Zhou Lin

The driver was by no means an idle person. In this life-and-death moment, although his sight did not capture Jack's movement track, he still noticed the weight of the car and the feeling of driving... a person.

However, it is of no use to notice it.

If he had a gun in his hand, this would undoubtedly be a good opportunity to attack Jack.

Unfortunately, he didn't.

There was no gun hidden on his body or in the car, nor any other weapons. This was what Olivia meant, because the person he was going to pick up today was the God of Death, and there were many things wrong with bringing weapons. .

Although the driver has already planned to betray Olivia, he cannot be exposed until the plan succeeds...or especially before the plan succeeds.

So he followed the order to the letter—bringing nothing.

At the moment, the best way he could think of to deal with this was to use his driving skills to "dump" Jack.

However, just when he made up his mind and was about to turn the steering wheel...

"Ah!" he exclaimed, for two reasons.

First, he saw Jack's face in the rearview mirror; second, Jack's hand... had already grabbed his neck.

Just like when "getting on the roof of the car," the driver couldn't see Jack entering the car; it was as if, in the blink of an eye, he was already there.

"Speed ​​up." Jack asked directly without talking nonsense to him.

This driver was an old man, and he had been in situations like this many times. Therefore, after the initial shock, he quickly calmed down and secretly analyzed: "He won't do it. ... He knew very well that the car was still under my control. If he broke my neck, the car would lose control and hit the road shoulder... A car accident was the last thing he wanted to see. If he stayed in the car, he would be affected. , and if you escape, you will be exposed to the muzzle of the sniper rifle again."

After finishing the calculation, the driver felt calm; he did not accelerate as Jack said, but just maintained the current speed and tried to steady the other person: "Mr. Anderson... I know you won't do anything..."

After he finished half of his sentence, before the rest of the bargain could be said, Jack tore his throat to shreds with three fingers.

Then, the car lost control.

But he didn't lose control for too long... After just a few seconds, the door next to the driver's seat was opened, and a body that was still twitching and with its throat torn was kicked out and rolled to the roadside. .

Then, after a slight shake and deceleration, the car regained stability and began to accelerate.

I have to say, Jack... has indeed changed.

Become kind.

In the past, he would never say "speed up" to the driver. He would just do what he needed to do.

But now, he would rather bear the time loss and variable risks associated with "making requests and waiting for feedback", but also giving the other party a chance to survive.

Although... the other party did not cherish that opportunity in the end.

boom--

At the same moment, the third bullet came.

It seemed that the sniper had not given up yet. After witnessing the driver being thrown out of the car, he immediately started shooting at the driver's seat of the taxi.

There is no doubt about this man's marksmanship. When hitting stationary targets, he can hit the head with one shot, and when hitting high-speed moving targets, he is also very accurate.

When the gunshot rang out, the taxi's windshield was shattered in one piece, and a big hole was punched in the driver's seat back.

However, Jack, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was still unscathed...

He did not hesitate or panic, and continued to press the accelerator hard against the oncoming knife-like cold wind, heading towards the sniper's location.

As early as the moment Olivia was headshot, Jack had already determined the direction and distance of the sniper through ballistics and gunshots; he knew that the other party was using a gun with an extremely long range, and the bullets were indeed Flying from a very far away place... After all, Olivia is not an ordinary person, and the meeting place she chose has a very wide view. If you want to successfully attack her, you can only attack her from a place that is far beyond the limit of ordinary eyesight. Just do it.

And this distance, in a sense, became the sniper's lifeline.

boom--

Seconds later, the gun rang out again.

In these few seconds, the sniper had obviously thought of one thing clearly; therefore, the fourth shot hit not a person, but a car...

Maybe Jack himself was fast enough to dodge bullets, but the car he drove wasn't.

From the time the bullet comes out of the chamber to Jack's reaction, it may only take a few tenths of a second, but it will take at least a second or two to turn the steering wheel, wait for the tires to deflect, and then wait for the car body to actually move.

