Zhou Lin

Jack knew where to find Gallo's men.

In other words, he knows where the stronghold of "Qian Ming" is.

Although Qian Ming's headquarters has moved around in many cities over the years, the cover they use is always the same - a textile factory.

This was a tradition left by Enzo Duccio, a master assassin more than a hundred years ago, known as "The Butterfly". After his death, the subsequent Qian Ming leaders continued to use it.

As a person who has been in the killer industry for decades, Jack knows this information even if he has no interaction with Qian Ming's people.

Therefore, after leaving Angel's residence, he set his destination at the only textile factory in Naples.

Since he didn't have a car and it was hard to take a taxi early in the morning, Jack originally planned to go to a place farther away from Angel's house to "take" a taxi.

Unexpectedly, he was lucky. After walking two blocks, he happened to encounter a taxi parked on the roadside.

Jack walked over and knocked on the car glass to wake up the driver who was dozing in the car. After complaining for a few times, the driver, who was tired of getting out of bed, let Jack get up.

However, when the driver heard that Jack was going to the suburbs, he immediately backed down.

After some haggling, Jack and the other party agreed on a price acceptable to both parties. At this time, the driver set off without turning on the meter.

The car was heading east. After driving for about forty-five minutes, a sliver of white appeared on the sky ahead.

However, Jack did not see this scene because he was taking advantage of the car ride to close his eyes and relax...

He was indeed tired.

Since meeting Angel and being raided by Marino and the others early yesterday morning, Jack has not slept properly.

At that time, there was obviously a reason why he kept Marino alive and drew an ambulance to him... Although nothing useful could be extracted from Marino's mouth, using him as bait and following the clues was a trick. Not a bad choice.

Therefore, after Jack left the hotel, he hid nearby; he watched with his own eyes as Marino was carried into the ambulance, and then followed the car to the Federal Charity Hospital in Naples.

Jack originally planned to wait for Marino's accomplices to show up in the hospital, but he didn't expect that after waiting for a day, it was Gallo's men who arrived.

After testing Aladino and others, Jack learned that Qian Ming had split from within. He also understood that... Marino could not dig anything out from this line, so he left Aladino and the others. A few words and left the hospital.

In the few hours between when he left the hospital and when he appeared at the White Pigeon Bar, he found a place to squint for a while... and this was the longest rest he had taken in the past forty-eight hours.

"Are you lost?"

After a while, the sky was already dark and bright. Jack, who had been sitting in the back row without opening his eyes, suddenly said such a sentence.

There were only two people in the car, so what he said... was to the driver.

"Sir, are you talking to me?" The driver was stunned by what he said, and confirmed softly in a voice that was afraid of disturbing the guest talking in his sleep.

"Is there anyone else here?" Jack still didn't open his eyes, but his voice sounded awake and clear.

"Ha...you are joking." The driver laughed and replied, "I am an experienced driver, how could I be confused..."

"Three intersections ago, on S268, why did you turn right?" Jack interrupted the other party's nonsense and asked directly.

"You..." the driver became a little hesitant, "...were you not sleeping? Why did you know..."

"You look in the rearview mirror very frequently," Jack said. "You're constantly checking to see if I've opened my eyes, right?"

This time, the driver stopped answering, and his expression... gradually turned cold.

"You think, what reason does a taxi driver who has already negotiated the price with the passengers and doesn't use the meter have to take a detour?" Jack then asked.

The driver was silent for another two seconds and replied in a deep voice: "Mr. Anderson... you are indeed worthy of your reputation."

"Be practical." The compliment seemed meaningless to Jack.

"Our leader wants to see you," the driver responded.

"Who is your leader?" Jack asked.

"Olivia Duccio." The driver knew that as long as he said the leader's full name, Jack would naturally understand who it was.

When Jack heard this, he didn't respond or have any other reaction...

He acquiesced to the invitation.

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Ten minutes later, the car stopped beside a suburban road.

Before the driver could say anything, Jack got out of the car because he could already hear Olivia's heartbeat in the car.

Although he had been a killer for many years, Jack saw this descendant of the Duccio family for the first time today.

Olivia looks to be in her mid-twenties, about the same age as Angel, and in terms of beauty... she is also on par with the latter; however, their temperaments are completely different.

If Angel looks like an Eastern European hot model, then Olivia looks like an Eastern European aristocrat.

Regardless of her standing, posture, or eyes...Olivia gives people a dignified and solemn feeling; "excellent" is the first impression she gives people. Even if she doesn't say a word, she can make people stand... The person in front of him feels stressed.

"I've admired you for a long time, 'God of Death'." When Jack approached, Olivia took the initiative to say hello to him.

"Why did you choose to meet here?" Jack basically didn't say hello to people he didn't know well, and just talked about things.

By the way, because he doesn't even say hello to anyone, it's hard for others to get to know him.

"The view is wide, there are no buildings nearby, and there are no bunkers." Olivia replied, "In other words... it is difficult to locate, eavesdrop, and ambush."

"What should we do if we encounter a long-range sniper attack?" Jack asked again.

"Unless my exact coordinates are leaked in advance, this assumption cannot be established." Olivia said, glancing at the taxi not far away, "I am here to see you today. , only you, me, and him know about it, and this location was temporarily decided by me not long ago, so the possibility of being sniped is basically zero." She paused, "To take a step back...if there is an extreme situation. , that car can also be used as our bunker."

