At this moment, on the other end of the phone, Rod was watching his mobile phone. Yes, the live broadcast on his phone at this time was Zhang Jie's live broadcast.
However, they did not know that the protagonist of this live broadcast was John's apprentice.
Because only Rose had seen Zhang Jie's photo, and he was driving at the moment and had no time to watch the live broadcast, it led to the beginning of a misunderstanding.
"Yo, this kid's vigilance isn't good enough. It's so obvious there's a killer hidden in the crowd, yet he only reacted now and even got stabbed."
"Hahaha, look at this boy, his Shooting skills are not bad, he's just too green. When he saw someone approaching, he should have fired immediately, instead of waiting until they were almost next to him to react."
"But his reaction speed is indeed very fast."
"Oh, this reaction speed is great; the speed of his Shooting is very timely and decisive."
"Heh heh, this kid's driving skills are not bad; he has some ability."
Rod shouted while watching the live video.
From his professional perspective, Zhang Jie's professional skills were quite good. Although he was still far from top masters, he was at least at a professional level.
From a practical combat perspective, he was considered to be at an above-average level.
After all, he hadn't experienced enough battles.
Besides Rod, Christmas and Caesar were also watching the live broadcast.
The three of them each had their comments, but Yin Yang did not participate, instead sitting in the passenger seat looking at the map.
At this moment, Rose called Zhang Jie.
"At a time like this, he still has the mood to answer the phone?"
Synchronized with the live video, Zhang Jie was driving while answering the phone, looking very leisurely.
Rose didn't notice anything amiss, only asking Zhang Jie to send him his location, but how would Zhang Jie know where he was right now?
He could only turn on the speaker, then open the navigation and glance at the location displayed.
"I am currently near the Norwalk Hilton Garden Inn."
There was no time. After casually reporting a nearby place name, Zhang Jie hung up the phone and continued to flee, because two more cars had caught up from behind.
Zhang Jie decided to start engaging in urban combat, so after driving a certain distance further, he directly turned into a small alley, and then the car sped away.
The pursuers, seeing that only one car was left, also got out of their cars and chased after him.
At this moment, Zhang Jie was hiding by a trash can, panting heavily while vigilantly listening to the movements around him.
He used his breathing technique to quickly stabilize his breathing and lower his heart rate to a normal level.
Then, Zhang Jie began to plan how to deal with the killers filling the city.
Four whole hours had passed since he made the call, which meant that 20 hours remained in the 24-hour escape and kill game.
And within these short four hours, he had already experienced four chases… to be precise, within 30 minutes of getting off the train.
The intensity of these assassinations was truly terrifying.
The alley was silent, not a sound to be heard.
It was as if the killers who had followed from behind had vanished into thin air, but Zhang Jie would not truly believe that, otherwise, he would really be getting a bento box.
When there is no sound around, the best way is to remain still, because the opponent is very likely also waiting for you to show yourself.
Judging from the car tracking him on the road earlier, there were at least 4 to 5 killers. If they couldn't keep up with him, then these killers would be failures.
Zhang Jie's back was pressed against the rusty dumpster, the barrel of his P320 gleaming coldly in the shadows. He could clearly smell the mixed stench of rotting garbage and rust.
Five figures were dispersing at the alley entrance.
The most dangerous guy was holding a short-barreled rifle, his fingers, wrapped in tactical gloves, already resting on the trigger guard.
A tall, thin figure on the left held a hunting knife in a reverse grip, and at three o'clock, a shotgunner was checking the pump action mechanism, the steel shot chain on his waist clinking with a faint metallic sound.
They were all out of Zhang Jie's line of sight, so he couldn't see or hear anything.
Soon, Zhang Jie heard some very subtle sounds, like shoes scuffing on sandy concrete, that faint friction sound.
The suppressor slowly extended from the edge of the dumpster.
Zhang Jie's breath was held in his lungs, the first joint of his index finger feeling the 2.5 pounds of trigger pressure, the rifleman's head perfectly exposed in his sights.
Puff!
The 9mm subsonic bullet passed through the honeycomb structure of the suppressor, making a muffled sound similar to a book falling.
The rifleman's skull exploded into a pink mist behind the scope, his body knocking over stacked paint cans with a loud crash.
Zhang Jie immediately retreated behind cover; three shotgun pellets tore jagged cracks in the sheet metal on the other side of the dumpster.
"On the right!"
The shotgunner's roar echoed through the alley.
Zhang Jie rolled under a fire escape. He heard a killer rapidly approaching, and most critically, someone else had not yet shown themselves.
When the second figure flashed out from behind the electrical box, Zhang Jie's P320 had already completed its secondary aim.
Puff puff!
Two shots, one hitting his shoulder and one hitting his collarbone. The intense pain made the bearded man howl and pull the trigger, stray bullets from his blind Shooting carving sparks from the brick wall.
Then Zhang Jie, without hesitation, fired another shot, blowing off the opponent's head.
Immediately after, he rolled forward abruptly, and a spark ignited where he had just been hiding.
It turned out that a killer had snuck up behind him, luckily he noticed and dodged in time.
Immediately after, the killer once again closed in.
Click!
The slide locked back on an empty magazine!
And the killer took the opportunity to pounce, brandishing his dagger.
He spun and kicked the opponent's knee, hearing the crisp sound of cartilage shattering, while simultaneously drawing his tactical dagger.
Zhang Jie's dagger parried the downward-chopping hunting knife, sparks flying between the two. He took the opportunity to absorb an elbow strike with his bulletproof vest, and with his right hand, plunged his dagger upwards into the killer's liver.
Warm blood spurted along the blood groove onto his tactical glove, but the fight wasn't over; the pump action of a shotgun came from overhead.
The fire escape!
Zhang Jie lunged forward, and buckshot blasted a bowl-sized crater in his previous position. As for the unlucky killer with the knife in his abdomen, he was naturally killed instantly by the buckshot.
Zhang Jie also took this opportunity to change the magazine of his P320. Then, using his forward momentum, he crashed into another bearded gunman who had rushed over, pressing the P320 against the opponent's chin and firing two shots.
Brain matter and bone fragments splattered onto the rusty iron fence.
Zhang Jie rolled behind the electrical box. He glimpsed the last enemy to appear, a burly man in a skull mask aiming a .44 Magnum revolver, while the shotgunner was reloading.
Zhang Jie seized the opportunity to lunge towards the nearest corpse to grab a rifle.
As a Magnum bullet shattered the concrete next to his ear, fully automatic gunfire roared, tearing through the rain. The shotgunner was flung like a ragdoll by 7.62mm rounds, crashing into a recycling bin full of glass bottles.
The skull-masked man dodged the initial burst of gunfire.
As Zhang Jie discarded the empty rifle, the opponent had already charged within three meters. The muzzle flash from the Magnum almost scorched his eyelashes, but the bullet only tore through the shoulder of his tactical uniform.
Intense pain!
Zhang Jie's dagger plunged into the opponent's gun-wielding wrist, and he followed through by smashing his forehead into the mask.
The sound of a broken nasal bone mingled with the rain, as Zhang Jie pressed the captured Magnum against the enemy's brow.
However, letting him go was impossible.
Bang!
Zhang Jie's figure vanished into the darkness above the fire escape, and faintly, a blood-stained dagger carved deep scratches into the brick wall.
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