“Nothing found”
Scott looked helplessly at the female police officer in front of him, stretched out his hand and threw the photo taken last night on the table: "Then how do you explain this?"
The female police officer picked up the photo and looked at it, frowning and said, "What's wrong? What does this photo mean?"
Scott said helplessly, "I saw with my own eyes that it was this man with a hammer in his hand who hit the girl."
"But Mr. Skoff, after receiving your alarm, we stopped the train and searched all the carriages. We found nothing unusual, no blood, no body, and we did not find the man in your photo."
The policewoman sighed, put down the photo and said: "I understand your mood, Mr. Skow. But now we can only handle it as an ordinary disappearance case. Of course, we will also investigate this man. Thank you for the clues you provided. I will wait for you. For other needs, our police will contact you again.”
"Humph, I'm afraid we'll never contact you again."
Scott stood up angrily and quickly left the police station. The hot sunshine made him feel dizzy. He put his hand into his coat pocket and happened to touch the business card Xie Lun had given him yesterday.
After taking it out and looking at it, Scott hesitated. After a while, he sneered, clenched it into a ball, and threw it into a trash can.
"The world is as black as crows, so what about nia? They just waste taxpayers' money and do nothing."
Scott muttered and left.
But he didn't know that what he lost was not just a business card, but almost the lives of him and his girlfriend.
In a relatively dark and dirty bar, an ugly-looking old man with a ferocious look was confronting a fat white man. Behind them, five gunmen with guns stood.
"Tarasov, let me make it clear, I want to order your auto repair shop."
The white man reached out and knocked on the table hard.
Lao Maozi smiled disdainfully and said: "Why do you rely on the dozens of broken guns Xiyes under your command? Stop dreaming. If you make our Tarasov family anxious, you will be unable to bear the consequences."
Xiyes laughed and pulled open his shirt, revealing the grenade inside: "I, Xiyes, was able to build such a large territory in New York in just a few months because I dared to fight hard. You Tarasov, do you and your men dare?"
Tarasov said helplessly: "No, it's mainly because of the severe crackdown some time ago, and everyone doesn't have the same experience as you."
"Hahaha" Hiyes laughed, "A bunch of bullshit NIA agents have scared you like this, and all of them call themselves bosses. I'll make it clear today, Tarasov, that auto repairman of yours If the factory doesn’t give it to me, then you won’t be able to walk out of here today.”
Tarasov sighed and said: "Okay, Xiyes, I can't make the decision on this matter. But I have brought a representative to talk to you about this matter on behalf of my brother."
As he spoke, he clapped his hands twice.
The bar door opened and John Wick stepped in.
Xiyes made a gesture, and two of his men immediately stepped forward, stopped Wick, and searched him carefully to make sure he was not carrying weapons before letting him approach.
"You are Xiyes." Wick sat at the round table, reached into his coat pocket and took out a checkbook and a pencil. "Boss Vita entrusted me to come here and expressed my willingness to exchange cash for your friendship."
With that said, Wick picked up a pencil, wrote a series of numbers on the check, and pushed it in front of Hiyes: "Are you satisfied with this amount?"
Xiyes glanced at it and sneered: "Vita is sending beggars away. You want me to give up the auto repair shop, at least for this amount." Oou e-book.oo.
He extended a slap and then rolled it back and forth twice.
Wick nodded, stretched out his hand to gently clasp the tip of the pencil, and said calmly: "The price is easy to talk about. Just Xiyes, I have a question to ask, Malbas, Randall, and Maloran, should they They are all your little brothers, right?"
Xiyes nodded and said coldly: "Yes, what do you mean by mentioning them?"
"Nothing, I just heard that these people attacked NIA agents on the subway last night and were all arrested by the police."
"I know," Xiyes said proudly, "As expected, he is my brother, and his work is magnanimous. You are all afraid of that nia, but we are not afraid."
Wick blew out the pencil shavings he dug out, looked at the dark tip of the pen, and continued: "But I heard that they were arrested by the police for teasing and insulting female passengers on the subway."
"Nonsense, how could my brother do that kind of thing." Hiyes slammed the table and roared viciously, "Besides, so what if he did it, we who are gangsters must be gangsters The momentum.”
"That damn woman must have called the police. When I find out her identity, I will fuck her hard and fuck her in front of her man."
Xiyes looked at Wick with a ferocious look on his face: "Can you please tell me? That's right, I haven't asked you your name yet."
"John, John Wick," Wick smiled faintly, "By the way, the female passenger you flirted with is my fiancée."
The pencil in his hand suddenly penetrated the pupil of Xiyes' right eye and penetrated directly into the brain stem. At the same time, Wick stood up like lightning, broke the neck of one of Hiyes' men, grabbed the gun from the other man's hand, and opened fire on the other four men.
"Bang bang bang bang"
Four gunshots, four bodies.
Only then did Tarasov and his men react. Looking at the corpse of Xiyes with pencils stuck in his eyes, and looking at Wick, who was elegant and without even a drop of blood on his body, they couldn't help but swallow at the same time.
"Mr. Tarasov, the scene here is left to you."
Wick nodded towards Tarasov, who hurriedly said: "No problem, just leave it to me."
Wick took out his handkerchief, wiped the pistol clean, threw it onto the body, and then left the bar.
"It's terrible, it's really terrible. One pencil, just one pencil. Can you imagine it? It's scary to imagine it."
Tarasov murmured.
As soon as Wick walked out of the bar, his cell phone rang. Looking at the unfamiliar call, he frowned, hesitated for a while, and finally answered the call: "Hello, I'm Miss John Wick, Mr. Sherron is free in the afternoon. Okay, see you in the afternoon then.”
After hanging up the phone, Wick let out a sigh of relief.
To be honest, a person like him who was killed from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood is not afraid of anyone. But for some reason, Wick didn't want to have too much contact with the NIA agent named Sherron.
It's not because of the other party's identity, but because Wick always has the feeling that he is looking down on him, as if he already knows his future and every move he makes.
"I heard that Smith guy has dealt with him before. Why don't you ask him for information?"
Wick thought secretly.