There were no extra guards at the door, but a medical gas outlet and emergency call panel, noticeably more complex than those in other patient rooms, were installed on the adjacent wall.
Above the doorknob, the red indicator light of an inconspicuous, miniature camera was on.
There was surveillance inside.
Johnny's heart rate quickened slightly, but his expression was perfectly hidden by his mask and glasses.
He didn't stop, pushing the cart forward as if just passing by.
He observed the surroundings of Room 1705 with the corner of his eye, noting the locations of the fire hydrant and electrical box, as well as the distances to the nearest nurse's station and fire escape.
Just as he passed the door of the patient room, he heard an extremely faint, yet continuous, rhythmic ticking sound of some medical equipment operating from inside.
And... an extremely weak, yet suppressed, breathing sound.
Is the target inside?
Facing such a situation, Johnny could not be sure that the information provided by the other party was necessarily accurate.
So Johnny did not act rashly; he merely observed for now.
Then, without looking back, Johnny pushed the empty cart and, like a normal orderly, unhurriedly disappeared to the other end of the corridor.
After returning to the linen room, Johnny immediately shed all his disguises; he keenly realized that this so-called Room 1705 might not be where the guy he was looking for was.
After all, Johnny clearly remembered that the other party had only been hit by two of his shots, and even if he was recovering from injuries, he shouldn't be in such an obvious place.
As a fellow assassin, even if he himself had suffered a gunshot wound, it would be impossible for him to openly run to this place, indicating that this news was probably just a smokescreen, intended to attract people connected to him, or even those with a grudge, to come here to find him.
So Johnny abandoned the idea of going back to investigate and directly left the 17th floor through the fire escape.
Meanwhile, in an inconspicuous room on the 21st floor, Leo was lying on a hospital bed, looking at the tablet in his hand, which displayed all the real-time surveillance videos of the entire inpatient building.
His gaze moved constantly across the screen, but he did not see or, rather, wait for the person he wanted to wait for.
Room 1705 was indeed a smokescreen he deliberately released to hide his true location.
As an assassin, how could he not be prepared?
But after watching for a long time, he didn't find anyone approaching this room. However, one orderly was a bit suspicious, but his appearance dispelled his doubts; perhaps he really was just passing by, after all, there were so many orderlies coming and going every day.
"Siba! Did no one really fall for it?"
There are only two reasons for not coming: the first is a lack of interest, and the second is an awareness that it's a trap, after all, those who can be assassins aren't idiots.
Johnny:?
Johnny also realized later, and after detecting the trap here, he also chose to leave.
In fact, when he walked out of the hospital, he discovered that there were quite a few police forces hidden around the hospital. Fortunately, he hadn't taken any action and hadn't been discovered.
Otherwise, once he made a move, he would probably have to fight his way out of there, and he wasn't a bloodthirsty person.
After getting into his car, Johnny just stared blankly at this Seoul Third Hospital, lost in thought.
Logically speaking, the guy who sold him the information couldn't possibly sell false information. So there was only one possibility: this guy had made arrangements in advance, releasing the news that he was being treated here.
After all, the other party was also an assassin, so it wouldn't be surprising for him to do such a thing. Fortunately, Johnny had a thorough understanding of his injuries; both shots were fired by him, and it was already lucky that he hadn't been killed.
Johnny's mind began to work rapidly. He was analyzing the situation here: what kind of need would make this guy set up a fake scene?
Did he need to eliminate an enemy, or was it simply to lure others into a trap?
After thinking for a while, Johnny gave up on using his super brain, because his super brain told him it was time to use his super force.
But this wasn't a solution either. After all, with such an obvious trap, so blatantly laid out, if he just blindly rushed in, wouldn't he be a true idiot?
And those police officers ambushing outside, sitting there so openly, do they think I'm blind and can't see them?
For a moment, Johnny didn't know what trick Leo was up to; it was a bit of a mysterious operation.
Thinking of this, Johnny directly started his vehicle and left Seoul Third Hospital. He decided to find the man who sold him the information.
"Where are you now?"
After making the call, Johnny got straight to the point and asked. The other party was visibly stunned for a moment, then said, "I'm very busy right now; I don't have time for blankets."
"Very busy?"
This surprised Johnny. You're very busy, yet you have time to answer the phone?
The other party obviously realized there was a grammatical error in his statement, so he added, "My girlfriend's ward, the person I was supposed to look after, is missing. I'm out looking for her."
Alright, that's reasonable.
Then Johnny said, "Send me your address; I'll come over and take a look."
The other party was clearly also anxious to find the missing person, so he directly gave him the address of his villa. Anyway, he was retired now and had no enemies, so he didn't care if someone came to his villa.
So, Johnny drove to the address he mentioned, and half an hour later, a large villa came into view.
"Honestly, I really hate these rich tycoons."
Johnny muttered softly, then got out of the car and walked towards the villa. Oh, the gate was still closed, so Johnny had to return to his car.
He sat in the car for about two hours when a light shone from afar. Johnny knew that this unreliable guy had returned.
Sure enough, a black sedan stopped nearby, and then a person got out. He looked at the Toyota Johnny was driving, and his eyebrows raised.
"Night Owl?"
"Zhang He?"
Retired assassin + intelligence dealer Zhang He, I've obediently uploaded the picture.
Both asked simultaneously, then saw a hint of an inexplicable smile in each other's eyes.
Zhang He immediately stepped back, glanced at the girl still sitting in the passenger seat, and finally said to Johnny, "There's someone at home; it might not be so convenient."
Johnny waved his hand, "Those are small problems. Right now, I just want to clarify one thing: who exactly spread this news about Leo being in 1705?"
Zhang He clearly realized from Johnny's tone that something was seriously wrong, so he quickly explained, "This information was provided to me by another guy."
Johnny nodded, not blaming him. Although he didn't think this information was worth 500,000, his caution had allowed him to avoid a big trouble, which was a good thing.
Then, Johnny's gaze fell on the girl who got out of the car behind Zhang He.
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