Chapter Eighteen New Mission

  "What about the letter?" Savoring a few bites of the snack Zhao Zhi had bought, Xie Xiuyun eyed Zhao Zhi and reached out to take back the letter.

  "What's the reply? It seems that old man didn't give a reply." Zhao Zhi, still innocently peeling grapes for Xie Xiuyun, hadn't noticed Xie Xiuyun's face changing color as she looked at him. Xie Xiuyun had written the secret letter to get in touch with her own people, but if Zhao Zhi didn't bring back a reply, wouldn't her secret letter be written in vain?

  "You're so big now, how can you be so careless with things? They received my letter over there, even if they didn't reply, they should have at least sent me a receipt. That's the rule, don't you understand?" Xie Xiuyun finally found Zhao Zhi's mistake and kept chattering away.

  His face turned black, Zhao Zhi threw down the grapes and turned his head to leave Xie Xi's room. I take care of your food and expenses, but you also want me to serve you? What kind of logic is this? Zhao Zhi sat alone in the study, fuming with anger. Ever since he brought this woman back, it seemed like he hadn't had a comfortable day. First, he helped deliver messages, inexplicably fought with an old man, and later almost got robbed by a thug. Alas, his life was tough!

  The extremely depressed Zhao Zhi could only lock himself in the study room to practice drawing his gun. As the saying goes: The fastest martial arts in the world are unbeatable. When Zhao Zhi was a mercenary, he got the nickname "Lightning" because of his fast movements, and his speed of drawing and firing his gun was extremely fast, which earned him this nickname. In fact, it has been proven that in critical moments, firing before the opponent can indeed save one's own life.

  Zhao Zhi started practicing drawing his gun 1000 times every night from the beginning of being a mercenary. In order not to reduce the sensitivity of his fingers on the trigger, Zhao Zhi also specially customized a small whetstone to slowly grind away the calluses on his fingers. After starting to use sniper rifles, he even slept with the rifle in his arms every night, just to find the so-called "gun feel".

  It's been several months since Zhao Zhi arrived in this era, and he hasn't had a chance to practice properly yet. His skills may have already deteriorated. He opened one of the drawers on his desk, which was filled with miscellaneous items, and pulled out the entire drawer. Underneath it, a hidden compartment suddenly appeared. The desk was custom-made for Zhao Zhi, with a hidden compartment under the drawer that contained a handgun, magazine, and bullets.

  He put on the double-shoulder gun bag sent by Hunter and practiced drawing his gun in the study. The guns were still the two M1911s that Hunter had given to Zhao Zhi, who liked this large-caliber handgun. Originally, Hunter had also brought several silenced handguns used by special agents, but Zhao Zhi didn't like their small caliber, so he took them back to Hunter.

  The M1911 series pistols have been in service with the US military until the end of World War II, and are still being issued to some units today, which is a testament to their reputation as one of the world's most famous handguns. Although they only hold 7 rounds, Zhao Zhi likes their large caliber: 0.45 inches (11.43 mm).

  Zhao Zhi had a unique skill, using a handgun to continuously shoot while advancing, and at the same time, he could replace the magazine of his gun at any moment to maintain uninterrupted firepower. Many mercenaries and even some special police officers can do this trick, but Zhao Zhi's speed was the fastest, he could pull the trigger 7 times in three seconds and complete the action of replacing the magazine. In actual combat, it is often only a few seconds that can decide a person's life or death, and it is precisely because Zhao Zhi has such skills that he can turn danger into safety several times.

  "Sir, Mr. Hunter has arrived, it seems he's looking for you on an urgent matter?" Su Mei knocked on Zhao Zhi's study door and only let Hunter in after getting a response.

  "Zhao, your little girl is really formidable, saying nothing would let me into your study room." And then he saw the burly Han Te directly snuggle into the sofa in the study room, muttering discontentedly.

  "A little girl, you and he are making a fuss. Speak up, what brings you to find me?" Zhao Zhi had already put away his pistol and casually tossed a Cuban cigar to Hante, taking one for himself as well. Ever since he got his hands on Huang Hanlin's private stash of money, Zhao Zhi had been treating himself well, his food, clothing, and lifestyle not being the best but also not something ordinary people could enjoy.

  He fondled the cigar clipper on the desk, Han Te clipped off the head of the cigar and roasted it with a lighter, but hesitated to speak. Looking at Han Te's hesitant expression, Zhao Zhi just smiled, but didn't break the silence either, and was engrossed in fiddling with his own cigar, plunging the study into silence for a while.

  "Zhao, there's something troublesome that needs your help. I won't ask for nothing, I'll pay you." Han Te saw that Zhao Zhi was ignoring him, so he anxiously begged Zhao Zhi. This task is too big, his subordinates can't handle it, now the only hope is to put pressure on Zhao Zhi.

  "Speak up, I'll listen," Zhao said, reclining in his lounge chair, leisurely puffing on a cigar. If he had a glass of Lafite in hand at that moment, it would be even more enjoyable.

  "I need you to retrieve something, it's a very dangerous mission. We've already lost over a dozen people and now it's all up to you, you're the best I've ever seen." Hanter's face was filled with helplessness, his entire handpicked team had been wiped out.

  "Where? When? What?"

  "Went to Beiping and found a German doctor named Schneider to retrieve 4 rolls of film"

  "Is that all?" Zhao Zhi sat up, if it was just that simple, how could Hunter have lost so many helpers.

  "Schneider has been captured by the Japanese troops stationed in Beiping, we only know where he is being held under house arrest, but our people can't get in." Zhao Zhi seemed uninterested, and Hunter didn't care about gentlemanly demeanor anymore, directly grabbing Zhao's arm, "Zhao, these few rolls of film are very important to me, if this mission fails, I'll be sent to Africa"

  "By the way, let's talk about my pay." Zhao Zhi pushed away Han Te and lay down again, asking leisurely.

  "The best weapon, full assistance from the Beiping Intelligence Point, and a reward of 10,000 dollars after the task is completed." Hante knew that Zhao Zhi was a generous spender, so the conditions he offered were quite reasonable.

  "Is there still an American warship anchored on the Huangpu River?" Zhao Zhi scratched his head a few times, and suddenly asked a question that wasn't really a question.

  "Yes, it is under maintenance"

  "I want 4 more American soldiers, fully armed" Zhao Zhi's mouth curled up, if you're going to play, then play big.

  "I'm asking you to go to Beiping like last time and steal back the film, what do you need soldiers for? I didn't send you to fight a war" Han Te's face was puffed up, with an angry look in his eyes as he glared at Zhao Zhi, looking just like a baby who had just been robbed of its toy.

  "This time is different from last time, if it doesn't work out, then just forget about it, you can go find someone else to help you." Zhao Zhi shrugged his shoulders in a rogue manner, with an air of indifference, he had already given up on Han Te.