The result was obvious. The taxi's tires were blown out by this shot, and the car's body instantly lost its balance. At super fast speeds, as soon as the front left suspension made slight contact with the ground, the car spun around and flew up.

However, this still doesn't hurt Jack...

When the car flipped over in the air, he used an extremely precise and extreme posture to smash the remaining windshield and got out. His feet just touched the ground lightly and the inertia was easily released. Then, he One bowed his head and bent over, letting the car fly over his head, and stood firmly.

And the taxi that overturned and slid forward was shot again...

This shot hit the fuel tank.

In an instant, the fire, heat flow and shock wave generated by the explosion exploded ten meters in front of Jack; the sniper's next shot also quietly struck under the cover of the explosion.

However, even in this situation, Jack still dodged the bullet...

He didn't even move half a step, he just tilted his head with a very casual movement, and the bullet just missed his cheek a few centimeters away.

After the shot, the sniper calmly chose to retreat.

At this point, anyone with any sense would definitely have to run away; this is not a question of marksmanship or courage, but because the target's performance is too absurd, and the gunman will doubt his life if he continues to fight.

While there was still a few hundred meters between the two of them and Jack's vehicle was destroyed, he ran away quickly. If he didn't run... he might not be able to escape.

As for Jack, after dodging the last bullet, he waited for a moment. When the aftermath of the explosion subsided, he was basically sure that the other party had withdrawn.

Since he might not be able to catch up, there was no need for Jack to waste his efforts. He simply walked around the burning car wreckage and walked forward along the road.

…………

It's hard to see a car in the suburbs of Naples after five o'clock in the morning.

Jack walked for a long time before he met one.

Sometimes it's a good thing when a person looks ordinary. If you look like a perverted murderer, then the truck driver may not dare to drive you...

Anyway, around 5:30, Jack successfully caught a ride heading towards the textile factory.

There were many factories in that area, so Jack got on a truck that was going to pick up goods from a printing factory; because it was empty and it was in the suburbs, it drove naturally fast, and Jack arrived at his destination in less than twenty minutes.

Before he put him down, the truck driver was still telling him about seeing the burning car wreckage on the way here. It was obvious... this job was really boring.

After bidding farewell to this dear friend, Jack walked along a country road for another five minutes before arriving at the door of the textile factory.

The old factory building is covered with the marks of time. The muddy and sunken road in front of the factory gate and the old trees already covered with red leaves on both sides of the road seem to be telling some long-lasting memories.

Although it is already the 23rd century, this textile factory has not had many electronic modifications. It still maintains the style of the mid-20th century, and even some equipment is still in use more than 200 years ago. the design of.

The kind of highly consistent products that can be made at the push of a button and generated from a fully automated production line are not available here.

What's here...are just some gadgets produced from outdated and old tools with varying degrees of completion.

Under this differentiated production model, the high-quality and top-quality products produced... and the craftsmanship passed down along with them are probably the soul and charm of traditional crafts.

Jack stood quietly at the door of the textile factory for a moment, then walked forward and knocked on the door to the outside.

"Who is it?" After knocking for a while, the concierge on duty opened the small window and answered impatiently, rubbing his eyes.

"I'm looking for Giuseppe Gallo." When Jack replied, the man inside happened to see his face clearly.

Then, the person watching the door suddenly woke up from a sleepy state, and was so awake that he was trembling...

"No...no..." Two seconds later, he hesitated to reply.

"There is no such person?" Jack completed the lines for the brother who suddenly stuttered in front of him.

But the concierge... after hearing this, he immediately didn't dare to answer the question.

Logically speaking, he should answer "There is no such person", but this is the God of Death in front of him. If the other party takes advantage of the situation and says, "In this case, then I will let this person disappear", who should be blamed for this matter? On your head?

"You...you wait..." After a brief but fierce ideological struggle, the concierge decided to find someone who could handle this matter.

After saying "wait a minute," he picked up the phone on the table with his trembling hands, turned around, and reported to his superiors in a lowered voice.

