be considered a prime location, right?
Hmm, while his car was being painted, Zhang Jie walked along the street, planning to wander around.
As he passed a tea restaurant, he pushed open the door, ordered a cup of coffee, and sat down to wait.
At the fourth table in front of him, near the corner, a burly black man sat reading a book.
Zhang Jie merely glanced at him and paid him no mind, his gaze instead turning more towards the window.
Before long, Zhang Jie's coffee was ready. He picked up the coffee, pushed open the door, and left the restaurant.
The burly black man who had been sitting in front, reading, also looked up, watching him leave.
"This Asian man is definitely not simple, and he's skilled. He even carries guns when he goes out for coffee, and it's two guns, with an estimated four magazines. Such a person, first rule out FBI, then rule out special intelligence agencies. This guy is a killer."
The black man murmured softly, but every word he spoke was enough to shock others, because he was incredibly accurate.
"This guy should have nothing to do with Alina."
Then, he continued to look down at the book in his hand, but he couldn't concentrate. So he put the book away, got up, and pushed open the door to leave.
Meanwhile, Zhang Jie was holding a cup of cappuccino. Why not Americano?
It was because Zhang Jie found that stuff too bitter, unbearably bitter.
He sipped his coffee slowly while strolling down the street.
Although he didn't have much money, at least his own expenses were plentiful.
He wandered from shop to shop, as if just passing the time.
Not far behind him, a burly black man was slowly walking down the street, occasionally looking around, just like an ordinary passerby.
It was the burly black man from the coffee shop, and he was observing Zhang Jie's actions.
"It seems he really has no purpose, just aimlessly shopping. It looks like I was overly nervous."
After muttering to himself, the burly black man continued walking forward.
Michael had given up observing Zhang Jie, so he walked straight ahead.
At this moment, Zhang Jie happened to walk out of a food store, holding two hamburgers. As soon as he stepped out, he saw the burly black man he had encountered in the coffee shop.
The two almost brushed past each other. Zhang Jie's peripheral vision scouted the details of the burly black man, while the burly black man also scouted Zhang Jie's details. His gaze lingered for a moment on the watch on Zhang Jie's left wrist, then he continued walking forward.
"Omega? No, although the style is very similar, the details are different. If I remember correctly, that should be a special watch used by MI6 agents."
The burly black man quickly recognized the origin of the wristwatch Zhang Jie was wearing.
But he was very puzzled. Why would an MI6 special wristwatch be on a killer?
Was he an MI6 agent?
No, that guy's behavior was like a bumpkin, completely different from those elegant and rigid old London agents; he was miles apart.
With great doubt, the burly black man continued to walk forward.
And Zhang Jie was also quite puzzled, his mind racing, "This guy shouldn't be tracking me, right?"
After walking a good distance, he looked back but didn't see the burly man's figure. Only then did Zhang Jie breathe a sigh of relief.
Indeed, prolonged high-intensity combat can lead to some after-effects, making it seem like everyone is following you.
"It seems I need a good vacation too."
He picked up the hamburger in his hand, tore open the wrapper, and took a big bite.
Chew, chew, chew!
"So delicious!"
Meanwhile, the burly black man had arrived at Elena's friend's rental apartment. Shortly after pressing the doorbell, the door opened a crack. Seeing that it was the burly black man, the woman behind the door visibly relaxed.
"Come in."
After letting the burly man into the house, the woman was a little surprised.
"Why are you here?" Ivy asked, somewhat puzzled.
After all, this was the second time she and the burly black man had met. The first time was at the hospital, when Alina was severely injured by her sugar daddy and hospitalized.
"Do you know where Alina went?"
The burly black man asked directly, "She promised to come see me, but I've been waiting for her for two days."
Ivy shook her head at the burly man's words, "I don't know where she went. I haven't contacted her in two days either."
Ivy's answer gave the burly black man a bad feeling, but he hoped his thoughts wouldn't come true.
After all, Alina's profession and experiences were tragic enough. She just wanted to be herself again, but was cruelly beaten down by reality.
"Then I apologize for the intrusion."
The burly black man got up to leave, and at this moment, Ivy seemed to remember something and said, "She has a client who is very good to her. He seems to be a professor at Saint Peter's University. Maybe he knows something."
The burly black man nodded without speaking and walked out the door.
Ivy watched the burly black man's retreating back, deep in thought. Although she had only met him once, she felt that this man was trustworthy, even though she still didn't know his name.
At 10 AM, the burly black man arrived at the large building material supermarket and began his daily work.
Nearing noon, it was time for the employees to eat. He sat at the dining table, looking at the chubby young man devouring his food, and said in a serious tone, "Marl, if you want to be a security guard, you should control your mouth."
Marl saw that the burly black man had arrived and could only reluctantly put down his delicious sandwich.
"Come on! McCall, I only took one bite, it's fine."
Marl felt wronged; he couldn't even eat his meal and had to lose weight under McCall's supervision.
"That's no excuse for you not to lose weight."
McCall reached out and pulled Marl's plate over. As he picked up the bread, he saw the slices of meat inside.
"See?"
Marl shut up.
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Some people always treat the proficiency panel as a cheat, thinking they can learn anything.
But Zhang Jie himself doesn't treat it as a cheat, and I don't either. Its biggest function is just to show the progress of mastering a certain skill. Don't have too many expectations for this panel; it has no other function besides visualization.
Zhang Jie has been risking his life all along. If a 'cheat' is all it takes, then I might as well just write a system that directly grants skills, then he can go on a killing spree and mindlessly charge through everything. Right, esteemed sirs?
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