In just ten minutes, the battle was basically over, and a ridiculous scene unfolded. The last rcenary had a complete ntal breakdown, holding a gun to an old man's head as he walked out of the villa.
"Let go. This guy's yours."
Jack jumped off the second-floor rooftop, rolled to dissipate the impact, and looked at the scene with a speechless expression.
It seed these so-called rcenaries were not only a bit muddle-headed, but also not very bright.
Braxton didn't waste a single word, took two steps forward, pulled out his pistol, and blew the guy's head off.
The old man shuddered in fright, and it took him a while to react. He looked at the two brothers standing in front of him, seemingly trying to recognize them.
"It's you, the accountant? I hired you. And you, the hitman? Why? I paid you! And who the hell are you?"
He then pointed at Jack, whose face was mostly hidden by a ski mask.
"n, won, children, I gave them hope, helped them overco their disabilities. Do you understand what that ans? As long as the company goes public, we can make billions of dollars. All that money will be used to research neuro-prosthetic technology and nanotechnology."
Just as the old man was still rambling on and trying to continue, Chris pulled out his P14.
Bang!
A bloody hole appeared between the eyebrows of the old man, Lamar Blackburn, who collapsed to the ground like a piece of rotten wood.
"Because you wanted to kill Dana," Chris said, putting away his gun.
"Who is Dana?" Braxton asked Chris curiously. He didn't know what had happened and thought his brother had gone berserk because he was being hunted.
"A pretty girl, the accountant who first discovered the company's financial loopholes." Seeing Chris remain silent, Jack put away his gun and gossiped, then called Hannah over the radio to co pick him up.
"Really? You finally have a girl you like? I was always worried you'd end up alone." Braxton was genuinely happy for his brother.
"You should go clean up the scene." It was dark, so Chris's expression wasn't visible, but his slightly uneasy tone and abrupt change of topic betrayed his feelings. Perhaps, for him, the gunfight earlier wasn't as nerve-wracking as this topic.
A short while later, Braxton returned with two hard drives. Hannah pulled up in front of the three in Chris's F-150 Raptor, the AWM sniper rifle Chris had thrown away earlier still in the car.
The three got in, leaving the ss behind, and drove off.
Jack, sitting in the passenger seat, laboriously removed his equipnt and handed it all back to Chris in the back. When it ca to the Viper, he hesitated for a mont before handing it over.
He was quite envious of this high-powered Russian-made pistol, but it shared a problem with the FK 7.5mm Chris had given him before: the ammunition it used was too unusual. Whether it was armor-piercing rounds or regular rounds, they were too conspicuous.
Jack still planned to go back and get another 1911 pistol similar to Chris's P14, the unnumbered kind, and equip it with a practical suppressor, as a tool gun for his unofficial operations.
When the group returned to the hotel entrance, it was already dawn. Having caused such a commotion, Jack and Hannah couldn't stay long, and the Wolff brothers were also preparing to flee.
Chris had it easy; he could simply load his RV onto the back of a Raptor and leave. Justine had already cancelled herold identity and started a new one.
Braxton planned to accompany his dear brother to the ranch in LA for a while, and then find an opportunity to bring Justine and his daughter over.
Jack and Hannah prepared to say goodbye; tomorrow was Monday, and soone had to rush back to work.
Chris stood before Jack for a long ti, head bowed, before finally offering a solemn thank you.
He was low on emotional intelligence, not intellectual intelligence; he knew Jack had taken a great risk by coming to help, bringing his FBI girlfriend, and participating in the final battle.
Moreover, Jack's style differed from his; he preferred careful planning and always devised solutions that benefited all parties.
Jack didn't mince words, directly explaining his plan and formally inviting Chris to help deal with the Kleiner Foundation.
Braxton enthusiastically expressed his willingness to help his brother. Although it had only been less than a day, he had already sensed a significant change in his brother, supposedly thanks to Jack.
Chris, though still not very talkative, was now willing to communicate proactively and had even praised him!
This younger brother had truly suffered; he had endured his father's brutal training from a young age, was abandoned in Europe, and only learned of his father's accidental death afterward. Finally, his brother went to prison and, upon release, avoided him.
Now, unexpectedly reunited with Chris and learning that his older brother was planning to look for him, the younger brother was incredibly moved, genuinely regarding Jack as their benefactor.
They agreed to et in LA a week later, and Jack and Hannah drove their rented Malibu directly to the airport. When they got ho that evening, Hannah was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open; she didn't have the ability to be energetic with just three or four hours of sleep.
But when Jack carried her to bed and pulled down her collar, Hannah was startled awake, staring at him wide-eyed for a long ti before weakly uttering, "Want to take a shower first?"
Jack poured so massage oil into his palm, rubbed it to warm it, and then slapped her right shoulder where there was a bruise, saying irritably, "What are you thinking? Firing 30 shots in a row, that's a Barrett! Don't you want your arm anymore?"
"Ouch, it hurts."
"That's good. What did you learn at Quantico? What if sothing unexpected happens later and we need backup?"
Jack gently rubbed her arm, and Hannah almost burst into tears. At this mont, her whole body was limp, only her mouth was hard.
"I can at least fire one more magazine."
"On the way back, I noticed that you could barely lift your right arm."
Jack finally softened and secretly used a healing spell, because as he rubbed her, the girl had pressed her whole body against him.
"Go back to sleep. I'll stay with you."
Jack felt a little restless; after all, they had just gone through a fierce battle, and his old ailnt wasn't completely healed yet.
Hannah didn't speak, just looked at him with her watery eyes, her fan-like eyelashes fluttering.
Knowing she was exhausted, even snoring softly on the plane, Jack couldn't bear to disturb her.
The two stared at each other until Hannah's eyes began to fill with affection, and finally, unable to resist any longer, she bit him.
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