After getting off the highway, John kept moving between places with cover.
Judging from where the car window was shot, that position should be the front left, so they were currently on the lower right side of the highway, temporarily avoiding the sniper's line of sight.
But what he couldn't figure out was who would attack them at this time.
Meanwhile, Zhang Jie, lying behind him, began to turn pale, large beads of cold sweat constantly dripping, and the continuous blood loss made his body feel cold.
Mainly, the pain was making him almost faint.
He constantly adjusted his breathing, lowering his heart rate to the minimum to reduce the speed of blood loss.
John was anxiously making a phone call, "Carlos, I need your help!"
Carlos, on the other end of the line, was quite surprised to hear John's anxious voice; he knew that this guy always remained calm even in the face of imminent collapse, so his current anxiety clearly indicated that something major had happened.
"Where are you?"
His reply was concise, but it greatly eased John's anxious mood.
John looked around and saw a fleeting road sign, "Just arrived in Usti!"
"Good, it will take about 1 hour to get here from your location, I'll send you the address."
With that, the call was hung up.
Soon, John's phone lit up; he glanced at what Carlos had sent, then tapped the navigation, and slammed his foot on the accelerator.
In the back seat, Zhang Jie was enduring waves of stabbing pain from his wound, which eventually became somewhat numb, and as he looked at the car ceiling, he felt a sense of disorientation, along with a feeling of his vision darkening.
"Hold on, Zhang Jie!"
Turning his head to look at Zhang Jie lying in the back seat, and his hand still bleeding as he covered the wound, John also felt a pang of distress.
This guy seemed to cause more trouble than Ling Feng!
Damn it, why are all the apprentices I take in so strange?
However, he didn't delay, pressing the accelerator almost to the floor; the black Volkswagen tore through the darkness, speeding on the road.
Fortunately, there were no impromptu inspections today, so they passed from Germany into Czech without any checks, and despite the high-speed drive, no police followed, indicating that their luck was pretty good today.
An hour later, John finally sped to the location Carlos had sent, and Carlos himself was already waiting by the roadside.
The black Volkswagen drifted to a stop, just 5 centimeters from Carlos; another 5 centimeters forward, and Carlos would have been plastered against the wall.
"Anyone who didn't know would think you came to me for a reason, wanting to get rid of me..." Carlos grumbled.
Then he looked at the back seat, and in the light, he saw a person lying there.
"Another apprentice?"
He pulled open the car door and glanced inside, then spoke to John, who was getting out of the driver's seat; at this point, Zhang Jie was already about to roll his eyes, the bumpy ride making him feel like he could leave this beautiful world at any moment.
Carlos directly pulled Zhang Jie's hand away, tore off the cloth wrapped around the wound, and then poked around the edge of the wound with his hand.
"Hiss~!"
The sudden pain pierced his brain, and Zhang Jie felt he could hold on a little longer.
"Motherf... F*ck!!?? I think I can still be saved!"
It really hurt like hell; although the bullet hadn't penetrated his abdomen, even a mere graze had caused a severe laceration below his waist.
This was one of the reasons for his excessive blood loss.
"Hmm, he can still scream, so it doesn't seem too serious after all." Seeing Zhang Jie's pained cries and twisted expression, Carlos nodded with satisfaction, then wiped his bloodied hand on Zhang Jie's clothes.
John, standing nearby, felt his mouth twitch, "Carlos, your medical methods seem as crude and sloppy as ever."
"But they're effective, aren't they?"
After seeing Zhang Jie, who had seemed on the verge of death, suddenly show signs of recovery, John could only say, "He's a damn miracle doctor!"
Finally, the two lifted Zhang Jie out, disregarding the pain this process caused him, and amid Zhang Jie's screams of pain, pain, pain, they carried him into Carlos's house.
They stripped Zhang Jie naked, then threw him into the bathtub, which contained a specially formulated medicinal liquid.
Once the liquid in the bathtub covered Zhang Jie's body, leaving only his head exposed, he then poured the special wax, which was being heated nearby, into the bathtub.
However, at this point, Zhang Jie, who had already fainted from the torment of pain and blood loss, could no longer feel the scalding wax on his face.
Looking at the peacefully sleeping 'good boy,' the two went to Carlos's living room and sat on the sofa.
"Is everything resolved?"
He was also aware of the bounty Wolfgang had issued, and this pursuit had been canceled in less than 3 days.
"Yes."
A single-word reply, yet it contained a myriad of hardships, but Carlos understood.
This feeling of being hunted was not unfamiliar to him.
"To be honest, Ling Feng was really a pity; back then, he almost learned my marksmanship." Carlos said with some emotion, as if the scene of teaching Ling Feng marksmanship was still vivid in his mind, seeming not long ago.
"Yes, his talent was unmatched." John also sighed with emotion.
"Including him?" Carlos looked back at Zhang Jie, who was still lying peacefully in the bathtub.
John's gaze went over Carlos's shoulder to the bathtub behind, a smile playing on his lips, "He's still far from it, but he's similar to Ling Feng, yet completely different."
"High praise."
Carlos rarely saw John praise someone so much; it seemed John was very satisfied with this second apprentice of his.
As it was their first meeting, and his current situation was special, Carlos didn't know much about this second apprentice, Zhang Jie.
"Highly talented and hardworking enough, but also a miser, and very loyal and righteous."
John's single sentence summarized his assessment of Zhang Jie, and it also made Carlos understand what kind of person this individual, who could make John anxious, was.
"Then I must congratulate you." Carlos said sincerely.
"By the way, how are you doing now? I remember when you left the Brotherhood, they issued an endless pursuit order against you."
John asked about Carlos's recent situation.
"Things aren't good; they've targeted my son, Wesley. I had wanted him to live a normal life, but I didn't expect him to eventually get dragged into my troubles." Speaking of this, Carlos also looked depressed; now that Wesley was in their hands, he felt somewhat constrained.
On one hand, he didn't want his son, Wesley, to follow the same path as him, but on the other hand, he also hoped his son wouldn't be as useless as he used to be.
Hearing Carlos say this, John understood, so he patted Carlos's shoulder, "We're good brothers; if you need anything, just say it, whether it's me or him."
As he spoke, John glanced at Zhang Jie lying in the bathtub.
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