It was her granddaughter who came knocking on his door in the middle of the night dressed like that!
Max had regained her dignified demeanor and gave Mrs. Schneider a sweet smile, "Don't be nervous, Grandma, we're just discussing… legal matters."
Max looked at Zhang Jie with an amused expression and turned to leave.
"Sweet dreams, Mr. Zhang~"
Watching Max's graceful figure disappear at the end of the corridor, Zhang Jie let out a long breath, only then realizing that his back was soaked with sweat.
He looked down at the glass of red wine in his hand, and suddenly felt that this dark red liquid… "Damn it!"
He cursed under his breath, placed the wine glass on the windowsill in the corridor, and turned to close his room door with a heavy thud.
Damn it, why are these women more outrageous than the last?
First, there's the original owner's missing girlfriend, Lisa, then the informant Veronica, and now a lawyer, Max.
My goodness, are they playing pajama temptation now?
After a deep sleep, the night passed without incident.
Early the next morning, Zhang Jie heard Mrs. Schneider shouting downstairs.
It turned out she was preparing to go to New York's Queens Street and told her obedient granddaughter to sort out her own meals at home.
Zhang Jie heard it but didn't react, because he was going to Shooting practice soon. He hadn't touched a glock in a long time, and the proficiency dropping sharply made his eyelids twitch.
This proficiency maintenance wouldn't last too long; generally, after about 3 days, a decline prompt would start to appear.
This should be a normal phenomenon, just like when we practice calligraphy, if we don't write for a few days, we'll get a bit rusty. Before you completely master this form of calligraphy, it's very normal for this to happen, let alone Shooting techniques.
This is a skill that is accumulated through bullets.
Zhang Jie walked downstairs with a yawn, just in time to see Max sitting in the living room reading a book in her pajamas.
The sunlight streamed in from outside the window, falling on her, giving her a glowing aura.
"Oh, sunny boy, are you up yet? The sun hasn't even hit your butt."
Seeing Zhang Jie yawning, Max teased him.
"Ah, yes, yes, yes, everything you say is right."
Zhang Jie didn't want any contact or interaction with Max at all; he felt this woman was too dangerous.
Although he didn't know her purpose for coming back, none of that mattered; he would be leaving soon anyway.
Max's gaze fell on the wine rack next to Zhang Jie.
"Could you get me some red wine, honey~"
Zhang Jie raised an eyebrow. This woman had ill intentions.
What kind of decent person drinks red wine first thing in the morning?
But it was hard to refuse, so he just grabbed it casually.
He walked over to Max with the wine, and just as he was about to hand her the red wine, his hand slipped, and the red wine fell from his grasp.
Max, who was sitting on the sofa reading, instinctively reached out and caught the red wine bottle steadily.
The atmosphere suddenly went quiet.
Max glanced at the red wine, then loosened her grip, and the red wine fell to the ground and shattered, the red liquid splashing everywhere.
Both of them froze for a moment, then Zhang Jie said, "I'll get the mop!"
Max, on the other hand, stood up, "I'll get the rag!"
The moment Zhang Jie turned around, both their eyes simultaneously sharpened.
The dark red liquid spreading on the floor like bloodstains, and the air was filled with a tense, hostile atmosphere.
"An errand boy?"
Max's lips curled into a cold smile, her right hand already subtly sliding under the coffee table.
"A junior lawyer?"
Zhang Jie narrowed his eyes and took two steps back, his left hand casually resting on the kitchen door frame.
The next second, the battle erupted!
Max violently overturned the coffee table, the heavy solid wood tabletop whistling as it slammed towards Zhang Jie.
He dodged sideways, and the coffee table crashed into the wall, sending glass shards flying.
"Good moves."
Max chuckled, her right hand already pulling a P226 with a silencer from under the sofa cushion, the muzzle instantly locking onto Zhang Jie's chest.
Puff! Puff!
Zhang Jie ducked and rolled, bullets grazing his shoulder and embedding themselves in the wine cabinet behind him, glass bottles shattering, wine splashing.
He used the momentum to crash into the kitchen, his fingertips touching the refrigerator handle. Third shelf of the fridge, behind the butter box was hidden… Click!
2 seconds, the metallic grinding sound of the silencer threads biting together was grating.
"Do Wall Street lawyers carry guns to audit accounts?"
Zhang Jie, leaning against the kitchen doorframe, sneered, the muzzle of his glock peeking out from the edge of the kitchen doorframe.
"Tax audits require special measures."
Max's voice came from the other side of the living room, accompanied by the click-clack of a shotgun being cocked.
Remington 870!
Fuck!
Bang!
Max blasted the kitchen doorframe with a single shot, wood splinters and tile fragments exploding and flying.
Zhang Jie rolled along the floor, bullets grazing his back and embedding themselves in the refrigerator, its metal casing dented and deformed.
"Damn it!" He cursed under his breath, raising his hand for two rapid shots.
Puff! Puff!
The bullets precisely pierced through the living room's decorative shelf, forcing Max to dodge sideways.
She used the momentum to crash into the dining room, the tableware on the dining table flying with her movement, knives and forks Shooting towards Zhang Jie like concealed weapons.
Clink! Clink!
Zhang Jie raised his arm to block, a dinner knife grazing his forearm and drawing a streak of blood.
"Quick reactions." Max chuckled, raising her shotgun again.
Bang!
Zhang Jie stomped hard on the ground, sliding his entire body behind the kitchen island. The bullet shattered the marble countertop, sending fragments flying.
He gritted his teeth and rolled over, a glock 34 peeking out from the edge of the counter.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Three bullets precisely blocked Max's movement, forcing her to roll and dodge.
"Your Shooting is good."
She panted, but a look of excited amusement played on her lips.
She took the opportunity to throw the shotgun behind her and pulled out from under the sofa cushion… The sight of two Colt Pythons firing simultaneously was deadly beautiful.
"You're not bad either."
Zhang Jie sneered as he dodged bullets, his left hand already subtly reaching for the cleaver on the counter.
Six .357 Magnum rounds turned the stainless steel refrigerator door into a sieve.
He backhanded the cleaver, its cold gleam grazing Max's ear and embedding itself in the wall, shearing off a few strands of golden hair.
"You're trying to kill me?!"
Max's expression changed, but Zhang Jie said, "The feeling is mutual!"
Max suddenly charged, throwing her empty Colt aside, and drawing a butterfly knife from her waist, the blade carving a chilling arc in the light.
"Lawyers play with knives too?"
Zhang Jie dodged sideways and pulled out another kitchen knife.
Clang!
Sparks of metal collision burst between the two of them.
Max's butterfly knife coiled like a venomous snake, its blade grazing Zhang Jie's throat several times.
He sharply leaned back, the blade cutting through the air with a sharp whistle.
"You dodge pretty fast."
She chuckled, then suddenly changed her move, delivering a knee strike towards his abdomen.
"You're not slow either!"
Zhang Jie blocked with his left hand, and his right-hand kitchen knife followed through with a downward chop, forcing Max back.
The two fought at high speed in the narrow kitchen, Flashing knife, with flashing blades and flying fists and feet.
Max's butterfly knife darted like a venomous snake, each thrust aiming for a vital spot, while Zhang Jie's cleaver swung wide and open, forcing her to retreat repeatedly.
"Is this what Wall Street teaches?"
Zhang Jie sneered, suddenly changing his move, a leg sweep forcing Max off balance.
"Chinese Kung Fu! Please enlighten me!"
"My private lessons aren't bad either."
She used the momentum to backflip, her right hand already reaching for the Remington 870.
Not good!
Why does this woman always want his life?!
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