"Hey! Zhang!!!"
Zhang Jie, who was walking ahead, suddenly felt all the hairs on his body stand on end.
It was the first time he had heard Kincaid's voice sound so shrill.
The few of them turned their heads and saw Kincaid running over, holding his phone in his left hand and a gun in his right, crying as he ran.
"Zhang, you have to help me, my wife has been abducted by someone else." Kincaid was all snot and tears.
Zhang Jie: ?
Yinyang: ??
Jensen: ???
Caesar: "What does it have to do with us if your wife was abducted by someone else? Why don't you go chase her!"
Caesar's mind worked faster, and he immediately pointed out the crux of the problem.
"It's Aristotle, he kidnapped my wife." Kincaid quickly explained the situation to Zhang Jie.
Just like that, after quickly packing their firearms, the few of them headed towards the art museum with their bags to meet up with Michael, who was waiting there.
Half an hour later, Zhang Jie, who finally understood everything, was a little exasperated.
"So that silver briefcase contains all the data nodes for all of Europe, right?"
Zhang Jie summarized.
"Yes, Aristotle plans to paralyze all of Europe's power systems," Michael immediately added.
"Wow! Damn it, you've said it all, what am I supposed to say?" Kincaid rubbed his bald head.
"Shut up!"
Zhang Jie and Michael said simultaneously.
Zhang Jie told Kincaid to shut up because Michael, being a chatterbox, was enough; he could explain things clearly, and if Kincaid were added, he would be annoyed to death. Those two together were louder than 5000 ducks.
Michael told Kincaid to shut up because nothing good ever came out of Kincaid's mouth.
"OK, OK, all right! As long as you're happy."
Kincaid made a zipping motion over his mouth with his hand and fell silent.
Following that, Michael relayed all known information to Zhang Jie.
"Shall we depart then?"
Zhang Jie looked at Jensen, Yinyang, and Caesar.
Seeing the eagerness in the eyes of the three, Zhang Jie nodded, "Alright, the 'Baldy Chases Wife' plan begins."
"Correction, it's Kincaid's plan to get his little darling wife, Sophia, back, motherfucker!" Kincaid made a small correction.
But no one paid him any attention; everyone was checking their weapons.
However, after the previous small battle, everyone's weapons needed ammunition replenishment.
This was no problem for Zhang Jie; he was flush with cash now.
Under Kincaid's introduction, they went to a black market gun shop to replenish their ammunition.
But, it must be said, the owner there certainly gave Kincaid face, at least offering an 80% discount.
Subsequently, the six people got into the car, preparing to go to Aristotle's residence, but none of them knew where Aristotle lived.
After getting in the car, Michael suggested going to his father's house. As a legendary veteran bodyguard in Europe, he would surely know the answer.
So the car changed its direction.
A few hours later, the car drove into a private small estate, which was Michael's Father's residence.
Their arrival did not surprise Michael's Father; instead, Kincaid looked at Michael's Father with a shocked expression.
"What? Your father is a big black man? How did he give birth to a white pig like you?"
Kincaid's astonishment was no less than if his brother's sister-in-law was with his brother, and at the same time his brother was with his sister, and then his sister was with his brother's sister-in-law's husband.
Hearing Kincaid's rather impolite question, Michael turned around, suppressed his urge to swear, then took a deep breath, and said to Kincaid, "This is my adoptive father. I never said my father had to be my biological father."
Zhang Jie stood behind them, silently observing everything.
Caesar, Jensen, and Yinyang remained silent.
On this point, the three of them had an astonishing tacit understanding.
Even Caesar, the most talkative, maintained a rare silence at this moment.
And Michael's Father, this legendary black bodyguard, merely swept his gaze over them and understood their information completely.
Subsequently, led by his father, the group arrived at the manor's living room. After Michael's Father listened to Michael's account, Michael's Father pondered for a moment.
"You need me to provide Aristotle's residence, right?" he asked casually.
"Of course! We are preparing to save all of Europe," Michael said as if it were a matter of course.
Kincaid smiled and said nothing.
Then, Michael's Father nodded, took out a piece of paper, wrote down two addresses, and handed them to Michael.
"You can go to the safe house to prepare first, and then go to this address." Then, he looked up at everyone, "Is anyone hungry now?"
Kincaid was the first to raise his hand, "Me, I'm hungry. If I don't eat soon, I'll starve to death."
Michael's Father raised an eyebrow, then looked at the others.
Zhang Jie and the others also nodded; clearly, the fatigue from the journey indeed required some energy replenishment.
Subsequently, the six of them enjoyed a delicious meal at Michael's Father's manor. As for whether there was poison, please, everyone present was a professional; how could they be afraid of such a thing?
After dinner, Michael's Father clapped his hands, and the servants brought several blue ice creams to everyone.
"Dessert after the meal, I think you might need it."
But Michael, looking at the blue ice cream in front of him, his face turned rather unpleasant, and then he rushed out.
Seeing this, Kincaid also followed him out.
Zhang Jie patted Yinyang's shoulder and also followed them out.
Afterward, Zhang Jie and Kincaid watched Michael sitting on a wooden stump in despair behind the manor.
"What happened? Feeling unwell?" Kincaid asked, his tone unusually gentle.
Michael did not look up, just kept staring at the ground.
"You don't seem to be in a very good mood. Tell us about it," Zhang Jie said consolingly.
After a moment of hesitation, Michael slowly began to speak.
"Blue ice cream is the shadow of my entire life."
Saying that, Michael recounted his childhood story.
One sunny afternoon, his mother took him to an amusement park, and midway through, he wanted to eat ice cream.
Just as he was standing in front of the ice cream cabinet, debating which flavor to choose, an accident occurred on the Ferris wheel, which directly resulted in his mother's immediate death.
From then on, he never ate ice cream again, especially blue ice cream.
After hearing Michael's account, Kincaid's expression also softened considerably, which was rare.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was something like that. But your experience is quite similar to mine, so there's no need to be so sad after taking revenge, even though I did avenge my father."
Kincaid was clearly not someone who was good at comforting others.
Zhang Jie raised an eyebrow, then patted Michael's shoulder, "The dead cannot be brought back to life, and the past cannot be redone. Cherishing the present and looking forward is what you should do, isn't it?"
After hearing Zhang Jie's words, Michael looked up and said to Zhang Jie very seriously, "Sometimes I truly wonder, are you a philosopher, or a cold-blooded killer?"
Zhang Jie merely patted his shoulder, "This is the accumulation of 5000 years of Chinese living wisdom."
With that, he turned and left, giving Michael some space.
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