The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 439 - 446: So It’s You

Chapter 439: Chapter 446: So It’s You

John Brown loosened his grip, and the person in his hand immediately collapsed onto the ground. John Brown himself, however, turned around with difficulty, his face twisted, one hand instinctively reaching behind him as though trying to draw out the dagger.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the bar. Standing over six feet tall, with blonde hair, a bulky build, and eyes filled with the same look of hatred.

John had seen this person before—back when he was with Emily Lopez visiting that upscale neighborhood. He had noticed the foreign blonde man then, finding him vaguely familiar but unable to recall who he was at the time. Later, after his ambush, John had suspected this man and tried to track him down, but failed to locate him.

"Who... are you?" John forced a few words through gritted teeth, the muscles on his face twisting again, as though struggling to muster another breath.

The blonde man stopped three meters in front of John, his sinister gaze sweeping across John’s body. He spoke coldly in SSUP Country’s language, "You should remember John Miller in the K Jungle, right?"

"John Miller? Are you related to him?" John frowned slightly. Of course, he remembered John Miller in the K Jungle—a leader of a terrorist organization. John Miller was certainly terrifying, not only possessing exceptional martial arts skills but also being extremely shrewd and committing countless atrocities, all while being a headache for governments worldwide, who were unable to act against him.

That time, John worked with an elite multinational Green Beret force to chase John Miller into the K Jungle. The pursuit lasted three days, with heavy losses: over a dozen Green Berets and Miller’s forces wiped out. Finally, John found himself face-to-face with John Miller, killing him on the spot. Even though John emerged unscathed, it was one of his most grueling battles; he was nearly drained of energy by the time he took Miller down.

Joseph nodded, his gaze filled with hatred as he looked at John. He said, "Correct. I’m John Miller’s brother, Joseph. Michael Hall, I’ve been looking for you for years, and I will avenge my brother."

John, the second-in-command of Hawk Squad, had introduced himself to Lucy Campbell and the others as merely Hawk Squad’s number two while in the country. However, abroad, he had a renowned nickname—Michael Hall.

"I... can’t believe I didn’t find you back then..." John’s body swayed as if he wanted to say more, but his lips only moved slightly; no words came out before he toppled forward stiffly.

At this moment, Joseph leapt backwards sharply, his movements extraordinarily agile, then quickly retreated, shouting, "Michael Hall! This time, I couldn’t kill you, but I will definitely kill you in the future. I swear I will have my revenge!"

John’s body, which had initially seemed to fall forward, suddenly rebounded in midair. He wasn’t injured at all. Despite how soundlessly the dagger struck, John had sensed it. Instead of evading, he contracted the muscles in his shoulder, making it seem as though the dagger had pierced his back. In reality, it had been trapped between his arm and ribs, a deliberate tactic to lure Joseph out and slay him on the spot when he dropped his guard.

But Joseph was as sly as a fox. Even with John’s plan, he never dared to stay too close to John. When John lunged, Joseph somehow anticipated his move for a sneak attack, promptly escaping.

John didn’t pursue Joseph. His agility truly was remarkable; even with preparation, it wasn’t guaranteed that John could avoid his attacks. With Joseph slipping away so deftly, chasing him might prove futile.

However, if Joseph were to confront him directly, John was still confident he could slay him on the spot.

Turning around, John noticed the two men behind him, now lying lifeless on the ground, their lips tinged with black blood. They hadn’t been harmed by John; instead, they had committed suicide by ingesting poison.

Outside, the sound of police sirens broke the silence, causing John to furrow his brow. Clearly, someone else in the bar had called the cops. A scene with three dead bodies wasn’t ideal for meeting the police, so without hesitation, he bolted out of the bar.

Coming out of the bar, John saw two police cars parked at the entrance, with several officers rushing inside. Among them was Helen Wilson. John chose not to leave, wondering whether Joseph might have another trick up his sleeve targeting Helen. If that was the case, John couldn’t stand by idly.

However, nothing of the sort happened. The police conducted their investigation, and an ambulance arrived, though it proved futile, only to take away three bodies.

