The moment Johnny saw White Lion, he still felt a little panicked. After all, dealing with such a figure so quickly was not a good thing for him.
However, as he gritted his teeth and bravely advanced towards the building, this fear gradually transformed into a slowly releasing excitement.
Even his hands began to tremble slightly, but this was not a sign of fear; it was adrenaline starting to work, causing his body to release this excitement through a slight tremor.
"A brand new challenge, bring it on!"
Upon arriving downstairs, Johnny unhesitatingly pulled out his glock 34, chambered a round, and then held the gun with both hands close to his chest, slowly moving upwards.
As he stepped into the building, Johnny's attention was already highly focused. His ears were constantly gathering information from all around, but unfortunately, there was nothing useful. He then slowly moved upwards, tiptoeing step by step.
With each step, he kept close to the wall, exposing his body to the opponent's line of sight, moving from the first floor to the second.
At each floor, Johnny would check around to ensure he hadn't missed anything, but this building had a full 26 floors.
When Johnny reached the 10th floor, he stopped and became even more cautious, because this floor was the location he had seen from downstairs, and also where White Lion had appeared.
"Damn it, sneaking around silently, why don't you just jump out and have a gunfight with me?"
After cursing in his heart, Johnny adjusted his posture. Maintaining one posture for a long time would make his arms ache, especially for such a long duration.
But he dared not show the slightest slack and began to search the building. Soon, he discovered traces of human activity. But these were from before.
Immediately after, he saw a stool on the balcony that had no railing.
When he cautiously approached the stool, he saw a note on it, with a sentence written on it.
"You are very cautious, which is a good habit, but sometimes it can become your most fatal threat. When you see this note, I suggest you run quickly. Also, White Lion says hello."
Upon seeing this note and its content, a sudden, inexplicable sense of crisis enveloped Johnny. Thinking about how much time he had spent going from the 1st floor to the 10th floor, a bad feeling surged in his heart.
"Damn!"
Johnny reacted instantly, immediately turned around, and ran, rushing downstairs.
At this moment, the countdown on the timed detonation device fixed under the stool also reached zero.
Boom!
The explosion started from the 10th floor!
Johnny ran down the stairs for his life.
After the 10th floor exploded, it was followed by the 9th, 8th, 7th, and 6th floors!
Each explosion made the abandoned building shake. Johnny ran incredibly fast, no longer able to pay attention to which floor was exploding behind him.
As he rushed out of the building, the first floor also suddenly exploded, and the strong shockwave directly threw him backward.
If he had been any slower, this book could have ended.
Johnny, who was lying on the ground, got up, shook his head, and looked behind him. The smoke and dust had not yet cleared. Johnny stood up, gun in hand, and continued to run forward.
"Damn you, White Lion! How dare you trick me!"
Johnny cursed, clearly feeling extremely wronged by this loss. That guy had already left the building when he saw him, yet he had foolishly searched floor by floor. Obviously, the opponent had anticipated his actions and deliberately set up a trap there to wait for him.
Most importantly, he had correctly predicted that Johnny would read the note he left behind.
What a terrifying opponent, calculating his every move perfectly, not too early, not too late, just right.
At this point, a chill once again ran down Johnny's spine. What should he do when encountering such an opponent?
After leaving the area, Johnny quickly hailed a taxi and headed to his hotel. In the car, Johnny took out his phone and called John.
Beep—
The call was answered in a very short time. Johnny immediately said, "Master, what's the deal with that White Lion?"
Upon hearing Johnny's exclamation, John just sighed helplessly.
"He still has some unresolved grievances with me, which is why he's trying to cause you trouble, to force me to show up."
Johnny:?
No, are you kidding me? How did your grievances get tangled up with me again?
So, I'm just an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire?
Hearing this, Johnny's face immediately darkened, but there were some things he couldn't say directly. "I can only ask if there's a way to get rid of this guy. He's simply too terrifying."
John, of course, knew that Johnny had been humiliated by White Lion; that guy was not so easy to deal with.
"I can't help you with that for now, but I've already asked Marcus to find someone to assist you. He should have contacted you already, right?"
John expressed his helplessness. This matter was, in a way, his responsibility, but he truly couldn't leave at the moment, so he could only comfort Johnny in this way.
After hearing John's words, Johnny suddenly realized, "So that guy was sent by Master?"
Johnny had originally wondered why Jackal would suddenly contact him. So, it turned out his master had asked Jackal's master?
But the problem now was that even with Jackal, he couldn't deal with White Lion. This person was elusive and simply too terrifying.
"You'll have to rely on yourself for this."
John was also quite helpless about this. Another voice came from his ear, and John could only say to Johnny, "I have something else to do. If you really can't manage, you can look for Veronica or Mrs. Schneider."
John's words came through the phone, followed by a busy signal. Johnny looked at his phone somewhat stiffly, then put it away helplessly.
Veronica was an intelligence dealer, and Johnny, of course, knew that Mrs. Schneider, the Old Lady, was the landlady of Killers Home. He knew that now too.
But the question was, if he really couldn't manage, what good would it do to find these two people?
The former was an intelligence dealer, who might know things he didn't, but what about the latter?
You can't expect the Old Lady to help you, can you?
Distant water can't quench immediate thirst!
After thinking for a moment, Johnny still called Veronica.
After a few beeps from the receiver, the call was connected, but Veronica's tone was a bit hurried at this time.
"Uh... am I interrupting you a bit?"
Johnny subconsciously thought Veronica was doing 'that thing' again, but Veronica directly said, "I'm very busy right now, say what you need to quickly."
Listening to the gunshots coming through the phone, Johnny knew that Veronica was indeed very busy.
"Why don't you take care of your business first?"
Johnny was about to hang up, but Veronica said, "Speak quickly if you have something to say, and let it out if you have a fart!"
This was the first time Johnny had heard Veronica speak to him so normally, without any ambiguous terms like "little brother."
"Alright, I wanted to ask if you have any connections in Korea? I need help."
Johnny quickly told Veronica his request. Veronica simply replied, "Wait," and then hung up.
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