"Oh, there are still 8 people left inside."
After taking care of the burly man with two shots, Johnny glanced behind him. Not seeing anyone, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He was most afraid of those who lingered behind, saw the person in front die, refused to shoot, and prepared to play the role of a hidden assassin. Those kinds of people were the most terrifying.
However, Johnny did not relax his vigilance and continued to cautiously advance inward. Just as he rounded a corner, he saw a man walking from the side. He raised his hand, aimed his Pistol, and pulled the trigger, all in one fluid motion.
Pfft!
A shot directly pierced his throat and broke his spine.
The man slumped to the ground, motionless.
Johnny continued deeper.
When he reached the living room, Johnny heard a sound from the left. He pointed his Pistol directly, only to find it was just an ordinary maid. But Johnny had no intention of letting her go.
In a place like this, any oversight could be fatal, so Johnny sent her directly to meet God.
Continuing inward, he passed through the living room and headed towards the back garden. As soon as he stepped out, he saw a man facing the swimming pool.
The Pistol in Johnny's hand was pressed directly against the man's head. Before he could speak, Johnny pulled the trigger, ending his life.
Just like that, Johnny looked in the direction the man had been staring. There was a long table, and two children, a woman, and a man were seated at it.
"That guy must be Fausto, right?"
To be honest, Johnny felt a little strange. As a major drug lord and the leader of a criminal organization, his defensive capabilities shouldn't be so weak.
This anomaly gave Johnny a very unreliable feeling. After taking care of another bodyguard, Johnny sat by the pool.
Anyway, it was pitch black everywhere, and the other party was focused on their family dinner, so they wouldn't notice anything outside.
Just then, his phone vibrated.
He took out his phone and opened it. There was a message.
"Alejandro has arrived."
Sure enough, Johnny saw another person sneak in. Upon seeing Johnny, he directly met up with him.
Coming in, he had already seen bodies everywhere. He knew it was done by the man in front of him and couldn't help but look at him twice.
His earpiece only told him that there was an ally inside, and he had arrived earlier than him.
"Alejandro."
After a brief introduction, Alejandro's gaze turned to the warm family of four.
"Night Owl," Johnny didn't intend to reveal his real name, so he only gave his codename. As a killer trained by the CIA, Alejandro naturally understood Johnny's intentions, so he didn't mind.
Subsequently, Johnny took the lead and walked towards the family of four. Alejandro was also by his side, and the two arrived at the dining table where the four were eating, one in front and one behind.
Alejandro's Pistol was aimed directly at Fausto.
His two sons and his wife sat at the table, not daring to move.
"You or me?"
Alejandro asked, but his eyes were fixed on Fausto.
From his expression and gaze, it was clear there was a deep hatred, so Johnny had no intention of competing with him for the right to kill.
"You do it."
After saying that, Johnny fell silent. The guy's expression had completely changed after seeing Fausto. He still didn't know what the other party was thinking. This was a personal grudge.
And Alejandro's gaze fell on Fausto.
"We can talk things over calmly. There's no need for this."
With a dark muzzle pointed at his head, Fausto remained composed. As expected of a major drug lord, he was used to such scenes.
In his opinion, he believed these two people were only after money.
"Do you know? Every night, people's lives are ruined because of you. Yet you can enjoy dinner in peace. Tonight should be no different."
Alejandro held the Pistol, sitting sideways on the chair opposite Fausto, his expression very calm, but the anger in his eyes was clearly perceptible to Johnny.
After hearing Alejandro's words, Fausto spread his hands, "Do you think the people who sent you here are any different? Who do you think we learned from? Would your wife be proud of the way you are now?"
Fausto had recognized who the man in front of him was—a former Mexican prosecutor—and it was his wife and daughter whom he had ordered to be executed.
But Alejandro clearly didn't want to continue talking to this guy. "Don't forget my daughter."
Though his tone was calm, it let Fausto know that he probably wouldn't escape death this time.
He placed his hope in the other party, and in some humanity, after all, calamity shouldn't extend to family.
"Can you not execute me in front of my children?" Fausto looked at his two adorable sons and his charming wife.
Johnny, standing nearby, glanced at Fausto and rolled his eyes. Now he knew how to beg for mercy, but what did he do back then?
However, he really wanted to see how Alejandro would handle this matter.
After hearing Fausto's words, Alejandro readily agreed, "Of course, I will grant your request."
Hearing his words, Johnny suddenly felt a little disappointed. As the saying goes, if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow again with the spring breeze. Such compassion at this moment would only bring great trouble in the future, so Johnny decided to act on his behalf.
"Time to meet God."
Just as Johnny was about to draw his Pistol, he saw Alejandro's hand move twice, firing three shots and taking care of both children and Fausto's wife directly.
Well, your so-called not sending Fausto to meet God in front of his children, is this how you avoid it?
If you take care of his sons first, they won't see, is that it?
Puff, puff, puff!
Suddenly, the three shots startled Fausto, but looking at his family already lying on the ground, a wave of regret spread through his mind.
His eyes became somewhat dull, and his expression turned to horror.
He had once dealt with these people with terrifying and bloody methods, never expecting that one day, such retribution would befall him.
Regret at this moment had become extremely ridiculous and worthless.
And Alejandro's method of killing the spirit was extremely satisfying to Johnny. That's how it should be; as a killer, one should have such awareness.
Mercy is for the dead.
Subsequently, Alejandro slowly stood up, holding the Pistol with both hands, pointing it firmly at Fausto's head.
At this moment, images of his wife and daughter flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. Then, he firmly and slowly pulled the trigger.
Pfft!
Fausto was now sitting back in the chair, his hands limply falling. Until the end, all he could think of was, why did this bastard promise him and then go back on his word?
At this point, all personnel in the villa had been eliminated, leaving only Johnny and Alejandro.
"Thanks."
Alejandro was very grateful that Johnny had not taken care of the four people prematurely, giving him the opportunity to avenge himself.
Johnny said nothing, just made an OK gesture, then walked outside.
"An interesting colleague."
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