The driver was by no means an ordinary person. At this moment of life and death, although his sight did not capture Jack's movement, he still relied on the weight of the car body and the feeling he was driving... and noticed that there were more people on the roof.

However, it is useless to notice it.

If he had a gun in his hand, it would undoubtedly be a good opportunity to attack Jack at this moment.

Unfortunately, he didn't.

There was no gun hidden in his body and in the car, nor any other weapons; this was what Olivia meant, because the person he was going to pick up today was a god of killing, and there were many inappropriate things if he brought a weapon.

Although the driver had already planned to betray Olivia, he could not be exposed before the plan was successful... or especially before the plan was successful.

Therefore, he strictly abides by the orders--with nothing.

At present, the best way he could think of was to "turn Jack down" with his driving skills.

However, just as he made up his mind and was about to turn the steering wheel...

"Ah!" He screamed for two reasons.

First, he saw Jack's face in the rearview mirror; second, Jack's hand... had already grabbed his neck.

Just like when "geting on the roof", the driver could not see Jack's process in the car; it was as if, in a blink of an eye, the person was already there.

"Accelerate." Jack did not talk nonsense to him and made a request directly.

The driver is an old man. He has experienced many times when he is threatened like this. So, after the initial shock, he quickly calmed down and analyzed to himself: "He will not do anything... He knows very well that the car is still under my control. If he twists my neck, the car will lose control and hit the shoulder of the road... The car accident is what he most unwilling to see. Staying in the car will be affected, and escaping will be exposed to the muzzle of the sniper rifle again."

After calculating the accounts, the driver was a little calmer; he did not accelerate as Jack said, but just maintained the current speed and tried to stabilize the other party: "Mr. Anderson... I know you will not do it..."

After he finished speaking the half sentence, Jack tear his throat with three fingers before the content of the bargaining was released.

Then, the car got out of control.

But it didn't get out of control for too long... In just a few seconds, the door next to the driver's seat was opened, and a body that was still twitching and had a torn throat was kicked out and rolled to the side of the road.

Then, after a slight shaking and slowing down, the car returned to stability and began to accelerate.

I have to say that Jack... has indeed changed.

Become kind.

In the past, he would never say "acceleration" to the driver, he would do what he should do directly.

But now, he would rather bear the time loss and variable risks associated with "making requests and waiting for feedback", and give the other party a chance to survive.

Although... the other party did not cherish that opportunity in the end.

Bang--

At the same time, the third bullet came.

It seems that the sniper has not given up yet. After witnessing the driver being thrown out of the car, he immediately began to shoot at the driver's seat of the taxi.

This person's shooting skills are beyond doubt. When he hits a static target, he shot the head and was also very accurate when he hits a high-speed moving target.

As the gunshot was heard, the taxi windshield was shattered with a "bang" sound, and a big hole was made in the back of the driver's seat.

But Jack was still unscathed...

He did not hesitate or panic, and he continued to step on the accelerator with the oncoming cold wind like a knife, heading towards the sniper.

As early as the moment Olivia was shot in the head, Jack had already determined the direction and distance of the sniper through ballistics and gunfire; he knew that the other party was using a gun with a very long range, and the bullets did fly from a very far place... After all, Olivia is not an ordinary person, and the place she chose to meet was extremely broad. If she wanted to successfully attack her, she could only do it from a place far beyond the limit of ordinary people's eyesight.

And this distance, in a sense, has also become the lifeline of the sniper.

Bang--

A few seconds later, the gun rang again.

In the past few seconds, the sniper had obviously thought of something clearly; so, this fourth shot was no longer a human, but a car...

Maybe Jack himself was so fast that he could dodge the bullets, but the car he drove was not good.

From the time the bullet is out of the borehole to Jack reacting, it may only take a few seconds at a time, but it will take at least one or two seconds to turn the steering wheel, wait for the tire to deflect, and then wait for the body to actually move.

The result was obvious that the taxi tire was blown up by this shot, and the body of the car instantly lost balance. At super fast speed, the suspension in front of the left and the ground came into contact with the car, and the car bounced and flew up.

However, this still doesn't hurt Jack...

When the car turned over in mid-air, he broke the remaining windshield in an extreme position that was accurate to the tip of the head and drilled out. His feet were just lightly tapping the ground, and easily removed the inertia. Then, he bowed his head and bent down, allowing the car to fly over his head and stand firmly.

And the taxi that was turning upside down and sliding forward was shot again...

The gun hit the fuel tank.

In an instant, the flames, heat flow and shock waves generated by the explosion bloomed more than ten meters ahead of Jack; the next shot of the sniper had also quietly attacked under the cover of the explosion.