"Well..." Jack nodded, "It seems you are very professional."

"You asked me these two questions just to see if I'm professional?" Olivia lifted her long hair that was blown to her forehead by the wind and frowned slightly.

"I haven't finished asking yet." Jack really doesn't know what "politeness" means, and the same applies to ladies, "Why would a 'professional' person like you arrange a... very... What about amateur assassination?”

"Your question is exactly what I wanted to say to you." Olivia paused for a second and then said, "The action to assassinate you was not instigated by me..."

"Oh?" After hearing this, several hypotheses immediately flashed through Jack's mind, and he immediately asked, "Isn't Marino yours?"

"He is," Olivia replied, "But three days ago, he... and the other two brothers who were killed by you... suddenly lost contact with the organization."

"You mean..." Jack said, "Your people...accepted orders from someone other than you and came to assassinate me?"

"That's right." Olivia nodded.

Jack quickly recalled the few exchanges he had with Marino, and then said: "But in my opinion, Marino did not betray you, on the contrary... he is very loyal."

"Of course I know this." Olivia said, "So I'm also very angry and... surprised." She thought thoughtfully, "If I'm not mistaken... someone has deciphered our internal code. password, and used my name to assign tasks to Marino and the others." When she said this, her expression became very solemn, "I think you also understand... If this inference is true, then the problems I may face here , much more serious than what you experienced.”

"Well..." Jack groaned, and then said, "But how do I know... are you making up a story at this moment?" He put his hands in his pockets and said softly, "Maybe... you are trying to kill me. It didn't work, so he ran to me and acted like this, so that he could avoid responsibility and win over me... Anyway, the three people who came to assassinate me are already dead. As the saying goes, there is no evidence to prove, you can say whatever you want. OK."

"But I have no reason to kill you at all." Olivia defended, "You have already seen Qian Ming's current situation. Just dealing with a Gallo... I am already stretched thin, how can I still have some energy left? Come to hunt down you, the murderer who has no grievances or grudges against me and is a stranger to me?"

She took a deep breath and continued: "I just learned about Marino's death and the specific details of their assassination operation not long ago..." At this point, her tone became slightly excited, " Mr. Anderson, let me say something less professional... I am also a woman, how could I use such vicious methods as 'Praying Mantis'? Besides... then the whole assassination operation is very strange, isn't it?

"Why did you send a woman to your door first to alert the snake? Not to mention you, even an ordinary killer would not be fooled when faced with such a suspicious situation. Instead of doing this, wouldn't it be better to make a direct attack?

"Also...since the person who planned this operation doesn't care about implicating innocent people, and can even get rare things like 'Praying Mantis', then why doesn't he/she use more extreme means? For example, in a hotel beforehand Planting bombs, bombarding your room with an RPG from across the street... There are many ways to choose with a higher success rate, right?"

Her words were well-founded and sincere; the excitement suppressed by cultivation was indeed the emotion that a person who had been wronged should feel.

Of course, it wasn't that Jack didn't believe her; all the questions and malicious speculations just now were just tests.

From beginning to end, the scales in Jack's heart were flat and without any bias; this objective attitude is very important for a killer, because in this industry... as long as he is deceived once, he will be deceived. It's probably the last time.

"Okay, I'll believe you for the time being." Feeling that he was almost done with the temptation, Jack relaxed a little.

"Thank you, Mr. Anderson." After hearing this, Olivia's brows finally relaxed a little.

At that moment, her charming face became brighter, like a high mountain flower blooming in the morning mist.

However, for a flower, the moment of beauty often means that it will wither soon after.

boom--

Suddenly, gunfire broke out.

When the sound came, the person...had already fallen.

The scene when being hit by a sniper rifle from a long distance is by no means as beautiful as what is depicted in many film and television works.

If you think that the person who was shot will spin around in circles, fall to the ground softly and softly, and then say his last words for about two minutes, and then slowly close his eyes... then you are completely wrong.

In reality, a person who is hit by a large-caliber sniper rifle at a very long distance will suffer a narrow escape if hit on the torso, and if hit on the limbs... the flesh and blood may be scattered everywhere at least, or broken in two at worst.

In terms of the posture of falling to the ground... usually, they are taken one meter away in the direction of the bullet, and then fall top-heavy into the street.

As for the last words, I was lucky to lose consciousness on the spot. If I were awake, I would only be in pain. How can a person say anything in that situation?

At the moment, Olivia is one of the lucky ones - her head was shot cleanly.

At the same second, the driver in the taxi stepped on the accelerator... Obviously, he knew about the sneak attack, and the sound of the gunshot was his signal to escape.

I have to say that this was indeed an outstanding assassination.

Olivia, who was lying in a pool of blood, would never have thought that even if she was a ghost, in such a temporarily decided place... that was difficult to locate, eavesdrop, and ambush, one of her most trusted companions would actually collude with others. Get up and kill her in front of the "god of death".

This is the world of killers.

When you feel you are safe, that is the moment you are closest to death.

boom--

Although Olivia is dead, the assassination is not over yet because Jack is still alive.

This second gunshot, the second bullet... seemed to be aimed at him.

But unlike Olivia, Jack dodged, using a movement that the gunman couldn't see.

Jack not only dodged the second shot without interruption, but after dodging, his figure instantly appeared on the roof of the taxi that had already driven more than ten meters away...