Johnny had no intention of becoming a close-combat expert like Tom, so learning about the promotion battle and practicing boxing was only to compensate for his shortcomings. In fact, Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do was indeed very suitable for him.
After making up for his last shortcoming, Johnny felt incredibly strong now.
Of course, he still needed to strengthen his practice when he had time, as close-quarters combat could also be useful, but Johnny trusted the Pistol in his hand more.
After bidding farewell to Tom, Johnny returned alone. Walking on the streets of New York, he felt a bit emotional.
His injuries were still throbbing, but fortunately, they were not serious because he had already been checked at the Continental Hotel. His bones were slightly cracked but not broken.
Even the doctor marveled at Johnny's strong physique, noting that it was a miracle his ribs hadn't fractured after such an impact.
Johnny naturally wouldn't tell him that it was caused by boxing, and the doctor's judgment was that he had been hit by a car.
Looking at the medicine in his hand, Johnny sighed softly. Twenty thousand US dollars had just slipped away so easily.
Luckily, he wasn't short on money now, otherwise, it would really sting.
Around 8 PM, Johnny walked along the road, swaying slightly, carrying a bag. He looked suspicious no matter how you saw him.
However, no one foolish enough would proactively provoke Johnny or cause him trouble.
After returning to Brooklyn, Johnny continued walking towards his home. But as he passed a yard, he saw an old man climb out of a house, looking hurried.
Johnny's footsteps paused, and the old man quickly ran towards him, occasionally looking back.
Johnny ignored him and continued walking forward.
The next moment.
"Ow!"
The old man screamed, and Johnny also grimaced in pain.
"I said, can you please look where you're going? Can't you see a person this big?"
Johnny was quite speechless, rubbing the spot where he was hit. That place happened to be where his ribs were cracked, and it really hurt.
But Johnny hadn't even cried out in pain yet, and the other party started yelping.
"Hey! Why aren't you looking where you're walking? You hit me, okay?!"
The old man immediately tried to shift the blame, and Johnny glared at him. At this moment, there was still some blood on his face that hadn't been cleaned, and he looked quite fierce.
Stared at by Johnny, the old man immediately didn't dare to speak, but the next second, he stiffened his neck again and looked at Johnny.
"Holy shit! Don't think that just because you're taller and stronger than me, I won't speak up. I'm an old man, a healthy old man!"
Watching the old man gesticulate in front of him, Johnny didn't even want to bother with him, turning directly and continuing to walk forward.
Seeing that Johnny had no intention of making things difficult for him, the old man thought for a moment and didn't follow. He looked again in the direction he had come from, then continued walking forward.
He kept muttering and cursing as he walked, "This guy really is something. I'll definitely have a good talk with Carl about this later."
"Bastard..."
Johnny, who had already walked far away, didn't care what the old man was muttering about. He just wanted to go back quickly. After walking for so long, to be honest, he was really tired, and he even took a taxi for a while midway.
Just as he was about to reach the Killers Home, a police siren sounded behind him. He turned his head and his brows furrowed.
Then, the police car slowly stopped, the door opened, and a young man got out of the car and walked towards Johnny.
He had both hands on his waist, approaching Johnny unhurriedly.
Johnny was also wondering what this guy wanted, but when he clearly saw the police officer's face under the streetlamp, memories began to resurface.
"Carl?"
Johnny was a little uncertain.
The Carl in his memory was completely different from how he looked now.
The Carl in his memory was a troubled youth, involved in the underworld, and he and the original owner had interactions. He often provided the original owner with some intelligence or small tasks.
But now, Carl stood in front of Johnny, dressed as a police officer, driving a police car, and with a Pistol tucked into his waist.
This was very wrong, wasn't it?
"Surprised, aren't you?"
Carl proudly spun around in front of Johnny, then looked at the medicine in his hand, frowning, "You're injured?"
Johnny glanced at the medicine in his hand and shrugged. The pain made him wince again, "Just a minor injury, nothing serious."
Speaking of which, the two hadn't seen each other for almost a year, so their impressions of each other were still of down-and-out hoodlums.
Compared to the original owner, Carl was more astute, so he always managed to win the favor of many people.
Johnny waved his hand, "It's you, though, who's changed a lot. How did you become a police officer?"
This was one of the points Johnny was very curious about.
"Hey, don't even get me started. A year ago..."
As the two men sat on the hood of the police car, Carl began to recount his experiences during this period.
Carl's journey to becoming a police officer was a challenging and growth-filled process. Due to his family background and educational issues, he once believed he had no future, even accepting a fast-food job.
However, he yearned for change deep down and eventually decided to apply to military school, which was five days after Johnny's soul transmigration.
He had also come to look for Johnny, but Johnny was not home.
Despite his family's worries and his own insufficient preparation, he firmly pursued this goal.
In military school, Carl underwent rigorous training and numerous challenges in his personal life.
His mother's death, his girlfriend's attempt to stop him from joining the army, and setbacks during training did not shake his resolve.
He performed excellently in training, often completing tasks before other team members, demonstrating his perseverance and ability.
He worked as an undercover agent in the Sanitation Department for six months, successfully obtaining inside information about the department's corruption.
He provided this information to his police superior, becoming a police witness to testify against the head of the Sanitation Department, paving the way for his future.
Although Carl did not fully meet the age and academic requirements, his perfect scores in other areas and courageous performance earned him recognition from his superiors.
He was thus exceptionally admitted to the police academy, beginning his formal training to become a police officer. Through his unremitting efforts, Carl completed his training at the police academy and officially became a police officer.
"As you can see now, I am now a genuine police officer."
Carl was triumphant, even elbowing Johnny with his right hand, but his expression quickly froze.
Because the touch just now felt wrong.
He reached out and touched Johnny's left chest, confirming again that it was a gun.
Carl looked at Johnny, then he suddenly pulled open Johnny's suit and saw the FN57 tucked under his armpit, "So, in the end, you still entered the assassin's trade."
"Of course, because I have to survive, don't I?"
Carl said nothing in response to Johnny's explanation, only patting Johnny's shoulder. He also knew how difficult these past years had been for this guy, but fortunately, he had pulled through.
Johnny suddenly laughed, "Alright, don't get so sentimental. We're both still alive, aren't we?"
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