In the afternoon, Zhang Jie took a taxi back to John's villa.
John was doing a thorough house cleaning at the time, and after Zhang Jie came in, he directly sat down in the living room, propped his feet up, and had no intention of helping.
He just sat there like a lord, watching John busy himself.
Hades, on the other hand, occasionally wagged his tail and swayed around Zhang Jie, and then occasionally ran to John, holding a mop in his mouth, following behind him.
"The little guy even knows how to curry favor with both sides?"
Anyway, if he could sit, he would never stand; if he could lie down, he would never sit.
Zhang Jie truly displayed his laziness to the fullest.
After what felt like an eternity, John was almost done, and Zhang Jie, sitting on the sofa, was practically falling asleep.
"Whack!"
A towel landed on Zhang Jie's face, making him jump up, but after seeing it was John, he lay back down, "Master, I'm hungry."
John's mouth twitched when he heard Zhang Jie's words.
You brat, you've been sitting on the sofa with your feet propped up like a lord, and now you're telling me you're hungry?
What were you doing before?
However, after finishing the cleaning, John still took Zhang Jie in his old Ford to a Chinese restaurant in Brooklyn.
It must be said, although John's old Ford was old, it was indeed comfortable to ride in. The 1969 Ford Mustang, under John's upgrades, was no longer comparable to the original old model.
Upon arriving at the Chinese restaurant, John skillfully greeted the staff inside, ordered a few dishes, and then sat with Zhang Jie in a corner of the main hall.
This spot offered a view of every corner of the entire restaurant, and since the kitchen here was transparent, it was completely unobstructed.
Before long, a somewhat pot-bellied man walked into the restaurant from outside and headed straight for the table where John was sitting.
"Hey, John, long time no see!"
The man walked and talked as he approached the table, simultaneously spreading his arms, and John also stood up and embraced him.
"Hey, Song! Long time no see!"
John acted like an old man greeting a long-lost friend, exchanging pleasantries with Mr. Song.
Zhang Jie only heard them talk about not seeing each other for many years and what they had been doing all this time.
But soon, their conversation shifted, and Mr. Song looked at Zhang Jie, "And who is this?"
"Zhang, my apprentice."
John introduced him to Mr. Song.
"Oh! So you're the rookie assassin?" Mr. Song looked at Zhang Jie and asked with a strange expression.
What the hell, rookie assassin, who gave me that title?
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jie immediately bristled.
Who's a rookie? Huh! Who's a rookie?
He's at least at the level of having killed a hundred people or more, so how did he become a rookie?
Mr. Song looked at Zhang Jie's ashen face and just smiled without speaking, then pulled John aside to catch up, as they hadn't seen each other in a long time.
Seeing this, Zhang Jie could only sit aside, sulking.
Who exactly gave me this nickname?
When did I become a rookie?
Zhang Jie could feel that Mr. Song bore him no ill will, and his relationship with John seemed quite good, which was evident from their conversation topics. However, Zhang Jie had no interest in participating in such a conversation.
Soon, all the dishes were served. John pulled Mr. Song to eat, while Zhang Jie ate ravenously.
After eating his fill, just as Zhang Jie was about to tell John he was leaving, he saw two cars pull up outside, and then a group of guys in black suits got out.
Immediately after, Zhang Jie saw the curly-haired guy; yes, Santino had found them.
Upon seeing this guy, Zhang Jie couldn't help but frown. Damn it, the more I don't want to see you, the more you stick to me, right?
He wondered if Jackal had paid any attention to him.
Such a living person, walking right in front of me, this is not a good sign.
Mr. Song immediately stood up after seeing the newcomers, walking towards them with a beaming smile.
Zhang Jie's eyes narrowed. While enthusiasm is a businessman's way of treating guests, weren't you a bit too enthusiastic and proactive?
"Master, who is this person?"
Zhang Jie sniffed, looking at Mr. Song's back, feeling a bit annoyed.
"Mr. Song, a Chinese friend. He's also a very good friend of Cain." John looked at Mr. Song's back, "However, his identity is also very mysterious. No one knows his real name, only that he is called Mr. Song."
John naturally noticed Santino at the door. Although he instinctively frowned, he also knew that the other party had come with a blood pact, so he couldn't say anything.
Soon, Santino and Mr. Song walked towards their table, chatting and laughing. This guy was truly a standard jack-of-all-trades.
Santino pulled out a specially made, coin-like object from his jacket pocket, looked at John, and smiled.
At the same time, he deliberately glanced at Zhang Jie, raising an eyebrow, clearly as if to say provocatively: See, I always find a way.
Just as Santino was about to sit down, his head suddenly exploded.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and fragments of his skull flew around.
Zhang Jie instinctively grabbed a napkin and held it in front of himself and John.
The coin-like object Santino had been holding also rolled to the ground, finally stopping in front of Zhang Jie's foot, which Zhang Jie promptly stepped on.
The food on that table, however, was completely inedible, all mixed with blood. Fortunately, they had already eaten their fill.
Santino's subordinates immediately sprang into action, frantically searching for the attacker, but found nothing. Finally, they could only turn their gaze towards John.
"Don't look at us. We're just here to eat and didn't know you were coming for us." Zhang Jie spoke first, because this time they were truly innocent; they really just wanted to go out for a meal.
Saying this, Zhang Jie even pretended to tie his shoelaces, bending down to do so.
Mr. Song, on the other hand, looked shocked, but there was no hint of surprise in his eyes; instead, he was unusually calm.
Just like that, the police quickly arrived and surveyed the scene. Zhang Jie and John were naturally cleared of suspicion, as they truly had no connection to these incidents.
They didn't even bring guns when they left the house.
One of the police officers was an old acquaintance of John's. He knew John's style very well, so he didn't suspect them.
This was also one of the important reasons they were able to get rid of the police.
As for Santino and his subordinates, that was no longer something these two had to worry about.
From beginning to end, everyone could prove that John and Zhang Jie had not made a move, and the sniper's position was from the 32nd floor, 1800 meters diagonally opposite the restaurant.
The police found many signs of activity there, but strangely, no clues were left behind.
Just like that, Santino D'Antonio, one of the heirs of the Italian Mafia, died in an inconspicuous Chinese restaurant.
This news, like a depth charge, instantly detonated the entire underground world of New York.
It should be known that in recent years, Santino had been eyeing New York for expanding his territory. He was no longer satisfied with his original domain.
He wanted to use New York as a starting point to spread outwards, gradually expanding the influence of the Italian Mafia, but he died so suddenly today without any warning. Immediately, the entire Italian Mafia was left without a leader, and all the small bosses wanted to rise to power.
As Zhang Jie and John left the police station, he looked back at the police station, then a subtle, almost imperceptible, curve formed at the corner of his mouth.
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