In less than two minutes, the door opened. Behind the door were Aladino and Sandro, who were standing solemnly. They were undoubtedly here to greet Jack.

Jack didn't say anything to them, but quietly walked into the factory under the guidance of the two of them.

When he passed through the factory buildings, corridors, and all places where there were people... everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him.

Jack, on the other hand, was still the same, with no special reaction, as if these people didn't exist at all.

Not long after, he was taken to a very spacious factory building.

This factory building is very bright. On the wall opposite the door, there is a huge loom, and most of the sunlight coming in from the outside falls on the machine.

At this time, Giuseppe Gallo was standing in front of the loom, with his hands behind his back.

He was accompanied by a man and a woman, the two people who had been acting with Aladino since yesterday; there was no doubt that these four people present were Gallo's confidants.

When Jack walked into the room, Gallo slowly turned around and gave him a meaningful smile: "Jack, my old friend, it's been a long time since I saw you."

"You seem to be doing quite well now." Jack actually said a rare word that seemed to be a greeting.

"Haha...it's okay." Gallo replied, "I just..."

Just as he was about to show off a few words, Jack interrupted him: "Since it's okay, then if my old friend asks you to ask for something, you won't refuse."

It turns out that that greeting... was to pave the way for the next sentence.

"Ho~" Gallo looked a little embarrassed when someone robbed him of his words. He continued in a sinister tone, "Is there anything in my little temple that you, the God of Killing, can appreciate?"

"A few hours ago, some thieves stole a mobile phone from a woman's house, and also took away some belongings." Jack continued, "You should know about this."

In this sentence, when Gallo heard the "cell phone" part, he had one expression, and when he heard the "property" part, he had another expression.

"Yes, I sent someone to pick up the phone." In response to Jack's words, Gallo moved his eyes slightly and looked at the male killer beside him. The expression on the latter's face also changed, "Because I heard that Mr. My friend was plotted, so I wanted to collect clues to help you investigate... As for the property..." He said to the male killer in a mocking tone, "Gino, when you picked up the phone, did you see any property? "

Gino didn't answer immediately. He exchanged glances with Gallo. After getting the leader's hint, he glanced at Jack slightly and replied: "Go back to the leader. The subordinate only took the mobile phone and didn't see anything." property."

He is lying.

Everyone in this room knew he was lying.

And they all understood that this lie was told by Gallo.

Admittedly, before Jack said the word "property," Gallo didn't know that Gino was also involved in stealing people's money, but now, he was deliberately trying to get his subordinates to deny it.

This is not a matter of money. Gallo doesn't care if his men earn extra money during missions. Today's Qian Ming... there are still people who don't get extra money.

This was a matter of personal grudge, and Gallo simply didn't want Jack to get what he wanted.

"You can leave the clues." After a moment of silence, Jack seemed to have not heard Gino's lie and said again, "I want to take that woman's money."

"Huh...'that woman'?" Gallo smiled, "It's 'that bitch' right? Ha...hahahaha..." He laughed loudly, "Jack, my old friend, that kind of Can you believe what a woman says? She says she has money if she has money? Then she said she lost a box of diamonds, are you going to come to me to ask for a box of diamonds back?"

His words were harsh and so was his laughter.

His men also laughed along with his ridicule. Except for Aradino who was sneering, the other three laughed exaggeratedly.

It seemed that the group took great satisfaction in indirectly insulting Jack by insulting Angel.

"yes."

However, a few seconds later, Jack replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

When he finished speaking, the smile on Gallo's face suddenly disappeared, and his men stopped laughing.

"What did you say?" Veins popped up on Gallo's face. He gritted his teeth and read word by word, "I don't listen clearly."

"Whatever she said, there will be." Jack looked directly at Gallo's ferocious face and replied coldly, "She said she had one dollar, and I want you to hand over one dollar today; she said there was one hundred Wan, I want you to hand over one million..." He paused, "If she really says that she lost a box of diamonds, you will burn yourself and all your subordinates into carbon, and then give them from the carbon. After I grabbed the diamonds, I had to collect a box of them to hand over."