Sunday afternoon, 4:59 PM.
I-80 and I-90 co-aligned interstate highway, Illinois segment.
The weather was beautiful, clear skies for miles.
Conditions were average, with much heavier traffic than usual.
However, there were still plenty of gaps to overtake, and many people were doing so along the way, but a yellow camaro was particularly eye-catching.
Its movements were swift and clean, flowing like water, with decisive anticipation, almost no hesitation, as it continuously overtook several cars, smooth as if it had eaten Dove chocolate.
Many drivers were startled, watching a yellow car suddenly cut in, and before they could even curse, they saw the car speeding away, kicking up dust.
Only the bewildered drivers were left, looking around, 'Who am I?'
'Where am I?'
'What just happened?'
At this moment, Zhang Jie was constantly overtaking cars with one hand on the steering wheel, while his other hand held a glock 34 in a state of readiness.
Without knowing if he was safe, without knowing if there were still pursuers blocking his way, his gun could not leave his hand.
His Driving Lv2 skill absolutely ensured his smooth, fluid movement through the traffic.
At the same time, he was also pondering a question: the first wave of pursuers had been shaken off, but would there be more to follow?
If he wanted to kill someone, after they evaded the first pursuit, would he arrange for more people to block them later?
The answer was, definitely.
So, Zhang Jie now only had two paths before him.
The first, continue to New York.
The second, go directly to Chicago.
Would the other party send people to block both sides?
Judging from the short exchange just now, the other party should have prepared a very comprehensive plan, so both sides would be blocked.
Without forcibly lowering the opponent's intelligence, he would definitely block both ends, or even multiple sides.
The prerequisite was that he had enough manpower, but if the opponent's manpower was insufficient, they could only arrange lookouts and focus on one route.
Anyway, no matter which path Zhang Jie took, the opponent would have enough time to react, after all, there were still people following behind.
Even if Zhang Jie went down another path where no one was arranged, the people behind would quickly catch up.
"This is a headache, do I have to start fighting again?"
Zhang Jie scratched his head with the gun. No, he needed to use his brain.
It's a pity, he didn't know if the people he knew could arrive immediately, what a hassle!
More importantly, he didn't know how many people the other side had, and if a fight broke out, would he get injured?
It was impossible to be unscathed, he wasn't Superman.
If he could call for backup, that would naturally be best.
He remembered seeing Michael post on Facebook a couple of days ago in Detroit that he seemed to be coming to Chicago soon for a bodyguard mission.
However, with a 'just in case' thought, Zhang Jie still called Michael.
Beep~
A few seconds later, the call connected: "Yo, did the sun rise from the west to shine on your little butt? Zhang! You cold-faced killer actually remembered to call me?"
A familiar, mischievous voice came from the receiver.
Whew~
Zhang Jie took a deep breath, "Michael, where are you right now?"
?
"What's wrong? I just took on a mission recently, over here in Gary Industrial City." Michael also heard that something was off, even though Zhang Jie hadn't said anything.
"What's wrong, Zhang? Are you in trouble?"
Zhang Jie hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm being hunted, but I don't know by whom..."
"Where are you!" Michael asked directly, not caring about the reasons.
"I-80 Illinois segment."
Zhang Jie reported his location.
"Hmm... wait, let me see... F*ck! Damn GPS! Hurry up!" Michael's voice became a bit agitated, "Oh, luckily, it's only 25 miles! Half an hour... no, 25 minutes and I'll be there! How long can you hold out?"
"Your mission..."
"To hell with the mission! Motherf*cker! What time is it now!" Michael's agitated reply touched Zhang Jie a little.
"Thank you!"
Before the words even fell, that sarcastic voice came through, "Holy crap! When did our cold-faced killer ever say thank you! Isn't it usually blowing smoke from the gun barrel and asking if we want another one?"
That little bit of emotion in his heart was directly washed away by the mischievous tone, and Zhang Jie couldn't help but retort, "F*ck you, Michael, if you keep this up, I won't teach you how to cook Chinese food next time."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa~ Calm down..."
The sound of a vehicle starting came from the other end of the phone, followed by the roar of an accelerating engine.
"Listen, hold on, I'll be there soon."
"Yellow camaro, heading towards Chicago now. Hope you can make it in time, otherwise, you'll just have to collect my body."
Zhang Jie teased.
"Holy crap! Damn it, I don't want to collect your body, there's no reward, and I'd have to pay out of pocket!"
Then, Michael's call ended, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Jie's mouth.
He hadn't expected this guy to actually be nearby. Well, then, it won't be me who's unlucky next; who's the hunter and who's the prey is still unknown!
Zhang Jie kept in mind Michael's unwavering decision to drop his mission and come help. He would repay him later; for now, he needed to focus on dealing with these pursuers.
Since you want me to go towards Chicago, I'll go and see what tricks you have up your sleeve.
On the other side, Michael saying he was abandoning the mission wasn't that serious, after all, he now had a team, so he could just let his subordinates handle the escort; he just needed to free himself up.
Then his mind raced, who else nearby could help, otherwise, he might not be enough on his own.
Soon, a figure appeared in Michael's mind: that guy's whereabouts were uncertain, but perhaps he was also nearby.
So he immediately dialed another number.
Beep~
Watching the phone ring continuously with no one answering, Michael slapped the steering wheel in frustration, "F*ck! That damn bald old man, he's retired and still answers the phone so slowly!"
Before his complaining finished, the call was already connected.
"Shut your stinking mouth, Michael, your mischievous look disgusts me. If you can't shut up, I don't mind making you shut up, motherf*cker!"
The agitated voice from the phone made Michael shut up, but then he immediately yelled loudly.
"Goddamn it! Zhang is in trouble, where are you!"
Hearing what Michael said, the voice on the other end was clearly stunned for a moment.
"Where is he?"
Listening to the serious and stern voice from the other side, Michael was also stunned, then immediately said, "He's heading towards Chicago on the I-80 Interstate Highway, Illinois segment!"
"Oh, oh! That's just great, I'm in Chicago! Haha, I really want to see that Asian kid's awkward look, this might be one of my biggest gains this year, just thinking about it makes me excited, motherf*cker!"
Clearly, the person on the other end of the phone was extremely interested in this matter.
"Oh, that's really fortunate. I should arrive in about twenty minutes!"
After speaking, Michael hung up the phone and immediately began to drive with full concentration.
After hanging up the phone, the man lowered his head and kissed the woman leaning in his arms, "Sophia, I have something to do."
The camera moved up, and this man was none other than the bald egg, retired top assassin, Darius Jin Kaide.
"Oh, my little cockroach, go, Zhang needs you." Sophia said with a lazy, smoky voice.
She certainly knew who Zhang Jie was, and she had heard the phone call very clearly.
"Oh, baby, I love you so much." Jin Kaide kissed Sophia on the forehead, then got up and left the bar.
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