Harry shaking his head meant something Johnny understood perfectly, but he didn't want to do it.
To put it lightly, he was a warmonger, but to put it broadly?
The guy's accumulated sins were far more than that, and this time he had even become an executing blade, which made him very unhappy.
Also, he had shot through his knee today; could he guarantee that he wouldn't seek revenge?
Johnny stood up, looking down at Kelte, whose eyes were filled with a yearning for life and a humble plea for mercy.
"Please spare me; I won't retaliate against you. Today was just an accident; nothing happened between us. My leg was injured from accidentally falling down the stairs."
Kelte clearly understood that if he wanted to leave here alive, he could only beg the man in front of him.
As a businessman, his bottom line could be very flexible, because if it wasn't flexible, he might really kick the bucket.
Seeing Johnny's expression at this moment, Harry felt a slight twinge of reluctance, but he didn't stop him; instead, he turned his head away.
Merlin and the other two at headquarters watched the screen move, and they also knew what choice Harry had made, but they didn't find it inappropriate.
Whether it was Johnny saving Harry, or Johnny's attitude when facing the arms dealer's interrogation, they could all sense that Johnny did not want to let this guy go.
And in fact, the information about Kelte displayed on the screen in front of them was full of bad deeds; he was not a good person.
"Sometimes I really envy people like Night Owl; they are decisive and don't have to think so much."
Eggsy said with a sigh, while Rosie, next to him, kept nodding.
However, they were somewhat surprised that Johnny did not show symptoms of PTSD.
Perhaps because he was an assassin?
They didn't know, but Merlin's expression was indeed a little solemn.
He was a little worried about Johnny's condition, but seeing Johnny's performance in the video, this worry became even more serious.
He did not show severe PTSD at this time, but what about later? No one dared to imagine, and no one dared to judge.
Kelte looked at Johnny with hopeful eyes; he thought Johnny would spare him, but when he saw Johnny slowly raise his gun, his heart completely froze.
At this moment, his eyes welled up with deep fear, unwillingness, and a desperate desire to live.
"No, no, no... you can't kill me. I know you're an assassin... I can pay for my life. How much do you want? Ten million... twenty million... or fifty million? Name your price, even a hundred million!"
Kelte's voice was trembling at this moment, and his whole body was shaking violently, as if he were facing immense terror.
At this moment, Johnny was no different from Death incarnate in his eyes, and the gun muzzle, ready to devour him, was a black hole, like an abyss, making his soul tremble.
He didn't even realize what he was saying; behind his seemingly pleading words lay a desperate desire to survive.
It wasn't until this moment that he remembered how those he had personally killed must have felt; now he felt the same.
But this feeling was not what he wanted; after all, he had power, money, and influence, and to die in this godforsaken place, he was unwilling.
The FN57 in his hand stopped after being raised 25 degrees.
Johnny looked at Kelte's tear-streaked face and grinned.
"You know what? For people like you, I've always had one understanding: your begging for mercy at this moment isn't because you've truly seen the light and realized your mistakes, but because you know you're about to die."
The sunlight streamed from the side onto Johnny's still blood-stained face, making him look both ferocious and sacred.
After saying this, Johnny's right index finger directly pulled the trigger of the gun in his hand.
Bang!
With a gunshot, the flame from the muzzle flashed instantly, and a bullet pierced through Kelte's head.
The wisp of smoke from the gun barrel was still rising, not yet completely dispersed, but Kelte's voice had abruptly stopped, and he lay on the ground, twitching slightly; that was the body's muscles making their last struggle.
Blood slowly spread out beneath his head, looking so shocking on the red bricks.
Harry finally turned his head to look at the dead Kelte, his eyes a little complex, but then he reached out and patted Johnny's shoulder.
"Well done."
Harry said, looking in the direction Valentine had fled, "There's still a big guy we haven't dealt with yet."
Johnny knew who he was talking about, so he waved to Daniel, who was standing dumbfounded in the distance, looking in this direction.
Yes, Daniel had been there all along; at first, he was sitting in the car, listening to the radio and reading the newspaper, but when the gunshots rang out, he poked his head out to look, until Johnny completed the final kill.
Seeing Johnny wave, he immediately got back into the car, stepped on the gas, and drove the car in front of the two of them.
Johnny got into the car without a word, and Harry did the same.
"Catch up with the car that just got away!"
Johnny said, and Daniel nodded, beginning his slick maneuvers, pulling out his specially customized center console, and after some operations, the vehicle was lifted again, transforming from a peugeot 406 taxi into a peugeot 406 racing car.
Then, with a roar, the tires ground against the pavement, emitting plumes of smoke, and then it launched forward.
Although Harry's face was expressionless, his action of gripping the ceiling handle revealed his slight nervousness.
Johnny, on the other hand, looked as if he was used to it, continuing to lean back in his seat.
"Relax, trust him."
Johnny chuckled softly.
But apparently, Harry had no intention of letting his guard down.
The car sped rapidly forward on the road.
"I'm still very grateful that you saved me." After a moment of silence, Harry finally spoke.
Johnny waved his hand, "Don't be so polite; I just happened to be there and saw you were affected, so I just helped out."
Harry didn't know what to say about Johnny's relaxed and easygoing attitude; he had personally witnessed Johnny complete a hundred kills and knew how terrifying the sound's effect on people could be.
But the moment that left the deepest impression on him was when he pushed open the door and saw Johnny with his back to him, facing the crucifix of Jesus.
He didn't know what Johnny was thinking at that moment; he should have been clear-headed by then, right?
Just as he was about to say something else, Johnny's phone rang, and he calmly took it out and glanced at it.
"Zhang, are you still in Paris? My friend Brian Mills's daughter has been kidnapped in Paris. If you're there, please help him; he's currently on his way to Paris."
Seeing this message from Michael on Facebook, Johnny was stunned.
And Harry, seeing Johnny's expression, knew that Johnny had something to do, so he took the initiative to say, "Valentine's matter can wait for a while. If you have other things, you can do them first."
At this moment, Michael sent another photo. The moment he saw this photo, Johnny's pupils suddenly contracted.
Wasn't the girl in the photo one of the two kidnapped girls he saw when he was about to leave Paris?
Johnny immediately replied with a message.
"I saw her in Paris!"
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