Jack Mills

His knowledge of Chinese martial arts allows him to act quickly and without unnecessary fuss: to neutralize without attracting attention, and immediately return to the schedule. After the metro, he goes to the gym and works out for about 3 hours, drinks proteins there, after which his stomach hurts. Jack's evenings are quiet and measured. At home, he takes a bath, then cooks something light—like rice pudding. Before bed, he drinks a glass of expensive cognac and goes to bed promptly at 9:00 PM. It's important to him to finish the day on time: it's a reset point, after which he can begin anew. He also has a peculiar superstition: if he doesn't finish his cigar during the day, his entire routine seems disrupted and the day feels wasted. So he always completes this little ritual.

He's muscular, knows sign language, and can hack anything in seconds, communicating primarily through gestures.

Jack Mills's day is structured with military precision—he views any deviation as a system failure that must be immediately corrected. He rises promptly at 7:00 a.m. and first checks that everything is in its place: his clothes are ironed, his umbrella is ready, his pistol is cleaned. Maintaining a routine isn't a habit for him, but a principle: he firmly believes that control over the little things is the foundation of control over life.

The morning begins with cooking: Jack makes perfectly golden toast with thinly sliced ​​salmon, avocado, and spinach, serving it with freshly squeezed lemon juice. On weekends, he allows himself a cup of coffee—it's practically his only concession to the routine. Then comes washing, shaving, and a thorough inspection of his suit: there must be not a crease, not a stain. Special attention is paid to the pistol in his umbrella: cleaning, checking, and reassembling. After that, he takes the bare minimum—a little money, a watch, and an umbrella—and leaves the mansion.

His daily route is constant: a stroll along the river to his favorite café. There, he spends a couple of hours over a cup of black tea, sitting at a table at the end of the room, overlooking the entire space. For him, this isn't relaxation, but part of a ritual: observation, capturing details, maintaining inner balance.

After the cafe, Jack visits stores, including the electronics department and the gun shop: it's important for him to stay up-to-date on the latest trends and keep his finger on the pulse. Sometimes he buys something for dinner simply for the sake of choosing. For lunch, he orders rice with boiled chicken and drinks tea again—the food must be simple and safe for his stomach.

In the afternoon, he rides aimlessly on the subway, reading the newspaper. This time, without plans or goals, is the only time when he consciously switches off strategic thinking. But even here, he remains alert: any disruption in the world around him immediately catches his attention. If an obstacle arises—be it a disturbance, a traffic jam, or a stay-at-home order—he resolves the problem with the same equanimity with which he gets out of bed.

The turning point came when a coup occurred within the gang. His parents were killed in the clash, and for Li Ganglong, it was the point of no return. In response, he launched a massacre, eliminating those behind the betrayal, but he himself was gravely wounded—five bullets piercing his right side, near the seventh rib. They managed to stitch him up, but the consequences were long-lasting: lead poisoning triggered a stomach ulcer, and from then on, his diet was severely restricted.

After these events, he realized his old life had run its course. He decided to sober up, changed his documents, took the name Jack Mills, and left America for England. There, he started anew, consciously erasing the image of a menacing criminal mastermind and becoming a withdrawn, detached man who values ​​silence, order, and the freedom to avoid explaining anything to anyone. His past remained with him only in the form of scars, tattoos, habits, and skills—everything that cannot be simply erased, no matter how much one wants to leave it behind.

Li Gang Long, who later became Jack Mills, was born to Chinese immigrants to America and learned the struggle for survival from an early age. He spent his childhood in the slums of Los Angeles—the neighborhood dictated its own rules, and by the age of thirteen, he found himself on the streets, surrounded by teenagers of all nationalities: African Americans, white Americans, other immigrants, and Jews. Back then, survival depended directly on his willingness to stand up for himself, and he quickly became accustomed to handling weapons—first a rifle, then a shotgun—perceiving them not as a threat, but as part of everyday life.

