The wind howled outside his helmet. Johnny had his arm around Gisele's waist, who had now driven the motorcycle onto the bridge.
Johnny then patted Gisele's stomach and pointed to the side of the bridge.
Gisele slowly steered the motorcycle closer to the edge of the bridge, and with a wave of his hand, Johnny threw the handbag he was holding down.
After destroying the evidence he held, Johnny finally breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, this feeling was truly exciting. While it wasn't like directly fighting someone, Johnny didn't like this feeling of a battle of wits.
He preferred to draw his glock directly. If one bullet could solve a problem, he would never waste a second.
However, the thought of the man in white made Johnny uncomfortable. He didn't know where Gisele was taking him, and the two of them just drove through the almost-sleeping streets.
When the motorcycle finally stopped, they had arrived in Luranga.
This was still dozens of kilometers away from the airport Johnny wanted to go to. Johnny felt helpless, but there was nothing he could do; he couldn't catch a flight at this hour.
After getting off the motorcycle, he followed Gisele to a rather inconspicuous house.
"My safe house in Thailand. Come in and rest," Gisele said with a smile.
But a hint of wariness arose in Johnny's heart. A safe house?
Hearing those three words now made his heart tremble.
He had been royally screwed over by safe houses before, but since he was already here and had nowhere else good to go, he could only follow Gisele into the safe house. It looked dilapidated from the outside, but inside, it was a different world, decorated quite warmly.
After checking everywhere to ensure no accidents would occur, Johnny finally sat on the sofa, allowing his tense nerves to relax slightly.
As for Gisele, she had already gone into the bathroom to wash up.
Women, after all, always like to be clean.
Johnny disassembled his last remaining glock 34 and then wiped it clean.
Cleaning his glock was one of his ways to relax.
After cleaning the glock and fully reloading it, Johnny performed a few tactical movements, then reinserted the glock into the holster under his armpit.
Johnny began to seriously consider what he should do next. First, and most importantly, he was still a killer.
So, as a killer, wasn't it normal to take on missions to eliminate others?
Wasn't it normal to collect the commission after eliminating someone?
Wasn't it normal to go and have fun after getting the commission?
And then? Although he often undertook missions, most were private commissions. He rarely looked at the contents of the killer APP, and this was wrong.
Another point, and the most crucial one, was that he was John's disciple, and because of this, he had attracted many inexplicable enemies.
This also led to him constantly being hunted, and to be honest, that feeling was really very unpleasant.
But he couldn't help it; his compatibility with the original owner wasn't that high, so he couldn't access much of the other person's memories. Although most of it had been unveiled now, he always felt that something was still not quite right.
That's right, that woman named Lisa!
Carl had already been eliminated by him, so he was in a much better state than before. All that was left was that damned Lisa!
"It seems I still need to find an opportunity to find that woman and deal with her!" Johnny muttered softly.
He then began to organize the things he had done during this period. He didn't realize it until he started, but he was shocked to find how much he had experienced in just a few months.
He also didn't know about Serena's news. Oriska, that cunning rabbit, couldn't have just one lair, and besides, the KH Alliance's strength was not weak.
Since that live streamed chase, they seemed to have stopped bothering him for a long time.
He didn't know what schemes they were brewing. And since he last saw Max on the isolated island, there had been no news of Max afterward. He didn't know where they had gone. Also, where had Simmons gone?
A series of questions lingered in Johnny's mind. To be honest, although he was a transmigrator, he really didn't remember much of these so-called movie plots.
At most, he recognized a certain character or person, but what exactly they did was extremely vague to Johnny.
Perhaps this was the drawback of merging with the original owner's memories. But it didn't really matter. Some people he knew and remembered, some he didn't know or remember, but what did that matter?
He still had to live well. It was best if he could build relationships, but if he couldn't, then he shouldn't offend them either.
The sound of showering quickly stopped. The bathroom door opened, and Johnny subconsciously turned his head to look back.
Gisele walked out wearing only a bath towel. Her wet hair, with water droplets, slowly dripped from the roots down her hair onto her bare shoulders.
Under the illumination of the lights, her entire body seemed to be emitting wisps of white steam, making her appear ethereal.
It had to be said, Gisele's looks were truly top-notch, and her figure was also superb.
However, she seemed to intentionally avoid looking his way, instead walking straight to the other side, to the dressing table, where she picked up a hairdryer and began to dry her hair.
Johnny didn't think much of it. After all, everyone here was either a killer or an agent, each with extraordinary skills, and they didn't pay too much attention to such minor details.
Subsequently, Johnny walked to the wardrobe, took a bathrobe, and then entered the bathroom.
He turned on the showerhead, and hot water immediately streamed down. Hmm... it was just a bit... damn hot!!!
Johnny quickly adjusted the hot and cold water until it was just right, then began to shower. He washed very carefully, which was one of Johnny's habits.
After washing himself clean and fragrant, he dried the water droplets from his body. Johnny put on his bathrobe and walked out.
Stepping out of the bathroom, he saw Gisele sitting in the spot he had just occupied, holding the crimson star of africa in her hand.
"Do you know why I've always been so determined to get my hands on the star of africa?" Gisele said, continuously rotating the star of africa in her right hand, making it sparkle brilliantly under the light.
"One reason is that I took on a commission, and the other is that the star of africa is also one of my wishes."
Only then did Johnny realize that Gisele had quite a deep connection with the star of africa. Gisele, who was recounting her story, suddenly sighed, "It's a pity, this star of africa has to be handed over to my client. I don't have much fate with it, but to possess it briefly is also a surprise, isn't it?"
After shaking off some negative emotions, Gisele placed the star of africa on the low table, then turned to look at Johnny.
Johnny had just finished showering. His hair was still wet, but he exuded a more masculine charm.
His well-proportioned physique and not overly muscular build made Johnny look very balanced, and precisely because of this, he appeared even more masculine.
Gisele got up and went to the wine cabinet, pulled out a bottle of red wine, and took down two wine glasses. She came to Johnny and handed him one of the glasses.
"To celebrate the success of our mission."
After pouring a third of the wine into both glasses, Gisele raised her glass and said to Johnny with a smile.
"Cheers!" Johnny also raised his glass with a smile.
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