Looking at the two lifeless bodies on the kitchen floor, Johnny walked over and tore open their clothes, revealing the dagger piercing through their palms—the signature tattoo.
"Heh! The Mafia!"
Johnny couldn't help but sneer; the assassins sent were getting stronger and stronger.
But at the same time, he was also a little scared, because he had been somewhat careless.
Realizing this, Johnny immediately tidied up, thoroughly searched both bodies for all their magazines, went upstairs to find a backpack, and threw all their guns and bullets into it.
With a zip, he carried the bag of firearms out of the villa.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to make a call, "Daniel, do you know those cleanup crews?"
Daniel, who received Johnny's call in the middle of the night, sprang up from his bed like a carp, "Cleanup crew? Which kind are you talking about?"
"The kind that cleans up battlefields and crime scenes."
Johnny thought he had been quite subtle, but Daniel understood instantly.
"The cleanup crew specifically responsible for crime scenes, huh? Let me think, I do know one, but his fees are a bit high."
After Daniel's mind raced for a moment, he answered the question.
"A bit high? How high is 'a bit high'?"
Johnny was momentarily stunned; if it was too expensive, he wouldn't hire him. He couldn't squander money like that, even if he had it.
"5,000 usd per person."
Daniel quoted the price directly.
Hearing this price, Johnny was momentarily dazed, "Only 5,000 usd?"
It wasn't that he thought it was expensive, but rather that it seemed excessively cheap. After all, he had needed 10,000 usd to find William last time.
"Have him come to my place to clean up now. I'll give him 15,000 usd, but the condition is that the scene must also be restored."
Johnny stated his requirements directly.
Although he was indeed an assassin, the scene still needed to be cleaned up. After all, this was a villa he had rented, and any problems would be troublesome.
Spending a little money to clear up these subsequent troubles was a good thing for Johnny.
Hearing Johnny's generous offer, Daniel didn't hesitate. He hung up the phone and immediately called his cleanup crew friend.
"Hey, Renault, there's a job!"
The moment the call connected, Daniel eagerly informed his good friend.
Renault, however, was still a bit groggy, receiving a call in the middle of the night.
"Spit it out, hurry up. If you woke me up for no good reason, I'll take the wheels off your junk car tomorrow."
Renault's temper was clearly not very good.
"There's a job, two bodies to clean up, 15,000 usd. Are you in?" Daniel's voice came through the receiver, instantly dispelling Renault's drowsiness, and he became fully alert.
"How much? 15,000 usd? I didn't mishear, did I?"
Renault was a bit incredulous. As a cleanup crew, he was considered the lowest tier. His cleaning fee rarely exceeded 5,000 usd, and now two people could earn him 15,000 usd?
Which brain-dead client would insist on hiring him?
"Less talk, just tell me if you're taking it or not?"
Daniel's voice was a little impatient.
"Take it? Why wouldn't I? I love you so much, Bro!" Renault sprang out of bed.
Hearing Renault's excited voice through the receiver, Daniel smiled, "Then we can now discuss my employer's requirements. Besides cleaning up the bodies, the scene also needs to be cleaned."
"Of course, that's the most fundamental job of a cleanup crew!"
Renault patted his chest, guaranteeing it.
Subsequently, Daniel compiled the villa's address into a message and sent it to Renault.
He himself got dressed, got into his car, started his peugeot 406, and stepped on the gas, heading towards the villa. His important client was waiting for him to pick him up.
As Daniel drove his peugeot 406 towards the villa, he saw Johnny sitting by the roadside.
Johnny was sitting by the roadside with an FN57, vigilantly looking around, even though no more assassins had come.
When he saw the white peugeot 406, he let out a slight sigh of relief, then opened the door and got in, tossing the handbag he was carrying onto the back seat.
The sound of firearms clattering inside made Daniel raise an eyebrow, but he didn't say anything. He already knew what his patron did.
But none of that concerned him; speak less, do more, and just take the money. Why bother making things unpleasant for himself?
Moreover, such a straightforward client was rare.
Smart people know when to keep quiet, while fools know how to speak at inappropriate times.
After driving the car to the downtown area, Johnny received a message. Johnny glanced at it, then asked Daniel a question.
"Does your car do long-distance trips?"
"Oh, my dear guest, whether it does long-distance trips doesn't depend on me, but on whether my client gives me enough money."
Johnny smiled, took out a wad of usd from his jacket pocket, and tossed it forward, "Of course, that's what I wanted to say too."
Looking at the wad of usd thrown onto the passenger seat, Daniel's lips curved into a smile.
"So I believe, taking you to a more distant place is my basic duty."
To be honest, Daniel's playful manner wasn't particularly annoying; instead, it made him quite interesting.
And Johnny, as a minor local magnate, wasn't short of money at the moment, but he did need a decent mode of transport.
"Take me to Orleans."
Johnny's words almost made Daniel doubt his life.
From Marseille to Orleans, it was a journey of over 700 kilometers.
And his dear patron actually chose to take a taxi there. Such an answer surprised him, yet also seemed quite reasonable, as he couldn't carry his weapons whether he took a high-speed train or a plane.
"Of course, as you wish!"
Daniel naturally got excited, so he immediately turned the steering wheel and drove onto the highway.
The next few hours were tedious and uneventful, but Johnny still slept in the back seat for a night.
When he woke up, he found the car parked not far from a gas station, and Daniel was also asleep.
Driving through the night was exhausting, and even Daniel couldn't bear it, so for safety's sake, he chose to rest.
After Daniel woke up, the vehicle set off again.
Six hours later, he successfully delivered Johnny to Orleans.
After getting out of the car, Johnny rubbed his waist; long hours of sitting were indeed tiring. Looking at the grand cathedral before him, Johnny had no desire to go inside and look around.
After glancing at a message, Johnny walked in another direction.
Daniel naturally stayed put, as Johnny had booked him for the next few days' itinerary.
Across the street from the main cathedral in Orleans was a piano store. The address in the message on his phone was there, so Johnny walked straight over. As he pushed open the door and entered, piano music filled his ears.
At this moment, John was sitting at the piano, playing.
Johnny didn't disturb John after entering, but stood quietly to the side, listening to John play the piano.
As he played, John spoke, "This piece was composed by Helen and Ah Feng during her lifetime, but unfortunately, it was never completed."
Indeed, the piano music abruptly stopped the next moment. Although Johnny didn't understand music, he could tell if music was pleasant to listen to.
Some people make music with their hearts, just as some people make games with their feet, isn't that right?
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