Only then did John leave. He hadn’t gone far when his phone rang—it was Helen calling.

John felt puzzled—why would Helen be reaching out at this moment? During the earlier fight, everyone in the bar had hidden away. Additionally, the bar’s lighting had been dim, and John had noticed that the security cameras were broken, so no footage of him should exist. Nobody should be able to recognize his face either.

"Joanne, why are you calling me?" John teased Helen, the same way he always did.

"John, where are you now?"

"I’m out wandering around. Missing me?"

"Yes! I miss you. Head to my place now—I’ll be back home in half an hour."

John quickly replied, "Joanne, I’m a married man now. I have to head home, or my wife will scold me."

"I don’t care whether you’re married or not. I want you to come over now. If you don’t, I’ll go talk to your wife myself," Helen said domineeringly.

"Alright, alright. I’ll come over," John surrendered.

John had been riddled with emotional troubles these past couple of days, feeling restless. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t want to see Helen. But Helen’s call at this time left him feeling slightly uneasy.

When he arrived at the Wilson Residence, John lay on the sofa for a while before Helen returned. After entering, she sat down next to him, staring intently.

John felt uncomfortable under her gaze, shielding his chest. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Helen said nothing, continuing to stare at John. He quickly sat up straight, shrinking back slightly, "Joanne, I didn’t provoke you, did I?"

Helen took a deep breath and said, "It’s nothing. I just encountered a major case tonight. I’m feeling a bit unsettled and wanted to talk to you."

"Major case? What kind of case?" John asked, playing dumb.

"A murder happened at M Bar—three people were killed."

John immediately replied, "Bars always have fights, though it’s rare for someone to die. This time, it seems like someone really went overboard."

"It wasn’t a brawl; it was a martial duel. These three people surrounded one man, but he killed them on the spot, not with guns, but knives and daggers—pure martial arts skills."

John sat upright, his eyes lighting up. "No way! I’m pretty skilled too. Knocking people down is one thing, but killing them—especially with three opponents—how is that even possible?"

Helen inwardly sneered at John. Judging by the scene and witnesses’ accounts, it was clearly John’s doing, yet he was still pretending.

Helen sighed and said, "With such a major case, the pressure on me is enormous. And since it’s true martial arts, it makes it all the more unusual. Can you help me analyze how to approach this case?"

John rolled his eyes and said, "You’re the cop; I’m not. How would I know?"

Helen silently cursed him again, shaking her head. "It’s different. You’re at least knowledgeable in martial arts. Do you have any insights about these top-tier fighters?"

"Top-tier fighters, huh..." John tilted his head thoughtfully, "Back in the military, I did encounter a few capable fighters. Their skills were pretty impressive—breaking bricks with bare hands and shrugging off point-blank gun threats—their prowess was undeniable."

Helen kicked John lightly. "I’m talking about real martial arts, not street performers."

"Then I wouldn’t know. The skills I learned in the military are simple and straightforward. What you’re describing sounds like something out of wuxia films—our forces don’t have people like that."

"Don’t play games. Remember that major smuggling case we busted? When his brother came seeking revenge, I was ambushed by their fighters. They had real martial arts skills—shockingly potent. If it hadn’t been for that mysterious figure helping me out, I’d have died. So, I fully believe in the existence of such martial artists." Helen said with a meaningful glance at John.

John felt that Helen was acting strangely tonight, as though she already suspected him of being that mysterious figure. Tilting his head, he looked at her and chuckled, "Joanne, you don’t think I’m that mysterious figure, do you?"

Helen hadn’t expected him to confront her directly, nearly nodding in admission before realizing that revealing his identity might make him avoid her in the future. With that in mind, she gave him a dismissive look and said, "Look at yourself. Do you think you could compare to that mysterious figure? You’re giving yourself way too much credit."

John felt puzzled by Helen’s response. If she really suspected him, she should have pursued the question further. But since she didn’t seem to believe it at all, what was her purpose in seeking him out tonight?