Eggsy walked into the distance, and in a Volkswagen at the street corner, Zhang Jie and John sat watching him leave.
"Who was that?"
Zhang Jie was a little puzzled; John rarely paid so much attention to one person.
"Someone from the Knights of the Round Table."
John's answer was brief, and it was not difficult to tell from his words and actions that he understood this organization.
"Knights of the Round Table?" Zhang Jie was a little confused, but he vaguely felt it was familiar.
John, however, was quite dismissive of the Knights of the Round Table, "Just a bunch of thugs who like to pretend to be elegant all day long, pretending to be gentlemen. They're not as good as me."
Faced with John's complaints, Zhang Jie indicated he had no right to speak.
When he complains, it's authoritative; what am I when I complain?
Seeing Eggsy disappear around the corner, Zhang Jie finally started the car and drove in another direction.
The pedestrians on the street seemed no different from when they arrived—drinking coffee, waiting for people—as usual, as if the gunfight and explosion in the basement had nothing to do with the ground.
Zhang Jie could only say the soundproofing was too good.
The bounty for John's assassination had been withdrawn, so no assassins would bother him now.
Zhang Jie was also relieved, driving through the streets of Berlin.
Watching the streetscape constantly receding, John suddenly said, "Actually, sometimes I often wonder, are you another form of Ling Feng?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
John touched the bronze bullet on his chest and Helen's ring and continued, "The first time I saw you in that park, I had a faint feeling that you and I would have an unusual intersection."
Then, John laughed.
"Do you know? You were so stupid then, actually telling me your bullets were damp."
John's mood seemed to have eased a lot, "At the time, I thought, this guy is really a complete rookie, not even knowing how to hide his weaknesses. I just wanted to introduce you to a security job, let you earn a little, maybe to subsidize your household, after all, you were dressed like a beggar."
Pfft!
Zhang Jie felt as if an arrow had pierced his heart.
I'm not saying, big brother, can you not insult me like this?
I was already so down and out then, already embarrassing enough. Being able to walk to the Continental Hotel alive, not dying halfway, was already good luck.
Before Zhang Jie could answer, John continued, "Actually, the day I took you home, your behavior at home was exactly like Ling Feng's."
"For a moment, I even thought Ling Feng had returned, after all, you were both young and both Chinese."
Then, John sighed deeply, "But I know very well that Ling Feng can't come back; he's stayed in Blackthorn Castle forever."
"You both have the same talent, the same learning ability, except his talent is higher than yours, but you're also hardworking enough. Only you would train yourself so madly."
John seemed to have opened a floodgate, talking endlessly about many things between him and Zhang Jie, interspersed with some anecdotes between him and Ling Feng, and Helen.
It was only then that Zhang Jie realized that in John's heart, Helen and Ling Feng held almost equally important positions; he regarded Ling Feng as his family.
But as he spoke, topics about Zhang Jie became more and more frequent, and Ling Feng gradually became a blurred memory, as if receding with the backward-moving streetscape.
Zhang Jie then realized that John had actually paid him a lot of attention, ever since he started every mission, and many of the missions he received were tasks John had asked Veronica to assign him.
For his unpromising apprentice, John had really worried himself sick. He asked Marcus to protect Zhang Jie in Blackthorn Castle, and the subsequent missions were actually Veronica proactively contacting Zhang Jie.
And Veronica and John were actually fellow disciples, so she was happy to help him out.
So, the guy who sniped those team members in the castle was Marcus?
It was only then that Zhang Jie suddenly understood.
But just as he was about to say something, a sudden warning arose in his heart, an inexplicable sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body, a feeling of being unable to avoid or escape.
The crisis response was triggered at this moment!
But at this time, Zhang Jie was driving towards Czech, how could he avoid it?
He could only suddenly start turning the steering wheel.
John was bewildered, what happened? Did the car break down?
The black Volkswagen swerved rapidly in an S-shape on the road, attempting to interfere with the distant sniper.
Because on this highway, besides a sniper, who else could pose such a serious threat to Zhang Jie?
While driving, Zhang Jie quickly analyzed the situation, but there were no other cars around him, so he had no idea where this sense of threat was coming from.
"What's happening?" John had a bad feeling about Zhang Jie's sudden abnormality.
"I feel like I've been locked on by a sniper."
Zhang Jie quickly voiced his guess.
John, upon hearing this, did not take it as a joke from Zhang Jie. Instead, he seriously began to observe the surroundings, but it was night, and everything was pitch black.
Damn it, where is this threat coming from?
Just as the two were constantly observing their surroundings, the front windshield suddenly shattered.
At the crucial moment, Zhang Jie violently swerved the wheel, and then a spray of blood suddenly erupted from under his right ribs.
The intense pain almost made Zhang Jie faint, but Pain Tolerance allowed him to endure it for a while, driving the car directly off the highway.
It was only then that the feeling of crisis lifted.
When John saw a spray of blood erupt from Zhang Jie's abdomen, his eyes turned red.
The car crashed to the side of the road and stopped. At this moment, Zhang Jie suddenly said to John, "Don't worry, I'm not dead yet."
Zhang Jie performed a simple self-check. Although it hurt a lot, fortunately, his Pain Tolerance level was not low, and his medical level was also not low.
After a quick check, he found that he had not been directly hit by a bullet but had been grazed.
But even this graze was life-threatening.
"I need to find a place to stop the bleeding quickly, otherwise, I might really be done for."
Zhang Jie said with some difficulty.
The graze on his abdomen was bleeding heavily, but fortunately, the bleeding speed was not too fast. John directly tore off his shirt and then gave Zhang Jie a simple bandage, barely suppressing the bleeding.
John carefully carried Zhang Jie from the driver's seat and placed him in the back seat to lie down. Then, John drove the car off the highway and onto a small road below the highway.
At this time, there was no hospital in the middle of nowhere, and there was still a sniper watching from a distance.
Then, John, while driving, took out his phone, found the last number in his contacts, and dialed it.
"Hello? Carlos, I need your help!"
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