Back at the hotel, Zhang Jie's thoughts were a bit muddled. To be honest, bullets that could curve... could such a setting truly exist in real life?
What kind of world am I in, exactly?
"Bullets can curve... ha ha ha ha!"
"Curving bullets?"
Wait!
Zhang Jie's mind suddenly cleared. Curving bullets, the Black man, Simmons... Bang!
Zhang Jie slapped his thigh!
"I knew it felt familiar! It's 'Wanted'!"
So, does that mean there's also a Loom of Fate in this world?
Oh my brain!
What is all this?
John Wick? 007? Wanted?
Good heavens, plots from three worlds have already merged, and... Fox is Mrs. Schneider's second granddaughter?
Hilarious!
I'm here to do a mission, not to recognize relatives!
However, Simmons didn't recognize me just now, which makes sense; she's never seen me.
Thinking of this, Zhang Jie finally breathed a sigh of relief, but one thing was very troublesome.
The combat power of these guys is very strange!
Especially the curving bullets; it seems only specific people possess this ability. After training, they can gain superhuman strength!
Fortunately, the total number of assassins with superpowers like curved bullets does not exceed a hundred. They are genetic mutants chosen by the "Loom of Fate" and can only awaken anti-physical killing techniques after extreme training by the Brotherhood, and only one organization globally controls this power.
That is... the "Assassin Brotherhood!"
Thinking of this, Zhang Jie immediately took out his phone and made a call.
"Oh, little brother, what's your confusion now?"
Veronica's lazy voice sounded again. This time it seemed a little different from last time; could she have just finished 'that thing'?
"Last time I asked you, and you wouldn't say, is it the Assassin Brotherhood?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and after a while, she said, "It seems you've already encountered their people. I warn you, the Brotherhood's people are all crazy, you'd best stay away from them!"
But Veronica felt a bit speechless inside. What's going on with you?
You've encountered several tough characters from the dark world?
One KH Alliance, one Ouroboros, one Brotherhood.
Heh heh, you go provoke whoever no one dares to provoke, right?
"I want to know..."
"Little brother~ remember to settle the consultation fee, okay? I have something else to do, so I'll be busy first."
Before he could finish, Veronica hung up the phone.
Some things, when you are still weak, it's best not to know.
The more you know, the faster you die!
Zhang Jie was frustrated. Even an intelligence peddler had times when she wouldn't take a job?
The actual situation was that Veronica was worried that the more Zhang Jie knew, the more uncomfortable he would be, because the top dark forces in this world were not just these three.
Let him have some peace and quiet by himself.
However, Zhang Jie was indeed an optimist. He pulled the covers over his head and slept soundly until the mission updated the next day.
Zhang Jie stared at the newly updated mission details on his phone screen, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.
The target in the photo: Karel Novak, Czech Deputy Minister of Finance, smiling on the steps of the Parliament building.
This bald man in his fifties looked harmless, but the security measures were very professional. He was probably another sacrificial lamb; 60,000 usd for his life... only a pauper like himself would be willing to take this on, right?
As for others taking this mission, it would be just a side job, right?
Target: Karel Novak
Age: 53
Itinerary: Attending a banquet at Prague Castle tomorrow at 19:00
Security: 6-person close protection team (former SAS members), 2 armored vehicles, electronic jamming equipment
Requirement: Assassinate the target during the banquet
Current number of takers: 2/2
"Damn it..." Zhang Jie rubbed his temples.
Castle banquet?
That place was surrounded by high ground, but every sniper point would certainly have been secured by security in advance.
Zhang Jie pressed against the cold stone wall, his breathing steady, his glock 34 already chambered.
The banquet hall was brightly lit, Czech dignitaries clinking glasses, but the perimeter security was as tight as an iron barrel.
A close protection team of six retired SAS special forces, two armored Mercedes-Benz cars parked at the exit, and electronic jamming equipment blocking all possibilities of remote detonation.
"Long-range sniping? Impossible."
"Infiltrate and poison? Security will test first."
"Bomb? Signal jamming."
Zhang Jie narrowed his eyes, his finger gently tapping the Pistol's body, contemplating a countermeasure.
Inside the banquet hall, the light from the crystal chandeliers illuminated the entire space as if it were daytime.
Dignitaries raised their glasses and conversed, champagne shimmered in the cups, laughter and music intertwined into a luxurious din.
However, beneath this veneer of calm, the shadow of death had quietly drawn near.
The first gunshot came without warning.
Bang—!
The muffled, short gunshot, suppressed by a silencer, sounded like someone had punched a thick piece of leather.
But then, the second, the third... gunshots poured down like a storm.
The Korean hit squad, breached!
Two assaulters, "Ghost" and "Viper," simultaneously cut in from the left and right, the muzzles of their MP5SD6 submachine guns spitting faint flashes of fire.
They used the "Slicing the Pie" Shooting method, their bodies pressed against the wall, their muzzles gradually advancing as their field of vision expanded, ensuring every bullet landed precisely on the target.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
9mm subsonic bullets tore through the air. The two security guards at the entrance didn't even have time to draw their Pistols before blood bloomed on their chests, and their bodies fell heavily.
On the second-floor corridor, "Hawkeye's" HK417 rifle was already set.
The 7.62mm NATO bullet's muzzle flash flickered in the dim corridor, and the bullet pierced an SAS team member's chest at 800 meters per second.
Level III ballistic plates were useless against such close-range Shooting. The bodyguard didn't even have time to scream; his entire body was knocked over by the immense impact, and blood gushed from the bulletproof vest's hole.
"Diamond defensive formation, now!"
SAS Captain Mike Howard roared, and the four bodyguards instantly tightened their formation, protecting Karel tightly in the center with a diamond-shaped stance.
The two outer bodyguards' SIG MCX Copperhead short assault rifles fired simultaneously. The 9mm subsonic bullets only made muffled "thud-thud" sounds due to the silencer, but the bullets' lethality was undiminished.
"Ghost" had just sidestepped into cover when three precise bursts bit into his neck.
The moment the artery was torn, blood splattered like a fountain, and crimson liquid splashed onto the classical oil painting on the wall, adding a grim touch to 'The Assumption of the Virgin.'
"Iron Fist" and "Hound" did not stop.
They held glock 18 fully automatic Pistols, employing the "Mozambique Drill": two to the chest, one to the head.
An SAS team member had just raised his Pistol when he was hit twice in the chest. The bulletproof vest stopped the penetration, but the impact still made him stumble backward.
However, the third bullet followed, directly entering his forehead, and a mist of blood erupted from the back of his head.
Inside the banquet hall, screams erupted.
Dignitaries frantically dropped to the floor, wine glasses shattered, champagne and blood mixed, spreading a dark red stain across the carpet.
And in this chaos, Zhang Jie pressed against the cold stone wall.
The opportunity, it just arrived.
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