The Supreme Soldier in the City-Chapter 564 - 575 Decisive Hitman

John Brown parked the car by the roadside, not far from the dock, and asked Alice Brown to wait in the car. Alice was quite worried and suggested going with John, but John dismissed the idea with a single sentence, "You’d just be a burden to me if you came, stay here."

Alice Brown was sensible enough to understand the weight of John’s words, but she felt extremely regretful at not being able to witness John Brown demonstrate his prowess firsthand. In the end, she could only obediently wait in the car.

There was a hill near the dock, with quite a few trees on it. Though not very tall, it was early September, and the foliage was dense, making John hard to spot as he hid among them.

On the slope, John observed the dock carefully. A speedboat was docked there, most likely belonging to the criminals. These thugs evidently planned to leave immediately by boat upon arrival, without lingering here. If he wanted to rescue the hostages, he needed to act before the speedboat departed, or sneak onto the boat; otherwise, once the boat started, catching up would be difficult.

And he had been here for a while already, with the two vans about to arrive, leaving him with very little time.

John Brown directly descended the hill, then openly headed towards the speedboat.

"Stop, this is a private speedboat." Two men at the dock immediately stopped John, faces filled with vigilance.

John cracked a small smile and said, "I want to rent a speedboat to go out to sea, name your price."

"We don’t rent; go somewhere else if you want to rent a speedboat," one of them said coldly, showing a fierce expression, hoping to scare John away. Meanwhile, the other reached towards his foot, revealing something under his shirt, clearly a gun.

The behavior of these two confirmed even more to John that this speedboat was tied to the thugs. He gritted his teeth, and said discontentedly, "Fine, if you don’t rent, you don’t rent. No need to be so nasty."

"Get lost!" One of them shouted again.

During this exchange, John had already closed the distance considerably, and suddenly sprang into action. The two barely had time to react before John had struck each on the neck.

Immediately, their bodies went limp, as if they were about to collapse to the ground. John swiftly stood between them, arms wrapping around their waists. Using his strength, he walked with them towards the speedboat, appearing as if he was meeting old friends, walking arm in arm.

"Baldy, why are you bringing a stranger over?" The moment John brought them onto the speedboat, two men met him with frowns.

But just as he finished speaking, John pressed forward, striking both men on the neck again. His movements were clean and swift, and neither made another sound, collapsing onto the deck.

John quickly scoped out the speedboat, finding only these four men on board. Without further ado, he stuffed them into the cabin, and took the liberty of donning their clothes as he stood by the rail.

In less than half a minute, the two vans arrived at the dock. Ten criminals disembarked, bringing seven hostages, with Helen Wilson among them.

There were no police here, not even anyone else. The criminals clearly relaxed, the hostages were no longer being held at gunpoint individually, but walked together, two men with guns behind them.

All seven hostages wore expressions of panic, the uncertainty of their fate leaving them at a loss, crying softly under the thugs’ warnings.

The group followed the gangway towards the speedboat, faces filled with joy and ease. Though not talking or laughing, they seemed unaware of any danger.

The first four got on the boat, followed by the hostages. They didn’t plan to abandon the hostages, perhaps as a precaution in case they encountered police at sea, using them as leverage to escape.

They saw John but didn’t notice he wasn’t one of theirs. First, John wore an accomplice’s clothes, second, he was on the boat, leading them to instinctively think he was their own. Mostly, they were relaxed, focused on the hostages, overlooking John.

They overlooked him, but Helen Wilson did not. She was constantly looking for an opportunity—no chance in the museum, or in the car, but here, she suddenly found a big one. She recognized from the speedboat, it was the Mysterious Figure, of course John Brown.

John Brown was formidable, and even with guns, these thugs were no match for him. Now, the most pressing issue was ensuring the hostages’ safety.

However, Helen Wilson was puzzled why John always appeared here. Perhaps he always followed her, ready to step in at times of danger.

Thinking that John followed her, her heart warmed, this rascal, despite being married, obviously cared deeply about her in times of trouble.

Normally, these thugs would lock hostages in the cabin, allowing John to act freely once they were confined.

That seemed their plan, someone soon ordered the hostages into the cabin. But then another voice said, "Boss, we’ve been tense for so long, we ought to relax. These girls aren’t bad, let the brothers have some fun."

The one called Boss was a burly man. He snorted, "We’re not out of danger yet. Wait till we’re in international waters, then do as you please."

"Boss, no worries, we’ve already ditched the cops. They’re too slow. By the time they realize we’re at sea, we’d be in international waters. Let the brothers have some fun now."

The Boss hesitated, then agreed reluctantly, "Alright, three at a time, the rest stay on guard."

"Oh yeah!" The thugs shouted excitedly, starting to grab five female hostages.

"Damn, I said three at a time!" The Boss roared furiously.

John Brown, having observed intently for an opportunity, finally saw one. As they went to seize the women, most tucked their guns away, only two held theirs without aiming at hostages.

The hostages screamed at hearing the thugs’ intentions, adding to the chaotic scene.

Although ruthless and meticulously planned, the thugs weren’t particularly strong in John’s eyes; weaker than mercenaries, this opportunity was enough.

John stomped the ground, lunging like a leopard, a fist and elbow striking the two armed thugs.

John held nothing back against these thugs, knocking them out of the boat, dead before hitting the water, unable even to scream.

John’s sudden action caught the thugs off guard, and in that brief moment, John resolved two more.

Helen’s reaction was swift too; she delivered an elbow to her adjacent thug’s chest. Despite some recent combat improvements, her foundation was weak, and while painful, it was neither fatal nor debilitating.

The skills John taught were lethal, but Helen learned to restrain, without John’s prowess or the brutal strength of the Queen Rose type, adept at subduing petty criminals hand-to-hand. Achieving John’s level was impossible.

The remaining thugs recovered, shouting as they reached for weapons. But John gave them no chance, flinging two stones which struck their heads like bullets, penetrating skulls, ending them.

He crashed into another thug, sending him flying, knocking another down; the latter had yet to draw his gun, already knocked out, showing John Brown’s immense force and killing the flipped thug instantly.

In an instant, John had killed eight thugs, leaving two, one held by Helen. Though not dominant, she prevented him from drawing.

Meanwhile, the Boss didn’t confront John but leapt overboard, plunging into the sea. This guy acted decisively, knowing he might harm a hostage or two, but would die there.