Chapter 7, due to the blowing, it was quite severe

Soon, the cross would cast aside this moment of awkwardness; he was a top assassin, with a thick skin... ahem, possessing exceptional psychological resilience. He donned a smile reminiscent of when he met an old friend and took the initiative to engage Russell in conversation

As the phone ringtone sounded, Russell glanced at the number displayed, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth, revealing a composed expression, and after answering, he placed the phone to his ear

The talent to become a top assassin

Cross : `` ... ... ''

not even a credit card

Russell feels justified in using his driver's license for himself. From the perspective of Americans, East Asians have very low facial recognition distinctiveness, essentially having one face. If you put Dong X Damu and the duo of Jay Chou and Zhang Zhou together, they would definitely not be able to recognize them.

Russell: "... ..."

Because of the screenwriter and the director

Russell: "... ..."

If I am not mistaken..." At this point, the Cross paused for a moment, glanced at Russell, and continued, "One of your parents must be a top assassin, and your talent stems from that.

Bar

Russell: "... ..."

"It is no surprise that you have not heard of it; even a genius requires 10 years to learn how to curve a bullet and 20 years to master such skills at will"

What a coincidence, I was just thinking of having a drink

The voice of the cross remained deep, hoarse, and magnetic. He said coldly, "Damn it, I have been looking for you for two hours and still couldn't find you. Where have you been hiding?"

The appearance of the man was as unremarkable as his voice, with a slightly disheveled stubble that gave off a sense of despondency. He wore a gray denim jacket, showing no particular distinction. Yet, this seemingly melancholic middle-aged man was, in fact, the world's top assassin, and no one could escape his assassination.

After finishing dinner, Russell crossed two streets to arrive at the bar. Under the speechless gaze of the staff, he left a tip of 10 dollars and ordered a glass of ice water

The little delinquents helplessly came to a stop, looking at each other, and finally, with great experience, pressed their hands against the wall and formed a line. In the great American empire, this is a fundamental survival skill, not surprising at all

No, that is all your imagination

The Cross does not explain the way: "Ninja Turtles ... ... Who is that?"

Russell: "... ..."

The young Black man smiled even more broadly, his mouth wide open, revealing his back molars: "That's great! A few of us are planning to go to the bar, but we don't know the time. If you could tell us, we would take you along and treat you to a drink."

... ...

Which of your eyes can tell that I am a natural-born killer? If you dare to speak nonsense again, do you believe I will elbow you!

The remaining ruffians, sensing that the situation was dire, turned to flee; however, before they could take more than two steps, they heard Russell's fierce shout.

Russell expresses his gratitude once again for his proficiency in English; otherwise, with his level of English, which could be described as 'blowing to death, pulling to death, Ikes to death, and dying white and suffering,' he would never be able to converse fluently with the cross.

You may have misunderstood something

... ...

The two engaged in awkward small talk for a while, and then the Cross brought the conversation to the main topic: "I saw your fight on the rooftop, it was spectacular, something an ordinary person could not achieve... you are very talented!"

Russell internally provided an answer, yet his face displayed a look of confusion: "Why?"

This should be our first formal meeting. Allow me to introduce myself; I am the Cross, and you may refer to me as such

"Brother, we mean no harm, we just want to ask for the time, could you please move the gun?" The young Black man was on the verge of tears; their intentions were simple, they just wanted to borrow the car for a while and then sell it afterward to make some pocket money

Russell nodded slightly, he roughly understood the meaning of the cross, for a top assassin, what flows in their veins is not blood, but adrenaline

Russell was speechless; the world he inhabited was that of the film "Assassin's Guild / Wanted." The current timeline was set in the early 2000s. In this world, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were still young and had not yet achieved the three-time MVP status, so it was likely that no one knew who they were.

He was not worried about the cross not being able to find him; the top assassin would certainly find it easy to locate a novice like him

Whoever runs the fastest, I will shoot at them

Are you puzzled as to why bullets can curve and why the physical capabilities of humans can be strong enough to leap over buildings?" Seeing that Russell remained silent, the cross continued to speak

Russell

As time passed second by second, Russell drank two glasses of ice water, yet his expression remained calm. He exhibited an air of composure and tranquility, demonstrating a lack of urgency or impatience. He was aware that the cross was certainly watching him in the shadows, so he needed to cultivate an aura of a master to facilitate the upcoming meeting

The cross chuckled twice, revealing a meaningful smile: "No, a genius needs 20 years, but you are different; you are a born killer"

The cross is quite awkward; previously, there was a solemn vow to find Russell, yet only an empty pickup truck was discovered. If it were not for Russell providing the address of the bar, he would still be wandering aimlessly on the street

Russell smiled as he opened the car door, silently reciting the use of 'Item Card: M 9'. Consequently, as the car door swung open, the young black man found a gun pressed against his forehead and began to step back slowly.

It seems that I was right in my guess

These are small techniques in negotiation, simple and practical, that can easily help one gain the initiative

I apologize, you mean no harm, but I do!" Russell's smile remained: "Empty your pockets, each person has only one chance. If I find anything hidden during my search, who knows, I might get angry and my gun could go off.

Russell was taken aback and speechless upon hearing this. His parents were indeed killers, but unfortunately, their daily routine involved playing mahjong and collecting rent, which was far from the top tier.

This is a technique, a technique for developing the inner potential of humanity. With rigorous training, you too can achieve it

Are you referring to The Lord of the Rings? I thought you would mention the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

The cross raised the ice water and took a sip, explaining: "When you are on the top floor, at your most dangerous moment, do you not feel as if you have entered a wondrous state? Your heart races wildly, the flow of air is distinctly perceptible, and your opponent appears to be moving in slow motion before your eyes... You need not deny it; I see it very clearly. At the critical moment, you succeeded."

The delinquents muttered their misfortune, resigned and dejected, each pulling out coins, knives, driver's licenses, and other items from their pockets. After Russell drove them away, he began to sift through the ground, finding a pile of coins with the largest denomination being 20 US dollars, totaling 80 US dollars after discarding the coins.

With a raised eyebrow, the cross said: "Russell, that name sounds like someone who plays basketball, the superstar center from the Celtics"

Ding ding ding ~ ~ ~ ding ding ding ~ ~ ~

Russell pretended to think, his brow furrowed: "It sounds quite easy, but I have never encountered such a person before, hmm, I haven't even heard of them!"

Russell shrugged his shoulders: "20 years... this is truly an exaggerated number. If it were me, I would definitely have no chance; I couldn't hold on for that long"

Russell exclaimed, then picked up a folding knife. To his surprise, he stumbled upon an Asian driver's license, which appeared to belong to a young man with a submissive face, likely a college student who was often bullied by this group of delinquents

It is now 8 PM, and Russell spent 10 US dollars at the KFC to have dinner. To be honest, the meal was so large that he could not finish it.

The cross was lowered into the ice water, and in a lowered voice, it was said: "Your heartbeat exceeds 400 beats per minute, flooding your blood with a large amount of adrenaline, allowing you to observe and react faster than the average person. This is an innate gift, possessed by only a few individuals in the world, and they are all the top assassins. Do you understand this explanation?"

The music in the bar is soft, and many people gather here after work, calling friends to join them. Russell found a corner and waited for the arrival of the cross.

Russell took over the conversation: "What talent?"

Twenty minutes later, the weary cross arrived at the bar according to the address given by Russell, with two big men each holding a glass of ice water, both wearing expressions of speechlessness

The cross smiled gently, and the fish took the bait

Russell: "... ..."