The two bodyguards' hands had barely touched their Pistol holsters when they saw their protectee fall straight to the ground.
The two looked at each other, their movements frozen mid-air.
Who understands that sense of horror?
"..."
"..."
Boss, it's not that we didn't protect you; it's that the enemy was too cunning and didn't shoot according to convention.
Rest in peace, Amen!
Zhang Jie blinked, looked down at his smoking gun barrel, then looked up at the fallen Karel.
"Uh..."
Only then did he realize what he had just done.
"Is that... the mission completed?"
An eerie silence fell over the corridor.
The two bodyguards' hands were still hovering over their Pistol holsters, unsure whether to advance or retreat.
Such precise Shooting made them dare not move.
Would you bet that you're faster on the draw within seven steps?
Karel's body lay silently on the ground, as if silently protesting this absurd end.
Finally, Zhang Jie cleared his throat, quickly pulled out his phone with his left hand, snapped two photos, and then slowly retreated.
It's about making money, no shame in that!
Who dares say I didn't kill this guy?
This was the first time Zhang Jie realized that Instinctive Shooting could be used like this?
Hands faster than the brain!
"Um..." He waved his hand awkwardly, "You guys carry on?"
After saying that, he turned and ran, leaving the two bodyguards stunned in place.
After exchanging glances, the two decisively began to search the body. It was a joke; their employer was already gone, so if they didn't search the body, who would pay them?
The impact of the castle banquet Shooting was still expanding. Zhang Jie retreated along the planned route, changing into the prepared clothes and discarding his old ones as he went.
All retreat routes precisely avoided surveillance to ensure no one would track his whereabouts.
As for the Pistol, he dismantled it as he went, throwing all parts into different sewers, trash cans, or simply discarding them randomly.
A complete Pistol quickly turned into countless parts, scattered in various corners of Prague.
As for leaving fingerprints, that was even less possible, as Zhang Jie wore gloves the entire time. Although it affected some of his feel, it wasn't a significant difference.
Thus, before the police surrounded the ancient castle, Zhang Jie had managed to evade their encirclement.
However, one thing he was very clear about was that it would probably be impossible to leave Prague in the short term.
This guy was the Deputy Minister of Finance for Czech; a city-wide lockdown was a mild response.
"Troublesome!"
But one good thing was that the assassin app was completely anonymous; no one knew who placed the order, no one knew who took the order, and no one knew which account the money was deposited into.
The 40% commission wasn't for nothing.
He operated his phone to upload the photos he had just taken, and soon a notification message arrived.
"Citibank International reminds: Your account ending in 1234 received a deposit of $36,000.00 on April 12. Available balance $38,425.75. If this was not performed by you, please call 1-800-374-9000 immediately."
Good, it's in!
Although the commission was high, the efficiency was also high!
Indeed, with food in hand, one's heart is not flustered.
However, Zhang Jie also noticed a display on the assassin APP.
"Your Assassin Level has been updated:
Codename: None
Star Rating: ★★☆
Badge Level: Silver
Missions Completed: 42 times
You can go to the nearest Continental Hotel to collect universal gold coins. You can currently collect 3 gold coins (Note: completing a three-star mission earns one, four-star missions two, five-star missions three, six-star missions four. Gold coins are uniformly issued by the Continental Hotel."
Oh?
I have a rating too?
Two and a half stars, Silver?
Presumably, it's because I haven't completed a mission independently?
Thinking about it, it's true; I've almost always benefited from others' efforts.
But these gold coins are a good thing!
Sometimes they are more useful than US dollars and can be used to purchase assassin services, cleaners, intelligence, medical sanctuary, etc.
For several consecutive days, the police sirens in Prague did not stop.
Zhang Jie stood by the stone railing of Charles Bridge, his fingers unconsciously tapping the ancient stone carvings.
The Prague sunset stained the Vltava River golden, and the distant police sirens were still faintly audible.
"It's been five days..."
He sighed and looked at his proficiency records:
"Instinctive Shooting: Lv1 (60/100)"
"Tactical Awareness: Lv1 (75/100)"
These numbers were experience he had earned with his life.
Although there was still a gap to being a true top-tier assassin, compared to his rookie state when he first transmigrated, he had already entered the level of a professional assassin.
Suddenly, a fight broke out in an alley across the river.
Zhang Jie narrowed his eyes and saw two familiar figures, Simmons and Wesley, cornering a middle-aged man in a suit.
"Fuck! Damn it..."
He instinctively crouched down.
Simmons' distinctive blonde hair was particularly striking in the sunset. The 1911 Pistol in her hand fired at a strange angle, and the bullet actually curved around a utility pole, hitting the target's knee.
"What kind of evil technique is this..." Zhang Jie muttered to himself.
What shocked him even more was Wesley's change.
This good-for-nothing, who was so scared he wet himself a week ago, was now as agile as a cheetah.
He rolled, avoiding the target's counterattack, and a bullet hit the opponent's wrist from an incredible angle.
The middle-aged man screamed, and his Pistol dropped to the ground.
Simmons stepped forward and fired another shot, cleanly ending the mission.
Zhang Jie held his breath, watching the two quickly clear the scene.
His gaze unconsciously followed the bullet's trajectory, trying to understand the principle behind it.
He even imitated that Shooting posture... Click!
Great, his wrist was dislocated... Zhang Jie expressionlessly reset his wrist.
His practical Shooting experience told him that this was impossible and defied the laws of physics.
He could make an arrow curve, but... a bullet curve?
Go to bed.
It really wasn't suitable.
Just then, Simmons suddenly turned her head to look towards the bridge. Zhang Jie quickly lowered his head, his heart pounding like a drum.
"What's wrong?" Wesley asked.
"Nothing." Simmons narrowed her eyes, "Let's go, back to the textile factory for more training. Your accuracy is too poor."
The sound of their footsteps faded, and only then did Zhang Jie let out a long sigh of relief. He pulled out his phone and found an unread message:
"Little brother~ I guess you're still in Prague. Want to come to Kehl Cafe for a sit-down? -- V"
Veronica? How could she be in Prague?
Zhang Jie frowned in thought, then suddenly realized something and looked sharply across the river, in the direction Simmons had left, which was exactly opposite to the agreed-upon cafe.
He pulled down his hat brim and blended into the crowd of tourists.
Why would Veronica suddenly appear in Prague?
As he turned the street corner, Zhang Jie didn't notice an old man in a gray suit in a second-floor window.
The old man glanced at the watch on his wrist; the cross-shaped emblem on the outside of the watch cover gleamed coldly in the sunset.
"Interesting fellow..."
The old man murmured to himself. Behind him, three burly men in black suits silently got up and followed in the direction Zhang Jie had left.
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