They hadn't expected the target to be so troublesome, his marksmanship terrifyingly accurate, and him appearing and disappearing in the darkness like a ghost.
Their numerical advantage seemed pale and powerless in the face of the confined indoor space and his absolutely precise lethality.
"Scatter! Scatter! Find cover!"
"Use grenades! Blow him up!"
Someone shouted frantically.
But before they could organize an effective counterattack, Johnny's clearing speed was even faster!
He was like an efficient killing machine, calmly assessing each threat, prioritizing the elimination of enemies holding firearms and those attempting to approach Yun Zhi's direction.
Puff! A gangster attempting to raise his Pistol to aim was shot in the wrist, and his Pistol fell.
Puff! A follow-up shot to the head.
Puff! Puff! Two enemies attempting to flank from the kitchen were taken down by crossfire.
Magazine empty! Johnny quickly retreated into the shadows under the stairs, his reload so fast it was a mere blur. Click! A new magazine was in place, the slide returned.
The sounds of battle gradually thinned out. The dozen or so thugs who had rushed in had, in just one or two minutes, become scattered corpses on the floor.
Only the last three enemies remained, huddled back-to-back at the entrance, firing wildly into the darkness in terror, bullets hitting the walls and ceiling, sending fragments flying.
Johnny gave them no chance to breathe. He silently glided out from the side shadows, like the arrival of Death.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Three gunshots, almost merging into one.
Blood bloomed simultaneously from the back of the heads or sides of the necks of the three thugs, and they slumped down without a sound.
The gunfire abruptly ceased.
The villa fell back into deadly silence, with only the strong smell of blood and gunpowder lingering in the air, and the roar of vehicle engines idling outside the window.
Johnny stood amidst the pile of corpses, his breathing slightly ragged, but the hand holding the Pistol was as steady as a rock. He sharply scanned the entire scene, confirming there were no living threats left.
He walked over to Yun Zhi, who was almost paralyzed with fear, and whispered, "It's over. Stay put, don't open your eyes."
Then, he stepped over the bodies, walked to the shattered main door, and coldly looked at the vehicles outside that had their lights on but dared not approach further.
The drivers and remaining personnel in the cars were clearly terrified by the horrific scene of the one-sided slaughter inside the villa and the sudden cessation of gunfire, finding themselves in a dilemma.
Johnny raised his glock 34, aiming at the hood of the frontmost car.
Puff! Puff!
Two shots.
White smoke billowed from the engine hood, and the car stalled.
Seeing this, the other vehicles, as if waking from a dream, reversed in panic, their tires screeching loudly as they frantically rubbed against the ground, scrambling to escape the terrifying villa that had just swallowed a dozen lives.
Johnny did not pursue; his mission was protection, not total annihilation.
He holstered his Pistol and turned back into the ravaged villa. Looking at the bodies and bullet holes everywhere, he frowned slightly.
"It seems the commotion I caused was a bit too big."
He muttered to himself, took out his phone, and prepared to send a message to Zhang He.
Yun Zhi, who had been hiding to the side, ran over from behind, wanting to hug Johnny, as it was normal for a girl to be scared.
But his reaction... Hmm?
Hmph!
What's wrong?
"Ah!"
Bang!
"Oh my...."
Yun Zhi:?
Johnny looked at Yun Zhi, who he had thrown to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, and awkwardly wiped his hands on his thigh... "Um... Are you okay?"
No sooner had Johnny spoken than he wanted to slap himself; this girl didn't understand English... He saw Yun Zhi turn her head in disbelief, the fear and fright in her eyes replaced by speechlessness.
What kind of person is this?
This isn't like what they show in TV dramas. I'm so scared; shouldn't you be holding me in your arms and comforting me?
What kind of hellish over-the-shoulder throw greeting was that?!
My bones are almost falling apart!
To make matters worse, the two couldn't understand each other's language, making it even more awkward. Johnny felt so embarrassed he wanted to pick at his feet.
As for Yun Zhi, she was in excruciating pain and struggled to get up from the floor after a while, glaring fiercely at Johnny.
At this moment, she had forgotten how ferocious Johnny had been in slaughtering the invading gang members.
All she could think about now was how to teach this damned man a lesson; he had no pity for women whatsoever.
You jerk, don't you know how to cherish women? Don't you know how to be gentle and protective? You madman, throwing me down so hard, are you trying to kill me?
After an outburst at Johnny, she suddenly realized, slapping her forehead, "How could I forget, this guy is an American, he doesn't speak or understand Korean..."
Johnny, however, just watched the girl's linguistic assault on him, regretting that he couldn't understand a single word.
"OK, are you done venting? If you're done, sit over there and rest for a bit."
Johnny reached out, firmly pressed Yun Zhi's head, then abruptly pushed her onto the sofa.
Only then did Johnny take out his phone and call Zhang He.
He had originally intended to send him a message, but he suddenly felt that a phone call might be a better option. The phone rang four times before it was answered.
Zhang He's breathing was a little labored.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang He sounded a bit strange, so Johnny directly said, "A group of people tried to ambush your house."
Hearing this, Zhang He simply nodded, "Got it."
With Johnny around, he naturally wasn't worried about anything happening at home, but being ambushed like this was still quite annoying.
While answering, he slightly raised his hand and shot the guy in front of him.
Bang!
A bullet pierced the opponent's head, thus eliminating the last enemy.
Listening to the sound coming from the phone, Johnny's mouth twitched, then he hung up and leaned back on the sofa, looking at Yun Zhi.
This gaze made Yun Zhi's scalp tingle. She didn't know what Johnny wanted by looking at her; he wouldn't be thinking of raping her, would he?
In reality, Johnny was thinking, why would a retired assassin like Zhang He bother with such a mess? Any clear-headed person would know trouble was coming; was he perhaps looking for some excitement?
Unable to figure it out, Johnny couldn't be bothered to think about it anymore. Anyway, it didn't have much to do with him; he just wanted to know where Leo was. As for the rest, no rush, no rush.
About an hour later, Zhang He drove back to the villa.
After getting out of the car, seeing the bodies at the entrance and the mess everywhere, he felt a slight pang of heartache, but not much. He just silently pulled out his phone from his pocket, called a cleaning service, and asked them to come clean up the scene.
But when he walked inside, he saw that the atmosphere in the living room was a bit strange. Yun Zhi was sitting on the sofa, clutching her chest, while on a nearby sofa, Johnny was sprawled out, still holding his Pistol.
"Hey, Zhang He, what have you been up to all this time?"
Johnny was very dissatisfied with Zhang He's tardiness. Zhang He just waved his hand, saying he had dealt with a small problem.
Then he told Johnny about what he had just handled. Johnny raised an eyebrow after hearing it, "Such an interesting thing, and you didn't call me."
Soon after, the cleaners arrived.
Johnny then realized that Korean cleaners were quite different from American cleaners, but undeniably, they were just as professional and even performed simple repairs on the damaged villa.
As for the money, how many assassins don't have money? A simple repair, and over 500,000 was gone.
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