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I admire your courage.
“But you just said,” Jett reminded him, “that anyone who dares to pull the trigger on you will not live.”
"That's right, but you didn't pull the trigger."
These casual words left Jet completely stunned.
After a long pause, a complex and unspeakable bitter smile appeared on his face. He shook his head and said, "Seriously... I give up."
Putting my mother aside, this is the first time in my life I've admired someone so much.
He took a deep breath, as if making a major decision, and solemnly said, "Fox, if you ever need someone to do any tiring work that you can't do yourself, you can come to me anytime."
My current address is 3-4-3-Hibunkaya, Meguro Ward, at the Nikaido residence.
Qingze turned around and pointed in the direction of the girl lying on her side: "Then, you're in charge of untying the ropes on the girl inside."
After saying that, he didn't linger. He walked straight to the balcony of the living room, and with a leap, he disappeared into the night as if he had blended into the darkness.
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Chapter 126 Night Talk
The night was as dark as ink, turning the residential streets of Tokyo into a somber blue-black.
Suzuko Nikaido sat alone in the driver's seat, a slender lady's cigar between her fingers.
She wasn't exactly a smoker, but she was particularly fond of the languid and alluring atmosphere of cigar smoke slowly being exhaled from her lips.
To be honest, she felt she was exceptionally charming at that moment.
Of course, she would never reveal this somewhat narcissistic thought to anyone.
Her gaze fell on the street corner where Jett had disappeared, and she silently calculated the time in her mind.
If the wait exceeds a certain time limit, she will drive away without hesitation.
Too much delay often means that something unexpected will happen, and dealing with unexpected events is not within the scope of her duties as an intelligence merchant.
Although she also carried a gun at her waist, was a sharpshooter, and was quite skilled in hand-to-hand combat, her life motto was always: if you can use words, never use your fists; if you can avoid fighting, never get involved.
Doing it yourself is considered an "extra service" and will cost extra.
Jeter, that penniless guy, obviously couldn't afford that premium.
She gently exhaled a puff of smoke, which shattered against the glass car window.
Through her blurry vision, she saw Jett's figure reappear under the streetlights.
To her surprise, he wasn't with Tomita Makoto, but with a little girl who looked only eleven or twelve years old, wearing a school uniform and with messy long hair.
What's happening here?
A hint of surprise flashed across Nikaido Suzuko's eyes as she pressed the window control button.
As Jett approached, she raised an eyebrow and said in a slightly mocking tone, "What? You've decided to switch careers and become an assassin, starting a Japanese version of 'Léon: The Professional'?"
"I can not understand what you say."
Jett frowned.
Although he was an American, he had never seen the classic movie; he simply reported the situation truthfully: "Pattin was killed by the fox."
It was the fox who told me to bring this little girl out.
"We don't speak the same language, and I didn't know what to say to her."
Upon hearing the word "fox," Nikaido Suzuko's expression changed slightly, but she didn't rush to ask for details. Instead, she turned her gaze to the quiet little girl and asked gently in Japanese, "Little girl, do you know how to get home by yourself?"
"I know..."
The little girl nodded timidly, her voice barely audible.
A night breeze blew by, and the little girl's thin body trembled violently, like a candle flickering in the wind; she looked extremely pitiful.
Seeing this, Nikaido Suzuko's eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness. She sighed and said, "Get in the car. I'll take you to Shibuya Station. You can take the train home from there."
"Okay, okay..."
The little girl answered softly, as if raising her voice would bring about her death.
Suzuko Nikaido then looked at Jett again and asked, "You didn't fight the fox?"
"They've clashed."
A complex expression crossed Jet's face as he sighed, "I didn't even have a chance to fire."
"He didn't kill you?"
"This is the composure of the strong."
Jet gave a wry smile.
It's like a cat catching a mouse; sometimes it will play with it, and sometimes it might even let it go.
But if a mouse has the chance to kill a cat, it will never have any intention of playing tricks.
Because the failure of the weak often means death.
"Oh."
Suzuko Nikaido responded, then said thoughtfully, "So, you're planning to give up on hunting the fox?"
"Yes, but I won't be leaving Tokyo for the time being."
Jett's tone hardened. "Whatever the reason the fox let me go."
None of that can change the fact that I owe him my life.
As human beings, we should always know how to repay kindness.
He paused for a moment, then continued, "Don't worry, I won't eat or stay here for free."
If you have any other information on bounty hunters, just let me know.
As for jobs like being a bodyguard for the powerful and wealthy, forget it. I'm afraid I might lose control and shoot them.
With Jeter's superb marksmanship, he would never be living in such poverty if he were willing to humble himself.
But he has a deep-seated aversion to the so-called "powerful and wealthy".
He always believed that his mother's tragedy was inextricably linked to the indifference of those people and the failure of policies.
His hometown, Auburn, was once a thriving industrial town.
But when capital shifted to more profitable financial games and "deindustrialization" was promoted, Auburn quickly became part of the "Rust Belt".
This led to his mother being unable to find a decent job, and she was eventually forced down a wrong path, consumed by gangs and drugs.
Every time Jett is about to give in to reality, he thinks of that night.
The emaciated mother stretched out her trembling hand and said weakly, "Jett, let Mommy hug you one more time... Mommy can't go on..."
This memory always helped him grit his teeth and get through the most difficult times.
Suzuko Nikaido frowned slightly upon hearing this, but considering the value of Jet's superb marksmanship, she decided to give him some more room to buy on credit.
“Okay,” she nodded, “Let’s get on the bus first and take this little girl to the station.”
……
After dropping the little girl off at Shibuya Station and giving her enough money for her trip home, the two drove back to their home in Beibunya.
Upon entering, Jet immediately stuffed all the cash he had looted from Tomita Makoto into Nikaido Suzuko's hands before returning to his bedroom to rest.
Although he is often in debt, he is by no means a defaulter. Whenever he has money, he will prioritize repaying it rather than using it for enjoyment.
Nikaido Suzuko didn't seem to mind that the money came from the dead.
In her line of work, money is money; whether it's stained with blood or mud doesn't matter.
She carefully counted the money, discarding some loose change and rounding it up to a total of 180,000 yen.
Batian, that guy, isn't doing so well either.
She silently complained to herself.
Then, she took out her phone from her bag and skillfully dialed a number.
The phone was answered after only one ring, and a seductive female voice came through the receiver: "Lingzi, is today's work done?"
"Yes, Chizuru."
Suzuko Nikaido relaxed her body, leaned back into the living room sofa, and elegantly crossed her legs. "Do you remember that sharpshooter Jet I mentioned to you?"
He encountered a fox today.
"He won?"
Chizuru Tsukishima's voice carried a perfectly timed hint of surprise.
"how is this possible?"
Nikaido Suzuko chuckled, "He lost."
Interestingly, the fox didn't kill him.
It seems that the X2 potion didn't have a significant negative impact on his personality.
"Is he really a cyborg?"
"All the intelligence I have gathered so far points to this conclusion."
Nikaido Suzuko paused, then added, "As for whether he belongs to a certain country, such as Xia, it's hard to say."
Some of my friends in the Xia Kingdom's intelligence circle have also been asking me about the fox.
Russia is also paying close attention.
As an intelligence broker operating in the gray area, it's perfectly normal for her to have connections with certain foreign intelligence agencies.
She felt no remorse for "selling out" her country's intelligence.
In her view, those bigwigs sitting in the Prime Minister's residence or Congress have been selling out national interests to the United States for years.
Why should they be able to betray others, yet be expected to have a patriotic heart?