Chapter 161
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Minetta Street, No. 34 Homestay.
Zhang Jue sat opposite Will Smith, who had returned to his normal attire.
Smith looked at him warily.
Zhang Jue, on the other hand, was unscrupulously sizing up the place where he had landed.
It was a five-story building. When he came up, he checked carefully. There was no one living downstairs. He didn't know how Smith found this place.
"How did you know it was me?"
Smith asked after looking at each other for a while. He thought his disguise skills were not bad.
However, Zhang Jue didn't think so.
"Your level of disguise is too low. You tried to cover up the injury on your leg with a limp, and you tried to cover up the smell of blood on your body with alcohol. These are all very unsuccessful methods. For a professional, the smell of blood is really … hmm … too unique. Even if you covered your whole body with feces, I would still be able to tell."
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Will Smith wanted to say that he would rather die than do that.
Zhang Jue smiled, "And when the police came, you left immediately because you didn't want to give a statement. That would expose your identity. As for why you took the risk to go to the bank, it should be to get the thing you left for Simons. If I'm not wrong, it's money, right?"
Zhang Jue said a lot, and most of it was true. However, what made Smith more concerned was that Zhang Jue mentioned his friend.
"You know Simons?" Smith asked.
"Yes, my name is Zhang Jue. I'm Simons' colleague and a good friend." Zhang Jue said, "So I'm also your friend, right?"
Smith frowned, "Why are you here? You should know that I'm in a dangerous situation."
Zhang Jue leaned against the back of the chair and crossed his legs, calm and unruffled.
"If I said that I'm here to help you get out of danger, would you believe me?"
Zhang Jue's appearance was mysterious and unfathomable. Smith could not see through his depth.
However, Smith knew that this young man was no ordinary person.
In the bank, he took care of all the robbers with his bare hands.
His technique was clean and neat. Even Smith at his peak couldn't do it.
Of course, it would be a different story if they were in the jungle.
"So, come with me. I promise that I'll take you to a safe place. No one will hurt you." Zhang Jue guided him.
Smith snorted, "Even if I believe you, do you have the ability?"
Smith knew that the people who wanted to kill him had a strong background. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to stop them. even Dubon couldn't protect him.
In other words, there was no place for him in the whole of Mei.
Zhang Jue was just about to say something when he suddenly stopped.
Smith's ears Zhang Jue's ears twitched..
"Someone's coming up. Two in front and four behind," Zhang Jue said. "I don't think they're your friends."
This was nonsense.
Smith frowned slightly.
Those people must be here again. They just wouldn't go away.
His right leg was injured and he couldn't use any strength.
He limped to his bed and took out the gun that had been with him for years. He walked to the window and looked down at the street through the gap in the curtains.
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