Looking at Simmons, who had raised her Pistol and aimed it at him, Wesley was at a loss for words.
Even though he had a suspicion in that instant, he still felt a sense of bitterness.
"My name appeared too?"
Simmons remained silent, just staring at Wesley.
In that instant, the entire carriage fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the rustling sound of pebbles rolling down the cliffside continuously echoing inside the carriage.
At this point, Wesley and Carlos were on one of the carriage windows, in the front third of this section, Simmons was in the middle third, and Zhang Jie and John were in the back third.
The front and rear passages were completely jammed by the cliffs on both sides, and the entire carriage was wedged sideways between the cliffs.
"Don't trust Sloan; this was all his design to make you get rid of me, my child."
Carlos spoke these words with difficulty; he had also sustained serious injuries when the carriage crashed, and his internal organs were in agony.
He had just managed to save his son, only to be shot in the chest by him; even with the bulletproof vest, the impact of that bullet still caused him great discomfort.
Hearing this, Wesley turned to look at Simmons.
Perhaps seeing that this person had no chance of escape, Simmons could only nod.
"Yes, the person who died earlier was not your father," Simmons's gaze seemed to shift slightly, "The reason we found you and trained you was to make the Fraternity helpless against you."
This was Sloan's ultimate venomous scheme: a tiger wouldn't eat its own cub, let alone Carlos, who had been secretly protecting Wesley.
To instill false memories in Wesley, brainwashing him to create a situation where father and son would kill each other—this was what Sloan wanted.
Finally, Simmons was meant to terminate Carlos, a perfect plan, but a flaw appeared due to Zhang Jie's presence.
Wesley's face was filled with disbelief.
"Time to say goodbye, rookie." Simmons was about to pull the trigger.
Wesley and Carlos, however, simultaneously pulled their triggers, as their gun barrels were precisely aimed at the carriage window beneath them.
Bang! Bang!
Two gunshots rang out, the carriage window instantly shattered, and Carlos and Wesley simultaneously fell through the broken glass.
At the same time, Simmons also fired, but the bullet only grazed Wesley's scalp and shot into the opposite seat.
Watching the two disappear from her sight, Simmons ran forward a few steps but found that they had already fallen into the water flow in the canyon below.
Falling from such a height, they were likely dead, especially since the other guy was also severely wounded, as Simmons had personally seen him shot in the chest.
Only then did Simmons turn her head to look at Zhang Jie and John.
"So... you live at the Old Lady's house?"
Facing the two assassins, Zhang Jie and John, Simmons seemed not to be flustered at all.
Instead, Zhang Jie felt a little apprehensive, because this crazy woman's strength was definitely greater than those three guys, and now there was no cover to protect them.
He could only answer truthfully, "Yes, I'm currently living in Schneider's apartment; she mentioned you to me."
Simmons's reply, however, left him a bit confused, "So you've also met my sister?"
Uh... more than just met, I even fought her!
Of course, Zhang Jie didn't plan to say that, but looking at Simmons's somewhat strange gaze, he just nodded.
"Anna, Hill, Hanna—you've met them too?"
Simmons casually sat down, looking at Zhang Jie and John.
"Hanna, I know who she is; the Old Lady often talks about her. But Anna and Hill, including Hanna, I haven't met them," Zhang Jie said honestly.
He just hadn't expected that besides Max, Simmons, and Hanna, there were also Anna and Hill.
This Old Lady is something; she has five granddaughters?
Hearing Zhang Jie's words, the vigilance in Simmons's eyes dissipated considerably, and then she casually waved her hand, "I'm tired; you two can go. Just pretend I didn't see you today."
As she said this, Simmons's gaze was actually fixed on John, who was behind Zhang Jie.
Was it because John posed the highest threat?
Zhang Jie looked around; both ends of the carriage were blocked. Above was the cliff, and climbing up there wasn't realistic, but below was the rushing river in the canyon.
Damn it, how do we get out?
At this moment, Zhang Jie looked through the carriage window beneath his feet at the rushing river below, and he felt a chill in his heart.
But just then, Simmons suddenly raised her hand and fired a shot.
Bang!
The window beneath his feet instantly shattered.
"F*ck... you! Simmons!!!"
Zhang Jie only had time to curse angrily before falling downwards, leaving only Simmons and John in the carriage.
The echo of Zhang Jie's angry curse still lingered in the air, and neither of the two in the carriage spoke, just quietly looking at each other.
After a long while, Simmons slowly said, "Long time no see."
There was another period of silence; neither of them spoke.
"It has been a long time..." John had not spoken since he and Zhang Jie stepped into this carriage and saw Simmons, maintaining his silence.
Only now did he utter this single sentence.
"How is Hill?"
John's voice, as he asked this question, trembled slightly, but he suppressed it.
"You should ask her yourself, not me." Simmons was expressionless, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.
John didn't speak, just let out a soft sigh.
"I'm very sorry." With that, John directly fired a shot at his feet.
Bang!
During the fall, he just watched, staring straight at Simmons, until in an instant, Simmons disappeared from his sight.
Looking at the empty carriage, with only herself left, Simmons suddenly let out a chuckle.
Combined with the bloodstains on her forehead and the corners of her eyes, she had the aura of a beautiful, deranged woman.
Although her assassination mission had failed, she didn't seem very surprised. As for chasing them to kill, she didn't have that intention for now.
After all, she had a bit of affection for Wesley; after several months of special training, being together constantly, some special emotions would inevitably develop.
She just hadn't expected to meet her grandmother's tenant, and even less to meet John.
"You Old Lady, you really are something~"
Simmons chuckled and said that, the complex emotions in her words instantly filling the entire carriage.
The scene shifts back to Zhang Jie. A few seconds after falling from the carriage, he plunged directly into the river below. The icy river water instantly sobered him up, and he quickly swam towards the surface.
Surfacing, Zhang Jie immediately cursed loudly, "Don't eat pickled radishes! Holy sh*t! You little b*tch, you actually ambushed me! And here I was thinking of saving you!"
Immediately after, another loud "Plop!" was heard not far away, and water splashed everywhere.
Soon after, John also surfaced.
After exchanging glances, the two drifted downstream with the current. After floating for a long distance, they spotted a speedboat docked in a calmer area.
Carlos and an old man were talking about something on the speedboat.
Wesley was lying there, seemingly unconscious.
After Zhang Jie and John exchanged glances, they swam towards the speedboat.
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