The Triads were wiped out, Yuyan completed her mission, and Zhang Jie naturally completed his mission as well; revoking the arrest warrant was very important to him, and of course, he also got his revenge, as he had killed the person who issued the mission.
As for Cui Wenhan, he was already dead beyond dead; he was disguised as having been assassinated by a Triads hitman.
Only Park Zhixun and Kim Min-jeong knew what truly happened.
None of this concerned Zhang Jie; after all, completing the mission and getting paid was his style.
As he and Yuyan walked out of the Japanese-style street at the same time, the two exchanged glances again.
This time, Zhang Jie spoke first again.
"Zhang Jie, can we be friends?"
Facing Zhang Jie's outstretched hand, Yuyan looked at him for a moment before extending her own hand.
"Yuyan."
With a brief and powerful reply, Zhang Jie immediately smiled; indeed, it was her, the urban legend, Japan's top assassin!
Proficient in calculating gun-fu, all environments, people, and targets were merely data in her eyes, and she only needed to connect this data with bullets.
Zhang Jie even suspected she was a cheat.
However, having the privilege of working with such a top assassin was an enjoyment for Zhang Jie. After the handshake, he said nothing more and turned to leave.
After all, she also had her own mission to complete and couldn't just chat with him, and this place would soon be exposed, so leaving now was the best option.
Watching Zhang Jie's retreating figure, the corner of Yuyan's mouth under her mask curved slightly.
"He's an interesting fellow."
As Zhang Jie walked, he disassembled his gun, tossing parts here and there; by the time he exited the street, the firearm had already been broken down into countless pieces.
He hailed a taxi and left, taking off his silicone gloves in the cab.
How could he leave fingerprints, right?
As the taxi crossed the bridge, Zhang Jie threw the two silicone gloves out, and under the influence of the sea breeze, the two silicone gloves were carried out to sea.
He returned to the vicinity of Shibuya.
Looking at the place where he had stayed for several days, Zhang Jie shook his head, then walked into the hotel and retrieved a large black briefcase from it, containing his 1 million usd.
Tokyo, Continental Hotel.
The night was as dark as ink, and neon lights blurred into indistinct specks of light in the rainy curtain.
Zhang Jie pushed open the heavy glass door, his black trench coat still damp with un-dried rain.
His fingers tightened slightly, the metal case he carried held one million usd in cash.
Behind the front desk, Matsushita Miko looked up, her red lips slightly curved, her eyes sharp, "Welcome to the Continental Hotel, sir."
Her voice was soft, "How may I help you?"
Zhang Jie gently placed the case on the marble counter, emitting a dull thud, after showing his identification as a two-star silver assassin.
"Deposit money," he said succinctly, "one million usd, to be withdrawn in New York."
Miko smiled slightly, her fingertips tapping a few times on the keyboard, and the data on the screen flowed silently.
"Of course," her tone was steady, "we offer several options..."
"Anonymous deposit, 8% handling fee, funds will be cleared globally within 24 hours, leaving no traceable records."
"Cryptocurrency, Bitcoin or Monero, 5% handling fee, instant transfer, but market fluctuation risk is borne by you."
"Or, you can choose to convert it into gold bars and store it in our vault, to be withdrawn or transferred when needed, with a 3% handling fee."
Damn, the handling fees are so high!
This is all my hard-earned money; you vampires, not only are your mission commissions high, but even these transfer fees are so high!
But he couldn't not deposit it; he couldn't possibly leave the country with 1 million in cash, could he? Forget leaving the country, he wouldn't even get past airport security, they'd just apprehend him.
Zhang Jie's gaze swept across the screen, and after a long internal struggle, he still chose... "Anonymous deposit."
Miko nodded, took a contract from under the counter, and pushed it towards him.
"Please sign and leave your identification code."
Zhang Jie took the pen and signed a pseudonym on the paper, clearly not his real name.
Matsushita Miko locked the contract in a drawer, then took a black magnetic card from under the counter and handed it to him.
"Your funds have been processed, sir. The New York branch will await your instructions."
Zhang Jie took the magnetic card, turned, and left.
Behind him, Miko gently pressed a button under the counter; the surveillance footage flickered briefly, and then all records of this transaction completely disappeared.
The rule of the Continental Hotel is no records.
With the magnetic card in his pocket, Zhang Jie left the Continental Hotel. Staying overnight was out of the question; he then hailed a taxi and rushed to Haneda Airport, bought a ticket, and flew back to New York overnight.
It wasn't his home turf, and he always felt like something was off.
As the plane slowly took off, Zhang Jie finally allowed his taut nerves to relax, if only for a moment.
On the other side, in Seoul, South Korea, Park Zhixun had completely ruined Cui Wenhan's reputation; the man was not only dead, but his reputation was also destroyed, and the entire Cui Group was severely hit, plummeting from its former glory.
As his personal secretary, since Cui Wenhan was dead and many remaining matters needed to be handled by him, he became the interim representative of the Cui Group, temporarily managing all affairs until the next principal was appointed.
As for Kim Min-jeong, she had been making a momentous decision, but fortunately, Park Zhixun had always noticed her unusual behavior and stayed by her side, so these emotions were not amplified.
And with Park Zhixun's guidance, Kim Min-jeong gradually emerged from her psychological shadow and returned to public view, but of course, that's a story for later.
Thus, the journeys to South Korea and Japan came to an end, with gains but also accompanied by extreme risks.
As the plane slowly landed at New York International Airport, Zhang Jie looked at the scenery outside the window and felt a special sense of familiarity.
After sleeping on the plane, he emerged from the airport refreshed and immediately headed for his beloved car.
The crisis with the KH Alliance was temporarily over, and Veronica's mission request was also completed; he didn't know what she had been up to lately, and she hadn't asked him to deal with the person she mentioned needing help with.
Just then, his phone vibrated.
"I handled the little mouse myself, thanks, little brother~ — V"
At this moment, Veronica was in Incheon, watching Suoluo, who was sprawled not far away, as she leaned lazily in a chair, "Honestly, I really don't understand what I did to wrong you so much that you would betray me like this?"
Suoluo knelt on the ground, not daring to answer, but the corner of his eye frantically scanned, searching for a chance to live.
"Actually, when I think about it, it makes sense; you want more money, and there's nothing wrong with that, and I never forbade you from taking on some private jobs, but betraying me so brazenly like this is not a good habit."
The most severe words were spoken in a lazy tone, and Suoluo's lips couldn't help but tremble; do not underestimate this seemingly alluring and beautiful woman, for she is more venomous than a scorpion.
In stark contrast to her lazy expression, various head-shotted corpses lay on the floor of the conference room.
The smell of blood was incredibly pungent, yet Veronica's exquisite makeup appeared so terrifying.
Veronica also had no mood to continue talking to him, "Forget it, you wouldn't tell me anyway, sayonara~"
Bang!
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