The vehicle once again drove onto the highway, and Johnny was in the back seat fiddling with the black card the bartender had given him.
From the time he was at the bar until he left the bar and got into the car, Johnny actually didn't have time to figure out what this black card was.
Fortunately, he had time now, and he observed it for a bit.
This small card measured 85.7 mm (length) × 54 mm (width) × 12.7 mm (thickness), with a thickness equivalent to 16 credit cards stacked together, and a weight of only 198 grams.
It was a rectangular metal piece with rounded edges, its surface covered with high-strength aluminum alloy and treated with a hard-coat anodized finish, presenting a matte metallic gray or mirror-polished effect, cool and smooth to the touch.
It was engraved with "LIFECARD.22LR" and a Spartan wing logo, but the dense text might affect visual simplicity.
Johnny then realized that this black card was actually a folding Pistol.
So, he pushed the latch on the side of the grip forward with his thumb (a dual-sided design, operable with either hand), and with a slight "click" sound, the internal spring released the barrel restraint.
The trigger was completely enclosed by the grip, with no exposed moving parts. The folding lock was located on the side, requiring only a gentle push of the thumb to unlock.
The barrel rotated upwards 180° around the front end of the grip, automatically locking when unfolded. The entire process took < 2 seconds, with no additional safety steps (unfolding disengaged the safety).
Pulling the locking lever on the barrel's base backward lifted the rear of the barrel, exposing the chamber, allowing one.22LR bullet to be manually loaded. There was no automatic feeding mechanism. Pressing the barrel back completed the lock.
When unfolded, the total length was about 15-18 cm, with the barrel and grip forming a 90° right angle, resembling a miniature "L" structure.
The barrel was made of 4140 steel, and the grip was an aluminum alloy frame, with reinforced hinges and locking pins visible at the connection points.
There were no traditional sights, only a V-shaped groove on top of the barrel serving as a daily aiming line, suitable for close-range Shooting within 5 meters.
The advantage was its extremely light weight. Although the rectangular grip lacked ergonomic curves, its small size allowed the palm to fully enclose it, and the rounded edges prevented any cutting sensation.
The disadvantage was that the grip surface was smooth without anti-slip textures, which might cause it to slip when the palm was prone to sweating.
The trigger was single-action, with a short travel and light pull of about 2.5 pounds, but the firing pin's forward rush vibration was noticeable at the moment of firing, potentially interfering with aiming.
The steel barrel featured a dark nitrided coating, making it wear-resistant and corrosion-resistant, with a cool gray metallic luster in sunlight.
Johnny hadn't expected that the bartender would actually give him a Pistol?
He pressed the chamber release button, and the chamber opened in a V-shape, revealing a.22 caliber bullet already loaded inside.
However, he had to admit, this thing was much better than his backup Pistol, the P365.
Because it was smaller, more conducive to concealment and carrying, but it only had one round, and the magazine capacity was very concerning.
He folded the gun and put it back in his pocket.
As for accidental discharge, that was impossible; as long as the bolt was not pulled back, there was no possibility of accidental discharge.
He picked up his phone and started scrolling through his Facebook feed.
He scrolled down several times, and most of what he saw was from Michael. This guy, for some unknown reason, had been posting strange comments lately.
"Oh, God, I'm just a bodyguard, not your babysitter."
"If I am guilty, let the law judge me, but do not let idiots harass me."
Looking at these posts, Johnny smiled knowingly; this was very Michael.
Then Johnny started chatting with Michael; he hadn't talked to him in a long time.
"Night Owl: What's up? Has our big bodyguard run into any trouble lately?"
"3A Professional Bodyguard Online Anytime: Oh, oh, who is this?"
"3A Professional Bodyguard Online Anytime: Wait? Is this Zhang?"
"Hey! How did you get such a cool name for yourself? Damn it! I want one too!"
Just like that, the two of them chatted back and forth. It was then that Johnny learned that Michael was currently on a bodyguard mission in Africa.
He complained frantically about the African gorillas, saying they were like idiots, annoying him to death, and that his bodyguard team and he were all being tortured to their limits.
Johnny, on the other hand, told him that he had been on vacation in Europe recently and was currently in France.
"Oh, that's too bad. By the time I get back, it will be 5 days from now. I don't know if you'll still be in France."
To this, Johnny could only offer him a little comfort, as everyone being busy was the norm of life.
After chatting for a while, Johnny finally turned off his phone screen, feeling a bit tired from the conversation.
The scenery outside the window was still rapidly receding, and the peugeot 406 was getting closer and closer to Basel.
In reality, the place Johnny was going was not Basel, but a church in the suburbs of Basel.
The scene shifted to Eggsy. After leaving the bar, he immediately got into a car and drove in another direction.
Before long, he got out of the car at the Eiffel Tower and then got into another car.
"You're two minutes late, Eggsy!"
After getting into the car, Eggsy saw Harry and Merlin looking at him from inside the compartment.
"Oh, I ran into a special situation. I'm very sorry."
Eggsy spread his hands, then told Harry, "I just met Night Owl."
"Night Owl? What is he doing in Paris?"
He wasn't surprised that Johnny was in Paris, after all, he was an assassin, and traveling globally was a normal thing for him. However, he was a bit puzzled that Eggsy had coincidentally met Johnny.
"He seems to have a mission, but I'm not sure about the specifics."
Eggsy shrugged, as he hadn't managed to find out Johnny's mission information either.
Meanwhile, Merlin, who was operating a computer screen, suddenly turned to Harry and said, "We've found the killer of Lancelot."
Hearing this, Harry immediately turned and went to Merlin's side. "Who is it?"
Merlin's hands rapidly typed on the keyboard, pulling up all the information.
"Blade Woman, Gazelle, Richmond Valentine's attendant and bodyguard."
Merlin quickly filtered out all useless information, extracting the core details and telling them to Harry.
"Their next stop is a church in the suburbs of Basel."
After hearing Merlin's news, Harry made a decision. He placed his right hand on Merlin, then turned to look at Eggsy.
"The next mission will be completed by you, Eggsy, in cooperation with Merlin. I will go to this place in Basel to check it out."
Harry quickly made the arrangements.
Eggsy immediately expressed, "I want to go too!"
But Harry shook his head, "This mission is also very important. With you and Merlin working together, I'll go and be back soon."
Merlin said nothing, only gathered all the information and sent it to Harry, where it displayed on Harry's glasses.
Harry nodded and then got out of the car, leaving Eggsy and Merlin.
"That's the killer who took down Lancelot. Can Harry do it alone?" Eggsy asked with some concern.
"Don't worry, he's the strongest among the Knights of the Round Table, the ace of aces! There's nothing he can't handle."
Clearly, Merlin had great confidence in Harry's overall strength, and it wasn't the first time Harry had undertaken a mission alone. He reassured Eggsy to focus on completing their mission.
"Although I've made great progress, facing an enemy who could kill Lancelot, indeed... Harry's choice is correct."
Eggsy was well aware that his abilities were not yet sufficient.
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