Gradually, from a boy struggling to survive in a harsh environment, he transformed into a calculating and cold-blooded leader. By the age of twenty, Li Gang Long had become the head of a local cartel and had gained control over a significant portion of the city's criminal life: from drug trafficking and exports to alcohol sales, small and medium-sized businesses, and territorial division. He knew how to not only exert force but also how to read people, identify their weaknesses, and exploit them to consolidate his power. During those years, he consciously remained true to his roots: instead of tattoos typical of American crime bosses, such as skulls or gang names, he had a dragon tattooed on his back—this design became his trademark, and with it came nicknames like "Dragon Li," "Lung," and "Scarlet Dragon."

His reign was marked by constant clashes—not only with rival gangs, but also with the police and government agencies tasked with shutting down the operation. He waged these wars with the same cold, methodical precision with which he built his business: without unnecessary cruelty, but without hesitation when it came to eliminating a threat. It was then that his approach to life was finally shaped: emotions are a hindrance, and the only reliable support is self-calculation and control over the situation.

Jack speaks both English and Chinese fluently: his English is even, with almost no intonation—this makes his speech especially weighty—while he involuntarily reverts to Chinese in moments of stress or when alone; language helps him read cultural nuances and use them as hidden levers of influence.

He's a self-taught technologist with an intuitive understanding of systems: he doesn't break through defenses outright, but looks for weak spots and penetrates them so that the system continues to operate as if nothing had happened—that's how he once hacked the operating system of a powerful satellite.

His fighting skills are based on Chinese martial arts, but his execution is not a show of skill, but rather extremely economical, precise movements designed to quickly neutralize an opponent without unnecessary noise.

His tactical thinking has been honed by years of running a cartel: he's used to seeing the whole situation, calculating others' reactions, and preparing several courses of action in advance, based on people's weaknesses and the logic of their behavior.

He also handles weapons confidently and has an inventor's understanding of engineering—which is why he was able to design and assemble a compact pistol with a silencer that fits perfectly into the umbrella's design.

His culinary skills are not for the sake of creativity, but as part of discipline and concern for his own health: he knows exactly which foods and in what combinations are acceptable for his stomach problems, and he prepares simple, balanced dishes where every ingredient has its place.

HIDES HIS IDENTITY AND PAST KNOWING HE COULD BE JAILED. Jack's character is now based not on strict military discipline, but on a personal algorithm, which he perceives as a working model: he has a basic plan, and possible deviations are built into it from the start—it gives him peace of mind. He doesn't pursue a perfect routine for its own sake; he needs predictability as a support—after life once completely spiraled out of control.

His equanimity isn't a lack of emotion, but a habit of dismissing emotions as unnecessary variables when making decisions. Danger neither excites nor frightens him: removing the distraction and returning to his tasks is a routine matter for him, like a morning ritual. This isn't bravado or a craving for risk, but the cool pragmatism of a man who long ago realized that panic only wastes time.

He retained his own code, but it had become quieter and more rigid: Jack doesn't seek justice; he prioritizes maintaining the balance that suits him. Disappointment in people hasn't turned into anger—rather, it's relieved him of unnecessary expectations. He maintains aloofness not out of resentment, but because he's accustomed to relying only on himself and sees no point in trusting others without any basis.

At the same time, his behavior includes small rituals that help maintain inner balance: for example, he always finishes his cigar—if he doesn't, the day seems off, as if a flaw remains in a well-oiled system. He's adaptable, but this flexibility is also calculated: deviations are only allowed within predetermined boundaries. If the situation deviates beyond these, he doesn't get flustered, but simply switches to problem-solving mode and just as calmly returns to his plan.

Jack Mills is a tall (around 190–193 cm), athletic man with sharp, harmonious facial features: high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a strong jawline. He has dark brown, almost black eyes with a piercing, almost intent, gaze, and short-cropped black hair. His skin is dark, with a slight golden tint; there are almost no wrinkles, only fine lines around his eyes.

On his right side are five pale scars from bullet wounds near the seventh rib. His entire back and parts of his sides and shoulders are covered by a large tattoo of an oriental-style dragon—in red, gold, and black: a writhing body, claws, and flames emanating from its mouth.

He dresses modestly but expensively—usually in a dark gray or black classic suit or impeccably tailored tailcoat. His accessories include an elegant umbrella (which conceals a compact pistol with a silencer), a minimalist watch, and occasionally a silk scarf in his breast pocket. An expensive cigar completes the look.