Returning to New York, Johnny couldn't help but feel a little emotional recalling his experiences during this period.
From June 30th, when he flew to Moscow, until today, July 13th, a full 14 days, he traveled across Russia, Ukraine, the UAE, France, Switzerland, France, and America.
In 14 days, he crossed exactly 7 countries.
Having completed so many missions, Johnny felt a bit overwhelmed and exhausted.
And returning to America again, he felt a tiny bit unaccustomed.
It was hard to pinpoint exactly what the feeling was, but he could clearly sense that he seemed different again.
Johnny looked around his apartment; the living room was well-arranged, though it had been a long time since anyone had been back.
After more than half an hour, the doorbell rang.
Johnny opened the door to find a delivery man wearing black clothes, with a logo of two crossed revolvers on his left chest.
This was the special courier Johnny had arranged for special delivery services; all firearms and some weapon equipment that were inconvenient to carry in the assassin world were transported through this Rate Company.
They belonged to a neutral force, not participating in any battles or competitions; they were just an ordinary, common courier company.
At his feet were two packages, both black boxes wrapped and tied with special tape.
One looked relatively large, while the other was smaller.
Johnny pulled two gold coins from his pocket and flicked them over.
The gold coins made a crisp 'ding' sound, tumbling through the air towards the delivery man, who simply reached out and caught them in his hand.
"Check them?"
Johnny waved his hand, "Given Rate Company's reputation, there's no need to be so cautious; I trust you wouldn't do such a thing."
With that, Johnny dragged the two boxes back into the apartment and closed the door.
Rate Company only accepted gold coins for all its shipments; nothing else. Although the fees were high, the service was undoubtedly professional.
He unsealed the smaller box on top. Inside, neatly arranged, were Johnny's FN57 and sand viper.
He opened the second box, which contained the GM6 anti-materiel sniper rifle.
He couldn't bear to abandon this gun, so he had it couriered back directly.
Just like that, Johnny's arsenal gained three more guns, and three very practical ones at that.
After tidying up, Johnny went out; he couldn't stay cooped up at home. He went to John's villa; John still hadn't returned, but Hades was well taken care of, especially since it cost 1000 usd a week.
After playing with Hades for a while, Johnny drove his car, the gray camaro ss, out for a spin.
This time, he didn't go to Chinatown.
Instead, he went to Mr. Song's Chinese restaurant because he thought the food there tasted good.
When Johnny arrived at Mr. Song's Chinese restaurant, the waitstaff, upon seeing him enter, subtly sent out the message that Johnny had arrived at the restaurant.
He ordered a few dishes and sat at a table further inside. As for why he didn't sit by the window?
That was because the last time Jackal had taken out Santino, it had left too deep an impression. What if he also had enemies? If they could take him out from a window, how tragic would that be?
While he was eating, he noticed a man in a suit walk in from outside. The man immediately locked onto Johnny's table.
Seeing the person who entered, Johnny was first startled, then realized, wasn't this the Mr. Song that John had mentioned?
"Ho ho, what an honor! Night Owl, the rising star of the assassin world, has actually come to dine at my humble establishment."
Mr. Song said, then sat down.
"If you're just here to congratulate me, then there's no need," Johnny said, eating his meal while looking at Mr. Song.
He was very clear that this man coming to find him was definitely not just to celebrate him.
"You, why are you so lacking in social graces?" Mr. Song smiled, but he didn't mind Johnny's attitude; in fact, he found it quite normal.
"It's like this: because you've recently emerged in the underground world, some people have noticed you and invited you to an event."
Mr. Song looked at Johnny with a smile, "Don't rush to answer. You have plenty of time to consider; tell me a month from now."
Mr. Song raised a hand to stop Johnny from replying, "Although I'm relaying this, there are some things I must remind you of: some invitations are not benevolent."
Only after saying this did Mr. Song wait for Johnny to ask a question.
"How much money?" At this moment, Johnny was quite calm, after all, he was now a man of some assets.
There was a neat 6 million usd in his account. Although this amount was nothing to high-level assassins, for Johnny, he had completely escaped the life of a poor nobody.
So, if it was just a small mission of 100,000 or 200,000, he really wasn't interested. It wasn't that he was arrogant, but his current strength was fully capable of handling higher-level missions.
"If you can win and complete the mission, you will receive a 5 million usd bonus."
Mr. Song answered very calmly.
"How much? 5 million?" Now it was Johnny's turn to be surprised. He had never expected such a high amount, and he also keenly heard another word: bonus.
If it were a mission or a commission, that word would never be used, but it was specifically 'bonus'.
Johnny's brows furrowed tightly, "If I heard correctly, you said 'bonus', not 'commission'?"
"Yes, this is a commission from a group of wealthy individuals to you assassins, and the requirement is specifically for rising star assassins, and they have released a list of candidates."
"Besides that, they will also invite some other people, such as athletes, or those who enjoy thrill-seeking activities."
Mr. Song truthfully relayed the information he knew. As for whether to go or not, that was Johnny's choice.
"I never thought Mr. Song also acted as a broker."
Johnny understood Mr. Song's words very well, and even teased him a bit.
"This is one of my businesses. John has also taken quite a few commissions I've sent him."
Mr. Song had nothing to hide about this. As a jack-of-all-trades in the dark world, he always had a hand in everything, and such commission referrals were naturally part of his services.
Johnny said nothing, just continued to eat quietly, while his mind pondered the true purpose of this so-called invitation.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, John also participated in a similar invitation back then. But don't rush, tell me whether you're going or not. You can go back and think about it carefully, or ask your master."
Mr. Song said this and then left. However, the moment he turned around, Johnny keenly noticed a golden 1911 hidden under his suit jacket.
"This guy isn't a simple character either," Johnny sighed, then continued to bury his head in his food. As for the question, that could wait; there was no rush.
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