At this very moment, at the custom garage on the edge of the Detroit industrial district, the factory's exterior walls were painted in mottled gray, and the huge rolling shutter door was covered in scratches and graffiti.
The interior of the factory was spacious but disorganized, with several disassembled cars propped up on lifts, their hoods open and parts scattered all over the floor.
The air was filled with a mixed scent of engine oil, welding metal, and cheap cigarettes.
Tires, scrap metal, and empty beer bottles were piled up in a corner, and an old radio was playing noisy rock music, but no one was in the mood to listen.
Several faded posters were plastered on the walls, including custom car magazine covers and models in bikinis, all blurred by oil and dust.
William was sitting in front of a greasy workbench, his fingers constantly tapping on the table, his eyes fixed on his phone screen, waiting for news from his subordinates.
He kept muttering, "Damn bastard, dared to kick me unconscious."
"It would be too easy for you to die just like that!"
This guy was William, the white man who was kicked unconscious by Zhang Jie last night. By the time he woke up, the race was long over, and he couldn't catch that person, so he sent people to track him.
At this moment, he was in his cousin's custom garage.
The gunmen sent out were all employees of the custom garage; they usually took on customization jobs, but often, they would also transform into gang members to take on dirty work.
William paid twenty thousand US dollars for them to kill that guy.
Vengefulness was William's traditional virtue.
He looked down on Asian men, thinking they were all vampires coming to occupy their land. Last night, he had taken the initiative because he fancied that car, but he didn't expect the man to be a tough nut to crack.
So, after regaining consciousness, William naturally didn't dare to confront him alone. The best way was to send gunmen to beat him half to death and bring him back.
Of course, if he accidentally died, it would be his luck.
On the other side, looking at the man begging for mercy at his feet, Zhang Jie disgustedly wiped his shoe on him.
"So, you mean William sent you to hunt me down, is that right?"
Zhang Jie held a Pistol in one hand and stepped on the back of one of the men with his foot, asking calmly.
John had taught him methods and techniques for interrogation, but these gang members didn't need any of those techniques; they had already spilled all the information they knew like pouring sugar beans.
"Hmph, a bit interesting. I thought he was a brainless idiot, but now it seems he doesn't just lack a brain; he doesn't even have one."
Zhang Jie's Pistol lightly tapped his thigh, and the sound pulled at the heartstrings of the two men lying on the ground.
Their hearts were in their throats, wondering how this man would deal with them. After all, they had witnessed his sharp marksmanship firsthand, and the one who experienced it directly was already having tea with Satan below.
In fact, dealing with these gang members was much easier than dealing with assassins and tactical teams; there was almost no challenge, like living targets standing there.
Shooting Lv3 could easily handle this situation, without the slightest pressure.
"I'll give you two a chance to live. Catch William, and you won't have to die."
After a moment of thought, Zhang Jie directly threw out the condition.
Such a demand immediately made the two men breathe a sigh of relief. Good, they could live. As for how William would die, what did it matter to them? Better a dead friend than a dead me.
Moreover, if it weren't for that guy, they wouldn't have provoked this god of slaughter, a pure monster, an emotionless Shooting machine.
"No problem, no problem, don't worry, I will definitely catch that son of a bitch and bring him to you."
"Don't worry, that damn shit-eating guy, I'll definitely make him look good."
Zhang Jie raised an eyebrow and withdrew his foot from the other man's back.
"What are you waiting for? Lead the way."
William looked at his phone, which still hadn't rung, and grew increasingly anxious. Three cars, eight people went out, all armed with guns; why had there been no news for so long? What had happened?
Surely they couldn't even handle one Asian man, could they?
That would be too useless.
While he was still thinking this, there was a sudden heavy braking sound from outside.
When the rolling shutter door was violently pulled open, William suddenly looked up, and the anxiety on his face instantly turned to shock.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
He widened his eyes, looking at his two subordinates supporting each other. Their pant legs were soaked with blood, their faces pale, and their knees were clearly giving out as they walked.
Then the two men supported each other and walked in, wincing and groaning in pain as they went.
There was no other way; both of their knees had been shot through. It was already good that they could walk back, but even if their legs healed, they would be left with hidden injuries, and their function might only recover to 40%, which would be considered a blessing from their ancestors.
At this thought, the resentment of the two men grew even stronger. If it weren't for that idiot William, how could they have gone after that monster?
What they thought would be an easy catch turned into them being an easy catch for the other party.
"William... you son of a bitch..." one of them gritted his teeth, his voice filled with suppressed rage.
"You goddamn killed us!"
The other one directly burst into curses, his voice hoarse, "Fuck you! Do you know what kind of monster you sent us to kill?!"
William's expression changed from surprise to disdain. He sneered, stood up, hands in his pockets, and looked down at them.
"Useless."
He shook his head contemptuously, "Eight people, three cars, with guns, and you can't even handle one Asian guy? Did you bastards grow up eating shit?"
"You goddamn —"
One of them suddenly lunged forward, but the sharp pain in his knee made him stumble and almost fall.
"Shut up, you useless trash." William sneered, "The way you are now, you're worse than dogs."
"Trash like you, my cousin actually took you in. I'm calling my big cousin right now to fire you!" William raised his phone, sneering.
Just as William was about to continue his mockery, a figure slowly walked in from outside the door.
The light inside the factory was dim, while the light outside the factory was abundant. The strong contrast between inside and outside made it impossible for William to see the newcomer's face, only a dark, silhouette-like figure continuously approaching him.
William, who was about to ask a question, found that the other person's greeting was quicker than his.
Bang!
A gunshot suddenly rang out, and William's phone was instantly shattered, plastic shards and electronic components scattering everywhere.
Blood splattered on his hand; his left middle finger was gone.
"Ah—!" William screamed, instinctively backing away, "Oh shit, my finger!!"
But the next second.
Bang! Bang!
Two shots accurately hit his knees. William howled as he knelt on the ground, blood instantly staining his jeans.
"No... no... don't kill me..."
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