Chapter 67: I Want a Divorce From You!

In this battle, winning was the only option, other than falling.

The second and the third brothers heard a sound. It was soft and faint, yet cleverly within their hearing range. It didn't seem like a sound made intentionally by someone, but in fact, it was done on purpose. It was Jack. In the darkness, Jack's eyes shone brightly.

"Be careful!" the second brother warned. "Understood!" Despite hearing the sound, they wouldn't act rashly. Both their instincts and the facts told them that the man with the quick reaction was no ordinary person.

At that moment, "Hmm!" A shadow fell from the not-so-high wall. The second brother was quick to react. Sensing the movement, he immediately fired towards the direction of the noise, but he was a fraction too slow. The shadow had already flipped over the wall and ran towards another direction. "Damn, this guy is as fast as a rabbit!" "Quick, after him!" shouted the second brother upon seeing this.

Jack knew in his heart. If he only let these two hear a sound, they would remain cautious and not approach, thus foiling his plan to lure them away. Therefore, he had to make an appearance, to let them spot him, and only then would they chase after him; otherwise, they wouldn't come any closer. Jack let out a sigh of relief. Exposing himself for a moment and then being spotted by the two was a very risky thing to do.

"Third brother, be careful! The boss said this guy is no ordinary person!" The third brother licked his lips and said, "So what if he is elite? We are elite too. I can't stand that attitude. We want to make it to the top hitman list in the beautiful country. This time is crucial. We must complete it beautifully. Second brother, you don't have confidence in yourself, a mere bodyguard, how could he possibly..." Clearly, compared to the second brother, the third one was somewhat more arrogant.

The second brother squinted his eyes, running and pondering at the same time. They both climbed over the wall and chased after him. "Big brother, I suspect we've been tricked!" the second brother slowly said. "Tricked?" the eldest brother spoke through a small communicator. "I and the third brother are chasing Diana's bodyguard. We cannot guarantee whether Diana's bodyguard intentionally lured us here, so we continue to chase. Big brother and the fourth, you guys look for that Diana woman in this vicinity!" said the second brother. "I understand. Be careful, we don't have much time!" said the eldest brother slowly.

The gunshot alarmed the nearby residents, but no one dared to come out. Diana heard the sound of the gunshot as well. She hid in a dead corner of the alley, her big eyes shining brightly. She didn't sit by idly but rather, her mind worked at a rapid pace, thinking. She was counting the time!

Jack ran a few steps and then stopped. This residential area was quite secluded, with scant lighting. Under the dim lights, he looked into the distance. He didn't move but waited. "These people are really crazy!" Jack muttered to himself. A normal hitman, would have run immediately after failing to hit the target, but these hitmen, chose not to do so. They even dared to chase. "I must quickly deal with these two!" Jack thought to himself. If he didn't resolve them quickly... Diana would be in danger.

Thinking this, Jack placed his hand on his waistband. But upon further thought, he shook his head, glancing into the distance, his ears slightly moving. He could hear some sounds, imperceptible to ordinary people, but he could hear some, a training different from normal people.

So, he climbed the wall. One second. Two seconds. In the third second— Bang! A gunshot rang out. The second brother had suddenly fired a shot towards the mouth of the alley the moment he appeared. However, Jack was standing on top of the wall. He saw the second brother fire, and quickly jumped down. "Be careful!" shouted the third brother, he rapidly drew his gun, ready to pull the trigger towards Jack.

But that shot was never fired. Because Jack's legs had wrapped around the second brother's neck, bending over, the second brother became his shield. At such close distance, the third brother dared not shoot blindly, and the opportunity was in this critical moment. Jack's legs tightened, and the second brother's eyes darkened; he passed out instantly.

"Second brother!" Seeing this, the third brother didn't care much, he fired a shot. It wasn't to kill Jack but to intimidate. Jack's expression remained unchanged, seizing the opportunity, he forcefully threw the second brother's body towards the third brother. The third brother was put into a very difficult position. If he caught the second brother's body, Jack would definitely seize the opportunity. He dared not shoot because Jack threw the second brother's body at him. The third brother gritted his teeth. He chose to dodge.

