Luke looked at and moved his hands, then nodded with satisfaction: It's almost done.
Once he was more familiar with intelligence information and could imitate various behaviors and languages more closely, he should go and talk to the Night Slayer.
He will give the other party an offer that cannot be refused to ensure that both parties can negotiate a "transfer agreement."
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In New Jersey, John Wick poured dog food into the dog bowl at his feet. Looking at the dog he had adopted from an animal rescue station, he couldn't help but touch its square head.
This dog is very well behaved.
It hardly barks, just plays by itself in the house, and can understand many commands.
After a few days, John felt much better, at least not as hard as he had imagined.
Most of the physical injuries have recovered, with only some wounds still hurting slightly, but full recovery will take less than a week.
After a simple breakfast, he went into the basement and cleaned up the cement debris.
Then, he slowly sorted out the various equipment and mainland gold coins and put them back into the big box.
Closing the box, he pushed it back into the pit and re-smoothed the surface with cement.
However, he felt a little uneasy: When would the next time be? Could he really quit
As night fell, John smoothed the floor of the basement and began to throw several large bags of garbage out the door so that a professional garbage recycling company could take them away.
After opening the door and taking a few steps, three black cars were driving towards me from not far away.
When he put down the garbage, one of the cars happened to stop on the side of the road not far in front of him. The back door opened, a pair of shiny leather shoes stepped out, and a white man in his thirties got out of the car.
Seeing this man, John's face remained unchanged, but his heart sank: the idea he had this morning seemed to be becoming a reality.
The man held out his hand: "Long time no see, John."
John hesitated, but still stretched out his hand and shook it: "Long time no see, Santino!"
Santino: "Can I come in and sit down?"
John turned around silently.
More than ten minutes later, John looked at the silver badge in front of him and said, "Go find someone else."
Santino, who was sitting opposite him, laughed and said, "John, the emblem is not a trivial thing. It represents a solemn promise made by one person to another. It must be fulfilled under the witness of a blood oath."
Having said that, Santino once again shook the badge with bloody fingerprints in his hand, gently placed it on the coffee table, and it landed on the table with a click.
Then, he pressed it with his fingers and slowly pushed it towards John.
The metal badge rubbed against the wooden surface of the coffee table, making a slight creaking sound that was a bit harsh.
Looking at the silver badge that returned in front of him, John struggled in his heart and finally shook his head: "I am not that person anymore." He reached out and pushed the badge back.
Santino's face was filled with anger. He picked up the silver badge and opened the cover on the back, revealing a bloody fingerprint inside. He said to John, "John, without my help that night, you would not have been able to complete the exit mission. The house and life you have now, strictly speaking, are all given to you by me. You have all this because of it. You have no right to refuse it."
Looking at John's struggling expression, he forced an ugly smile: "Now, are you willing to listen to the content of the mission?"
John's expression changed, but he made up his mind and decided to stick to his own idea.
At this moment, a faint voice came to his ear: "Promise him, I can help you solve this problem."
John's expression changed and his peripheral vision quickly swept across the room.
"Promise him. Anyway, if you don't promise him, you're not keeping your word, right? So what if you break your promise again?" the weak voice said with a hint of sarcasm.
John finally couldn't help but look around, including Santino in front of him.
His behavior made Santino frown and look around the living room: "What's wrong?"
John turned his head and looked at him: "You, didn't you hear anything just now, like someone talking?"
Santino looked displeased: "No. John, are you trying to get out of the blood oath by pretending to be crazy?"
John struggled for a moment, but Santino, the badge, and the mysterious voice combined to finally make him give in: "I promise."
Santino was stunned for a moment, then he showed joy.
He really didn't want to fall out with John unless it was necessary.
This guy nicknamed Night Devil is a monster, and he really needs his help now.
Now that John has taken the initiative to agree, that is the best outcome.
"I want you to kill someone," Santino said.
What could John say? What he was best at in his life was killing people: "Who?"
"My sister," Santino said in a heavy tone.
John's heart skipped a beat; he hadn't expected this answer.
…
Ten minutes later, Santino walked out of John's house and said goodbye to him with a smile: "I'll wait for your good news, John."
John said nothing, just nodded slightly and watched the three cars leave.
He closed the door and walked back to the living room. He looked around and asked, "What do you want?"
A dark figure walked out from the passageway on the other side of the bedroom: "I want everything from John Wick."
John squinted his eyes and saw a mask emerging from the shadows, with two upturned mustaches and a grinning mouth forming a weird smile.
A message flashed through his mind, and he said in disbelief: "V?"
Luke looked at him with interest. "Winston told you? Not many people in the Continental know this name."
John quickly suppressed his shock: "What do you want?"
Luke chuckled, "Just like I said, I want John Wick, which means I want your name, appearance, and identity to enter the Continental Hotel."
John could no longer maintain his composure: "You, what do you want to do?"
He had heard from Winston that this smiling man V killed 126 industry veterans in one breath and left behind a statue that was suspected to be V himself as proof.
v might be one of the most powerful killers after him.
It is also for this reason that he has not taken any action until now.
With the legendary V's strength and deliberate sneak attack, it is unlikely that he would survive.
But the other party just came out like this, with no intention of hiding, and it was obviously not his intention to kill him.
Luke walked over to the seat where Santino had sat before and sat down. "Sit down, and we'll talk slowly. I'll make you an offer you can't refuse."
John sat down slowly: "What do you want?"
A moment later, John's exclamation was heard: "This is impossible!"
Crackling!
Wow!
Clang ding dong!
There was a sound of objects falling over and breaking.
"ah!"
"shxt!"
"Hua Q! Ah~"
The sound suddenly stopped and the room was silent again.
Ten minutes later, Luke left the villa invisibly and couldn't help but sigh: "I said I can't refuse, so I definitely can't refuse. So what if you don't want to?"
In the basement, a big hole appeared again on the cement floor that had just been sealed and had not yet dried, and the big box inside disappeared without a trace.
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