Dim bars always give people a hint of confusion, indulgence, and the release of their desires.
The soothing music makes people instinctively relax all their guard, only enjoying the present happiness.
Flickering lights of various colors occasionally landed on different people; some were drinking in silence, some were in high spirits, and some were just looking to pick up a man or a woman.
At this moment, a man sat in a booth, holding a glass of iced beer, and took a big gulp.
"I remember you didn't like to drink."
After the woman walked in, she sat directly on the right side of the booth, a wisp of blue smoke rising from the thin cigarette between her fingers.
Her open white shirt had two buttons undone, the snowy skin below her collarbone gleamed with an inexplicable luster in the light, a bodycon black skirt hugged her waist and hip curves, and the faint lace pattern at the seam of her stockings flickered on and off with the rhythm of her red high heel tapping the glass.
When she brushed her golden hair behind her shoulder, a beam of light happened to hit the diamond on her earlobe, making it burst with dazzling cold light.
The faint scent of perfume, not yet faded, lingered on her swan-like neck, slowly spreading, mixing with a dangerous aura that pierced into people's hearts.
Yet, despite such a domineering and seductive woman sitting in front of him, the man remained completely unmoved, and even showed a hint of wariness.
"Because of your intelligence, almost everyone in my squad died!"
The man's tone was not as furious as one might expect; instead, it was very calm, as if turbulent undercurrents were hidden beneath a tranquil sea.
The woman raised her eyes, looked at the man, and then smiled.
"I thought it was something much bigger. Just this." The woman looked at him, then flicked the cigarette in her hand.
"Can't even deal with a rookie, you're really damaging your reputation as 'Black Bear'!"
Bang!
The glass in his hand was slammed heavily onto the table in front of him, the impact causing the liquid inside to splash out.
"Lisa, I'm warning you, it was your intelligence error that caused the deaths of my subordinates, my brothers. Don't think for a second that I wouldn't dare touch you!"
This man was Jackson, who survived the abandoned factory in Chicago, and he was also the captain of the mercenary squad known as "Black Bear."
Unfortunately, all that was in the past, because the Black Bear squad had been completely wiped out, with only the captain surviving, and the other two injured members were unable to form a cohesive team.
It could be said that it was due to Lisa providing incorrect intelligence, or it could be attributed to his underestimation of the enemy.
But what was undeniable was that the tactics of those three guys were simply unheard of, surprisingly effective and efficient.
And the culprit behind all this was not the target they were pursuing, but the woman in front of him; she seemed indifferent to everything, completely unconcerned.
Yet, he had no way to act against her.
The woman slightly raised her eyelids, glanced at Jackson, then stood up, "If you only came to me to talk about this, then I'm sorry, I can't help you."
After speaking, she turned and walked away.
But what she didn't notice was that the moment she turned around, a cold glint flashed in Jackson's eyes.
"Qian Mian, you just wait, this matter won't pass so easily!"
...At 9:50 PM, a light blue private jet slowly landed at New York International Airport.
The cabin door opened, and twelve people streamed out, each with a stern expression, no emotion, and carrying a tactical backpack.
The burly man leading them glanced at his watch, a cold smile playing on his lips, and then the group boarded a shuttle bus and left the airport.
Meanwhile, a Boeing 747 passenger plane slowly descending also landed at Terminal 2, and as the broadcast continued to sound, a woman dressed in a black leather jacket, wearing high heels, and with her hair tied in a ponytail, slowly walked out of the waiting area.
Her long brown hair swayed from side to side behind her, and her gaze seemed not to be surveying any of the people or things around her.
She stopped just as she and the twelve men who had just gotten off the shuttle bus were about to meet.
At the same time, the first burly man among the twelve men also stopped, and the other eleven people stopped simultaneously.
His gaunt face was sharply chiseled, his grey-blue eyes fixed on the woman, and the faint, almost imperceptible cold smile on his lips seemed capable of instantly transforming elegance into a deadly sense of oppression.
He slightly parted his lips and silently uttered a sentence.
The woman said nothing; she knew this was a challenge from the other party, and it also meant that their competition had officially begun.
The woman, who resembled Anne Hathaway, continued to walk out, took out her phone, and made a call.
"I've arrived. Where's the target?"
...At this moment, Zhang Jie was still battling the hotpot in front of him, intensely spicy and exhilarating, every taste bud seemed to explode, while also emitting a scorching heat.
His tongue's pain receptors were in full swing, and beads of sweat continuously dripped from his forehead.
He hadn't felt such an invigorating sensation in a long time, as if all the pores on his body had opened up.
The girl who had been sitting opposite him earlier hadn't left; instead, she was staring intently at him.
Having eaten and drunk his fill, Zhang Jie grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth, then chugged a large glass of iced cola before looking at her.
"Hiss~ Ha!"
"It's not that I'm saying anything, but why are you sitting here? You've been staring at me for over half an hour. If you have something to say, just say it. If you say you've mistaken me for someone else, I can understand."
Zhang Jie truly didn't understand why this Asian girl sat down here and wouldn't leave. What, did her butt grow roots?
The girl just stared blankly at Zhang Jie, not speaking. When Zhang Jie asked her, she immediately frowned and sniffed.
"You don't recognize me?"
The girl's words instantly made Zhang Jie's mind explode. What was going on?
The girl's expression, demeanor, and words clearly indicated she knew him, but he had no recollection of this girl whatsoever.
There was nothing he could do; he hadn't inherited any of the original owner's memories, not even scattered fragments related to this girl.
"Hiss~ Ha!"
"Uh..." Zhang Jie suddenly felt a bit like scratching his head, "Excuse me, who are you?"
In an instant, countless excuses flashed through his mind, but in the end, he only managed to utter this one sentence, which was blunt but practical.
Seeing that Zhang Jie had no idea who she was, the girl immediately looked wronged, as if she was about to cry.
"Stop! I'm telling you, that kind of act won't work with me." Seeing the girl about to cry, Zhang Jie immediately called a halt, stopping her next move.
The girl was also stunned; it was the first time anyone had spoken to her like that.
"You really don't recognize me, benefactor?"
The girl's words immediately left Zhang Jie a bit bewildered.
Benefactor?
What a rare word; he hadn't heard those two Chinese characters in this life or his previous one, they were utterly unfamiliar.
"So, can you tell me who you are now?"
The girl's short sentence contained a huge amount of information, impacting Zhang Jie's mind, which was almost overwhelmed by the spiciness.
But he still couldn't recall what connection he had with this Asian girl.
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