"What the f*ck! What in the world are you guys doing?!"
Zhang Jie suddenly fired three shots, startling Caesar.
But when he turned his head, he saw the other four people staring in that direction, and immediately understood.
So he raised his AA-12 shotgun, intending to fire a few rounds in that direction, when Kincaid timely pushed him down.
"Hey! Bro! Wouldn't letting him die so easily be too good for him? A scumbag like him should be made to truly feel the fear before death, shouldn't he? Motherf*cker!"
Kincaid was still cursing.
Zeto was not so lucky; he was hit once in the abdomen and once in the chest, with the other shot missing.
"How unlucky, I actually bet wrong…" But feeling the dull sensation in his chest, and the sound of air leaking, blood foam also flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Breathing also became increasingly difficult.
"Hmph, to think that I, the great… Zeto, would die in… a place like this… It's truly laughable…"
Speaking became more and more difficult. He forcefully swung his right hand, pushing away the panel blocking his front.
As the panel was pushed aside, he finally appeared before the five people.
His chest had been shot. Although it wasn't an instant kill, it was a fatal wound.
He grinned, laughing as he looked at the five people below, his blood-red teeth appearing so ferocious.
He mustered all his strength and shouted loudly: "Hey, Kincaid, I stole your mission because you're truly trash!"
After saying this, his strength instantly became very, very small, and his eyes became hazy.
"Hey, Zeto, I really have to thank you. My wallet is a bit fatter now," Zhang Jie's snarky voice reached Zeto's ears.
"Ha… What an ironic… ending."
After saying this, Zeto's head tilted, and he stopped breathing completely.
But Zhang Jie picked up his HK416, aimed at Zeto's head, and pulled the trigger again.
Pfft!
However, the four people present did not scold him or show any dissatisfaction; on the contrary, each of them gave him approving looks.
To cut weeds, one must remove the roots; to kill, one must deliver the finishing blow.
This is how a professional assassin should be.
Zhang Jie took out his phone, zoomed in, then took a photo, and with a few taps, uploaded photos for all three completed missions.
Watching the missions enter the review stage, Zhang Jie nodded contentedly, then slipped his phone into his pocket.
This action immediately drew looks of disgust from the four people present; it was somewhat insulting.
However, our subject didn't seem to care, "It's just making money; there's nothing shameful about it."
The four were about to leave, but Kincaid looked at the deceased Zeto, not saying a word.
Zhang Jie turned around curiously to glance at Kincaid, teasingly saying, "What, you can't bear to part with him? Do you want to collect his body?"
"I'm just a little emotional. This scumbag, who has been against me for so many years, suddenly went to see his great-grandmother, motherf*cker! When did I become so sentimental?"
Kincaid's tone changed slightly as he spoke. Zhang Jie keenly noticed it, but he didn't say much. As fellow assassins who had competed for so many years, there were bound to be some strange emotions mixed in.
But the next second, this emotion and realization in Zhang Jie's heart were instantly shattered by Kincaid.
"Don't eat sour radishes! You dog-f*cking Japanese dog! You steal my missions every day and then mock me! You deserve to be shot full of holes!"
"Thank God I met you here and got to witness you being taken out with my own eyes. My future life will be incredibly pleasant because of it. Sophia and I will even thank you when we're doing our thing!"
"Motherf*cker! Today is truly a great day! I should open a bottle of champagne to celebrate when I get back, woohoo~"
Kincaid was somewhat gesticulating wildly, even whistling.
Absurd… Zhang Jie was at a loss for how to comfort his wounded little heart for a moment. He had thought Kincaid would elegantly bid farewell to this assassin like a gentleman, but he didn't expect him to launch into a verbal assault, even though Zeto couldn't hear anything now and was sleeping peacefully.
Bang, bang, bang!
Then came several more gunshots. Zhang Jie watched dumbfounded as Kincaid continuously fired at Zeto's corpse.
"Holy sh*t! What kind of strange expectations did I have for this lunatic?"
Zhang Jie covered his face and left; he didn't want to stay there for another second, it was too embarrassing.
And Kincaid, having vented, put away his gun contentedly, only to turn around and find that the four people had already walked away.
"Oh man! How could you abandon your comrade at such a crucial moment?"
Kincaid cursed as he followed after them.
On the other side, Michael and Sophia also encountered problems.
Sophia was carrying a suitcase, which was very conspicuous. Aristotle saw her from afar and told the guards not to shoot.
Michael, on the other hand, looked desperate. He picked up a guard's gun, grabbed two magazines, and followed behind Sophia, but the guards immediately opened fire when they saw him.
Even though he hadn't participated in the previous events.
However, Magnusson didn't buy it.
His strange exploits were simply a disgrace to the bodyguard world in Magnusson's eyes.
His client was killed by that damn big bald guy, he himself lost his 3A bodyguard certificate, and he also took a job protecting an assassin.
Damn it! Is this really something a bodyguard should do?
Look how down and out he is, he can't even afford a decent suit.
Magnusson's eyes were filled only with disdain and disgust, so when he saw Michael appear, he unhesitatingly ordered his subordinates to shoot.
Sophia, in front of him, walked towards Aristotle as if no one else was there.
"Can you unlock this thing for my old lady?"
Aristotle looked at the woman before him, his eyes a little dazed for a moment, then smiled courteously, "Of course, no problem, but you'll have to come with me to a place first. Only there can your bracelet be unlocked."
The formidable Sophia didn't seem to know what fear was. She agreed immediately, but the next second, she slammed the silver briefcase in her hand hard onto Magnusson's head, who was standing nearby.
"Who told you to shoot at my bodyguard?"
Magnusson, who had taken the full force of the blow, was almost dazed. He turned his head, saw it was Sophia, and immediately suppressed his anger.
"That low-class fellow was posing a security threat to my employer. I was following my bodyguard protocol, protecting my employer, understand?"
Magnusson had never been subjected to such disrespect in his life. Who are you? How dare you swing a suitcase at me like that, it f*cking hurts!
Seeing Magnusson glare at her, Sophia was completely unfazed, even raising the suitcase to hit him again. Fortunately, Aristotle stopped her in time.
"Alright, he's my bodyguard, and it's perfectly fine for him to be concerned about my safety," Aristotle then said to Magnusson, "Stop Shooting."
At Magnusson's signal, the remaining security personnel finally stopped their Shooting.
"F*ck! You damn bastards, you almost killed me, you know that?!" Michael cursed as he watched the other side finally cease fire.
However, when he saw Sophia getting into the car with Aristotle, his cerebellum shrunk.
"What just happened???"
He then quickly pulled out his phone and called Kincaid's number.
"You bastard Kincaid, where the f*ck are you!!! Your wife ran off with someone, do you know that!!!"
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