However, even in this situation, Jack still flashed the bullet...

He didn't even move a step, but just tilted his head in a very casual movement, and the bullet just flew over a few centimeters from his cheek.

After this shot, the sniper calmly chose to retreat.

At this point, anyone who is still rational must run away; this is not a matter of marksmanship or courage, but the performance of the target is too absurdity, and if the gunman continues to attack, he will doubt his life.

Taking advantage of the fact that the distance between the two was still hundreds of meters and Jack's transportation was ruined, run away quickly, if you don't run away... maybe you won't be able to escape.

On Jack's side, after flashing the last bullet, he waited for a moment. After the aftermath of the explosion subsided, he was basically sure that the other party had retreated.

Since he might not be able to catch up with him, there was no need for Jack to waste his energy. He simply bypassed the burning car wreckage and walked forward along the road.

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It is difficult to see cars in the suburbs of Naples at around 5 a.m.

Jack walked for a long time before he met one.

It is sometimes a good thing to look ordinary and ordinary. If you look like a perverted murderer, the truck driver may not dare to carry you...

Anyway, at around 5:30, Jack successfully caught a ride toward the textile factory.

There are many factories there, and Jack was on a truck that went to the printing factory to pick up goods. Because it was an empty truck and was in the suburbs, it drove naturally and quickly, and Jack arrived at his destination in less than 20 minutes.

Until he was put down, the truck driver was still telling the story of seeing the burning car wreck on the way to come. It was obvious that the work was really boring.

After saying goodbye to this guy, Jack walked along a country trail for another five minutes before coming to the door of the textile factory.

The old factory is full of marks of time, and the muddy roads in front of the factory and the old trees covered with red leaves on both sides of the road seem to be telling some long-lasting memories.

Although it is already the 23rd century, this textile factory does not have much electronic information reconstruction. It still maintains the style of the mid-twentieth century, and some equipment is still in the design of more than two hundred years ago.

There is no such product that can be produced at the press of a button and is produced from a fully automatic production line.

Some of them here... are just some things produced from outdated and old tools with uneven completion levels.

Under this differentiated production model, the fine products, the best products... and the craftsman spirit passed down with it are probably the soul and charm of traditional craftsmanship.

Jack stood quietly at the gate of the textile factory for a while, before walking forward and knocking on the doorman's external window.

"Who?" After knocking for a while, the person on duty in the doorman opened the small window and rubbed his eyes and responded impatiently.

"I'll look for Giuseppe Gallo." When Jack replied to this, the man inside just saw his face clearly.

Then, the person who was looking at the door woke up instantly from a sleepy state, and was so awake that he shivered...

"No...no..." Two seconds later, he hesitated to reply.

"Not this person?" Jack completed the lines for the brother who suddenly stuttered in front of him.

But the concierge...he heard this sentence and immediately did not dare to answer the conversation.

Logically speaking, he should have answered "No this person", but this is a killing god in front of him. If the other party follows the trend, "Since that's the case, then I'll let this person become absent", who should be counted on this matter?

"You...you wait first..." After a brief but fierce ideological struggle, the concierge decided to find someone who could handle this matter to solve the problem.

After saying this, "Wait", he picked up the phone on the table with his trembling hand, turned around, lowered his voice and reported to his superiors.

In less than two minutes, the door opened. Behind the door were the solemn Aradino and Sandro, who were undoubtedly here to welcome Jack.

Jack didn't talk to them anything, but just walked into the factory silently under the guidance of the two.

As he walked through the factory, the corridor, and all the places where there were people... everyone stopped their work and turned their heads to look at him.

Jack was still the same and had no special reaction, as if these people did not exist at all.

His words were harsh and his laughter was harsh.

His men also laughed with his ridicule. Except for Aladdino sneering, the other three laughed exaggeratedly.

It seems that indirectly insulting Jack by insulting Angel, this group of people is very satisfied.

"yes."

However, a few seconds later, Jack actually replied with such a word in a natural tone.

As he finished speaking, the smile on Galo's face suddenly disappeared, and his men stopped laughing.

"What did you say?" Gallo's face burst into blue veins. He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "I, no, listen, clear."

"Whatever she says, is what you have." Jack looked directly at Gallo's hideous face and replied coldly, "She said there is one dollar, I will ask you to hand over one dollar today; she said there is one million, I will ask you to hand over one million..." He paused, "If she really said she lost a box of diamonds, you would burn yourself and your subordinates into carbon, and then grab the diamonds for me from the carbon, and you would have to get a box of them to hand over to me."
Chapter completed!