At least if he dodged, he could react as fast as possible and choose to kill Jack. As for the life and safety of the second brother, he would no longer care. In the world of assassins, there is no such thing as emotion. They are like snakes; snakes show no mercy to their enemies, nor to their own kin and friends. Of course, they don't have lovers or friends in their eyes.

The third brother chose to pull the trigger the moment he dodged, aiming to kill Jack. But right then, something struck his hand. There was a snap; despite his efforts to hold onto the gun, it still fell to the ground. Jack rushed over and kicked the gun away. The third brother quickly stepped back, keeping his eyes on Jack. He sensed danger from this unremarkable-looking man, who seemed very formidable. Although their own shooting skills were not precise, they had prepared for this assassination for a long time to climb the hitman list in the beautiful country by killing Diana.

Jack was also eyeing the third brother, looking for an opportunity. "Who are you?" Jack narrowed his eyes. "Your killer!" replied the third brother. Jack responded with a slight smile. These men had guns, but their physical skills weren't much to speak of. They were nothing compared to the old fox and his comrades he had encountered before. They had planned a well-thought-out assassination. If it had been successful during the car ride, Diana would have been killed, and they could have made a spectacular escape. Too bad Jack had seen through their plan.

The third brother eyed the gun that Jack had kicked away, feeling insecure without it. It was during this brief moment that Jack made his move. He stepped forward and threw a punch at the third brother. The third brother instinctively stepped back and threw a punch in defense. "Bang!" The punch hit his arm. The third brother quickly backed away, but Jack's fists didn't stop. After a flurry of seven or eight punches, there was a crunch from the third brother's arm. Unable to withstand the fast punches, he attempted to counterattack using his years of experience. But as he turned, his vision darkened.

Snap! The third brother's body fell to the ground, unconscious like the second brother. Jack took a deep breath and glanced in Diana's direction with furrowed brows. He picked up the gun from the ground and quickly disappeared into the night. Silence. It was quiet here. The eldest and the fourth brother arrived together in the dark of night, quickly searching through each alley. It seemed like time was passing quickly, but in reality, from start to finish, it had only been four minutes. Considering the traffic in Houston, it was not easy for the police to arrive swiftly.

Intuition told Diana that her situation was precarious. With a furrowed brow, Diana finally bit the bullet and shouted at the top of her lungs, "So you think you're right after all, do you? You've been out playing mahjong until now, coming home drunk after losing money and taking it out on me. Can't you do anything else?" "Look at how wimpy you are!" "I'm telling you, Jack, if you dare to go out and play mahjong again starting today, I won't live with you anymore!" "You..." "You dare to hit me!"

Diana's voice was convincingly desperate, like that of a wife who had been pushed too far. "Jack, I'm telling you, I'm done with you today. After this, I am definitely divorcing you. Just wait, I'll show you I can still live without you!" Diana's shout was loud, like a woman quarreling with her husband and full of grievances, like a woman left out in the cold who lashes out in fury. If there were a performance to follow, she would likely throw off her high heels and have a go at thin air.

Diana said this entirely to disrupt the looming danger and to signal Jack—because only Jack would recognize her voice; the assassins did not. At least, the assassins would hesitate, wondering if it was a couple fighting or if Diana was feigning it. This contemplation would halt their advance.

Jack frowned tightly—he had been doing his utmost to rush to Diana's location. What was that woman shouting for? She was loud enough for him to hear. Jack felt anxious. Was the woman signaling danger to him, or was it something else? Go ahead and scream. But drag me into it? Making it sound like he was the problem.

He couldn't spare time to think. He sprinted through the dark night. The eldest and the fourth indeed gradually approached Diana, which wasn't far from her own dangerous intuition. At that moment, they heard Diana's theatrical shouting. They didn't recognize Diana's voice straight away, initially thinking it was just the sound of a couple fighting. At least the woman's voice was very angry.