Kelte, whose knee had been shot through, lay on the ground wailing. He knew he had no hope of escaping, because the God of Slaughter inside probably never intended to let him go.
The irony was that just over ten minutes ago, he was still in the monitoring room critiquing the opponent, fully expecting that he and his men would personally apprehend him. But he never imagined the opponent's counterattack would be so terrifying.
At this moment, he even had some regrets. When he saw the opponent slaughtering everyone in the church, he should have left immediately instead of staying here with Valentine to watch the spectacle.
In the end, Valentine ran, and he was still stuck here.
"Damn Valentine, I'll screw your mother!"
But at this point, Kelte couldn't think of anyone else. He struggled to pull a PPK Pistol from his arms, but as soon as he drew the gun, his right hand was stomped on directly by Harry.
"Ah!"
In pain, he released the gun, and then Harry kicked him away.
"Good morning, Mr. Kelte!"
Johnny squatted down, looking at the disheveled Kelte with a smile.
Looking at the God of Slaughter with dried blood on his face, Kelte felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.
One must know that the strong smell of blood emanating from Johnny's body had not yet dissipated.
"So what do you want? Money or weapons? I can provide both."
At this moment, Kelte knew he couldn't act tough anymore, or he would truly lose his life.
This time it was just his knee; the next bullet might aim for his forehead.
"Don't worry, I don't intend to kill you. I just want to know if Frank's USB drive is with you."
As he spoke, Johnny kept his eyes fixed on Kelte's.
And he said that Frank's USB drive was with Kelte, not that Kelte had a USB drive containing information about Frank. This inexplicable sense of pressure directly solidified the atmosphere in the room.
When Johnny said this, Kelte felt completely unsettled. "Damn Frank, it's you again!"
He, of course, knew who Frank, mentioned by Johnny, was—that damned senior agent from the CIA.
He did indeed have his USB drive, and he had personally taken it.
However, if the other party wanted the USB drive, he could have just asked him directly. Why send such a God of Slaughter to find him?
Yes, only at this moment could he confirm that this guy had truly come for him.
But he had forgotten that Frank had asked him for the USB drive before, but he hadn't given it to him.
"Yes, yes, yes, of course, I have it. I've always carried Frank's USB drive close to me, thinking I'd return it to him someday when I met him." Kelte struggled to pull a small USB drive from his right suit pocket.
Looking at the silver USB drive shimmering in the sunlight, Johnny took it directly.
"Are you sure it's this one? You're not lying to me, are you?"
Johnny looked at Kelte with a hint of amusement.
Harry, standing by, said nothing, merely silently taking out a device resembling a mobile phone from his pocket and handing it to Johnny.
Johnny glanced at it and immediately understood how to use it. He then inserted the USB drive into the bottom port of the phone-like device.
The screen lit up, and the information on the USB drive was read out. Kelte saw this and immediately panicked, so he quickly reached into his pocket again.
"Sorry, sorry, I took the wrong one. It's not this one, it's the other one." Kelte had initially thought they didn't have a device that could read the information immediately and tried to bluff his way through, but at this moment, he was completely flustered.
He took out a black USB drive from the interlayer of his suit, holding it with trembling hands as he offered it.
Johnny glanced at the jumbled video files on the display and almost laughed in anger.
He pulled out the silver USB drive, casually threw it on the ground, then took the black USB drive, gave Kelte a blank look, and then reconnected this USB drive to the device.
This time, a folder named 20071014FDB appeared on the device.
Johnny's finger tapped on the folder, and immediately a large number of videos and photos appeared inside.
He casually opened a photo and found it was a high-definition image of the assassination scene, with Frank in it.
He pulled out the USB drive and put it into the inner pocket of his suit jacket.
Then he handed the device to Harry.
"To still dare to play such petty tricks and try to bluff your way through at a time like this, I really don't know what you're thinking." Johnny remained squatting in front of Kelte, looking at him.
"Sorry, sorry, I took the wrong one."
Kelte was all smiles, his somewhat aged face appearing a bit comical.
"Tell me, why weren't you affected by the sonic waves?"
Johnny asked a crucial question, because he had seen with his own eyes that when everyone in the church was somewhat agitated, he and his bodyguards walked expressionlessly towards the back of the church.
"Because my bodyguards all wore noise-canceling earplugs," Kelte answered without hesitation.
"I asked about you, not your bodyguards who are already having tea with Satan!" Johnny pointed his FN 57 Pistol at Kelte's forehead.
Kelte's entire eye twitched, and then he quickly said, "Because I knew Valentine had this project before, so I contacted him. He implanted a chip behind my ear that can immunity to infrasound interference."
Kelte no longer concealed anything, spilling all the details of his dealings with Valentine.
He knew the God of Slaughter before him had been enraged, so he could only try his best to appease him, hoping for a glimmer of survival.
"What is Valentine doing with this kind of thing? Is he, as he said, preparing to rule the world?"
Although Valentine had given an exaggerated performance before, Johnny still wanted to hear what Kelte had to say.
"Rule the world? Don't even think about it. That thing can't possibly rule the world. He hasn't even left Europe, let alone rule the world. But infrasound as a weapon is indeed very effective, whether for assassination or interference."
Kelte clearly disdained the idea of ruling the world. As an arms dealer, he had met leaders of many countries and visited many places. He, of course, knew the significance of Valentine's invention.
As for ruling the world, go home, wash up, and dream about it!
Johnny raised an eyebrow, clearly understanding what Kelte meant.
But it was undeniable that Valentine's invention of this infrasound weapon was indeed very threatening, especially its insidious nature.
Without any preparation, it was extremely easy to fall victim, unless one had a strong will.
He had already experienced this and was still wary of it.
Fortunately, Harry had left earlier, otherwise, he and Harry's showdown, he truly didn't know who would win or lose.
"This church incident, was he showing you the power of his weaponry?" Johnny asked the crucial question.
Although he didn't really want to answer, Kelte still nodded honestly, "I originally just wanted to experience the power of the infrasound weapon, since he had already told me he had invented it."
However, even Kelte hadn't expected that this experiment would unfold in such a way and end in such an ironic manner. He also hadn't expected that he would allow over 100 people to die here just for a simple demonstration of results.
After listening to Kelte's account, Johnny and Harry exchanged glances. Harry slowly shook his head.
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