As Zhang Jie walked into the eighth carriage, he was momentarily dazzled by the lights, realizing it was the dining car.
Inside the train restaurant, warm yellow light spilled onto the wooden dining tables, while the retro green carriage walls were adorned with old station signs and black and white landscape photos; outside the window, the flowing scenery was like an ever-changing painting.
The rhythmic 'click-clack' of the wheels on the tracks mingled with the soft clinking of cutlery, and the aroma of coffee intertwined with the steam from hot meals.
At this moment, a young man with curly hair sat at a table ahead, eating. As he watched Zhang Jie walk in with a silver briefcase, his expression seemed to change—was it happiness or confusion?
Zhang Jie couldn't quite decipher it, but he knew the guy had designs on his briefcase.
Before entering the eighth carriage, Zhang Jie had already reloaded his Pistol.
He had temporarily holstered his Pistol under his arm, but he remained vigilant, guarding against encountering another pervert like Bella who enjoyed close-quarters combat.
"Hey! You! Give me the case."
Upon seeing Zhang Jie, the man naturally waved his hand, as if hailing a waiter.
Zhang Jie raised an eyebrow, thinking, 'What, you want to snatch the case too?'
Seeing Zhang Jie standing motionless in the aisle, the man stood up. "I issued the mission. Give me the case, and your mission will be complete."
Oh, really?
You're quite arrogant, aren't you?
If I just give it to you because you ask, wouldn't I lose face?
Zhang Jie lifted the case in his left hand, shook it, then directly dropped it on the floor.
"Bang!"
"You want it? Come and get it yourself."
Seeing Zhang Jie's arrogant attitude, the curly-haired man instantly became enraged. He walked directly towards Zhang Jie; they were only about 5 meters apart, a few steps away, but Zhang Jie immediately gripped his Pistol, entering a state of alert.
The man approached Zhang Jie, glanced at him with apparent disdain, then pulled out his phone and flashed it in front of Zhang Jie.
Zhang Jie saw clearly that it was indeed a mission posting interface, but the content was completely different from the mission he had accepted.
"You seem to have misunderstood something. I am not the person who accepted your commission."
At Zhang Jie's words, the curly-haired man's face instantly stiffened.
The most terrifying thing is when the air suddenly goes quiet.
He slowly put his phone away, then abruptly bent down, intending to grab the case. Zhang Jie, having anticipated this, delivered a direct knee-strike to his forehead.
"Thump!"
The man's forehead immediately swelled, and he reeled backward. Zhang Jie only felt his knee aching.
Indeed, comparing the hardness of his knee with the other party's forehead was a bit rash.
But the man's condition was clearly no better than Zhang Jie's; he was also dazed. He then abruptly pulled a dagger from his lower back and stabbed it towards Zhang Jie's foot.
Zhang Jie immediately retreated, grabbing the case, while the other man's hand firmly held onto the case, preventing Zhang Jie from pulling it away.
Then, with another swing of the dagger, he attempted to cut Zhang Jie's left hand.
Zhang Jie immediately let go and stepped back, then delivered a fierce whip kick to the man's forehead.
"Thwack!"
The sound was crisp, but because it was done in haste, Zhang Jie wasn't prepared, so the power of this whip kick wasn't too great.
The man shook his dazed head and stood up, looking at Zhang Jie, then abruptly threw the dagger in his hand like a throwing knife.
Seeing this, Zhang Jie had no time to dodge and directly used the silver briefcase in his left hand to block his chest.
"Clang!"
The dagger made a crisp sound.
Then, to the man's disbelieving eyes, the rebounding dagger plunged fiercely into the man's chest. Unluckily, it pierced between two ribs, directly into his heart.
"Uh..."
Under the shock of the pain, the man finally sobered up.
He looked incredulously at the dagger embedded in his heart. He didn't even dare to move much, fearing that moving the dagger would enlarge the wound and make him die faster.
But just then, Zhang Jie stood up and gently extended a finger to rest on the dagger's hilt.
"Hehehehehehe!!!"
Zhang Jie's action instantly panicked the curly-haired man. He could only raise his hands and continuously shout, "Bro, please don't move, okay? I'm begging you."
"What did you say?" Zhang Jie put down the briefcase, withdrew his left hand, and dug in his ear.
This action instantly made the curly-haired man explode.
"Hey! I said don't move!!!"
The stinging pain in his chest persisted, and the dagger hilt that Zhang Jie was touching was still slightly wobbling.
The curly-haired man was truly scared at this moment.
He consciously began to retreat, while Zhang Jie walked forward.
"I was wrong! Bro! Bro!!!"
The curly-haired man really wanted to kneel before Zhang Jie, but at this moment, the circumstances didn't allow it.
"I wonder if you've heard an ancient Chinese saying?"
Zhang Jie looked at the curly-haired man and suddenly uttered this, which instantly bewildered the curly-haired man.
"What?"
Zhang Jie smiled, revealing eight perfectly white teeth that were a bit dazzling, "The saying is: Xixi wuzhe Weijunjie."
"What??"
The curly-haired man didn't understand a single bit of Chinese. He watched Zhang Jie's lips move, but he didn't comprehend anything and grew a little anxious.
But Zhang Jie suddenly pushed with his hand, and the dagger slid in smoothly with a 'swish,' completely burying its hilt into the curly-haired man's chest.
Two words: smooth as silk!
Zhang Jie then took two steps back. The curly-haired man's trembling hand touched the dagger, of which only the hilt remained, in his chest.
"What...?"
With the pain and massive blood loss, he felt a warmth in his chest. He knew the situation was bad now, but he had no way to help it, because the dagger had fully pierced his chest.
He wanted to speak, but after opening his mouth, he didn't know what to say. Beg for mercy? Or curse?
At this moment, his vision started to darken slightly, and his legs gave out. He spun around and began to fall backward.
Zhang Jie quickly took another step back. The curly-haired man then fell straight down, and coincidentally, his silver briefcase was also on the ground, so his neck hit the briefcase directly.
"Click!"
It was very crisp; it was the sound of a broken spine.
Zhang Jie immediately identified it.
Then, he immediately went forward and took the man's phone. He opened the screen, which required fingerprint verification. He immediately pressed the man's finger onto the fingerprint scanner before the body went cold.
Unlocked!
The interface that opened was precisely the mission posting interface. So Zhang Jie immediately clicked 'cancel mission'.
The interface prompted that canceling the mission would incur a 70% deduction from the deposit.
Deduct, deduct, deduct whatever you want, it's not my money anyway.
He clicked 'confirm', and the interface displayed a 'mission canceled' prompt.
Then, Zhang Jie operated his phone, trying to transfer money to his own account, but found it required a password.
"Damn it, I knew it! What's the point of guarding that measly bit of money all day, and still needing multiple passwords? Pointless!"
As he spoke, Zhang Jie had already taken out a pack of alcohol wipes. After opening the package, he carefully wiped the phone, then wrapped the phone in the alcohol wipe and stuffed it back into the man's pocket.
He certainly couldn't leave any evidence for himself.
After completing all this, Zhang Jie picked up the briefcase and walked towards the next carriage.
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