Wick nodded to the stunned Jerry, sat down, turned to Smith and said, "Hi, Smith."
Smith didn't look back, just sipped his wine and said lazily: "Hi, John."
"Hi, my name is Jerry, codenamed Weasel, and I am the owner of this bar." Jerry came forward excitedly, "Mr. John Wick, you are a legend in our circle, can you come to my bar?" , I’m so honored. Although it’s a bit presumptuous, can we take a photo together?”
Wick forced a smile and said, "Can you do it later? I have something I want to talk to Smith about."
"It's up to you. What would you like to drink?"
"Ice water will do."
"Great, I'll take this drink."
Looking at the huge water glass that Jerry diligently pushed in front of him, Wick's eyes twitched slightly, and he turned to Smith and said, "It's really not like you to stay here so late and hide here to drink."
"Aren't you the same," Smith twirled the glass, "How could a good gentleman like you end up in a place like this?"
Wick said seriously: "I'm here to find you."
Smith was startled for a moment, then turned to look at Wick: "There are still goals you can't solve."
Wick shook his head: "It has nothing to do with work."
"It's not a work matter." Smith narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice, "Is it a personal matter?"
Wick pursed his lips and said, "Absolutely."
"Then I can't help you," Smith took another sip of wine and sighed, "Now I still have a lot of shit that I don't have a clue about."
Jerry came over and lowered his voice: "Smith and his wife are separated. Don't think too much about it. They just sleep in separate rooms."
Smith rolled his eyes: "Thanks for the explanation, Jerry."
"You're welcome, brother, who said we are brothers?"
Jerry gave a thumbs up, his teeth shining in the light.
"That's the situation," Wick's expression remained calm, he nodded to Smith and said seriously, "I'm sorry to hear this news. Then I won't disturb you, please continue."
After saying that, Wick was about to get up and leave.
"Wait a minute," Smith frowned, "You left like this, but I'm a little curious. Why are you looking for me? Did you go to sleep on the sofa too?"
Wick started over and said seriously: "Of course not, I want to ask you for information about a NIA agent."
"Nia" Smith gestured to Jerry to refill his glass of wine and said with a frown, "Ask what those guys are doing. Aren't there instructions from above that you can't take orders involving them in a short period of time?"
"It has nothing to do with work," Wick said solemnly, "That agent's name is Sherron, are you familiar with it?"
"puff"
Smith just took a sip of wine and it all squirted all over Jerry.
Jerry wiped his face in embarrassment: "Although I used low-quality whiskey, the reaction shouldn't be so big."
Smith had no time to talk to Jerry and turned to look at Wick in surprise: "Damn, how do you know that guy?"
Wick frowned and said, "We met because of some personal matters."
"Alas," Smith sighed, grabbed the bottle from Jerry's hand, poured himself a glass, and poured another glass for Wick, sighing, "Then I advise you, brother, stay away from that guy. Far away, the further away the better, it’s best never to meet again.”
"Why?" Wick frowned, "I have inquired secretly, and it seems that he has a good background and a strong backing, but not many people in NIA know him well. It seems that he handles some cases with a high level of confidentiality."
"I don't care about his background. I only know one thing. If you come into contact with him, you will be unlucky for no reason." Smith recalled the scene of him meeting the Wendigo in the deep mountains and forests, and couldn't help but feel excited all over. "Really, Wick, I didn't lie to you. Even when Jane and I had relationship problems, it was only after receiving the order about him."
Looking at Smith's troubled expression, Wick took a slight breath, pondered for a moment, and whispered: "I believe you, Smith. But the trouble is, I just met him this afternoon."
Smith immediately looked around cautiously: "Damn it, you wouldn't have lured Nia here, would you?"
Wick shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm being tailed."
But Smith's expression still did not relax, and he frowned and said, "Why are you going to see him if you have nothing to do?"
"You think I'm willing to deal with Nia? Who asked me to be assigned the identity of a fashion designer?" Wick was a little excited. "He directly asked me to go by name. Can I not go?"
Smith stretched out his hand and tapped Wick's chest, and said in a deep voice: "Quickly resolve this matter. Once it's settled, don't contact him again."
Wick smiled bitterly, picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "But from the look on that guy's face, he seemed to recognize my identity."
"It's normal to recognize you. After all, you are so famous in our circle." Smith chuckled, "A big tree attracts the wind, and a gun will kill the first bird."
Wick's expression turned cold: "Then do you think he is dangerous?"
"The danger is very dangerous, very dangerous." Smith shook his head and said, "Although I can't tell you the specific details of the work, I can tell you that I tried at least three actions, but all the actions failed inexplicably, and I still couldn't tell you. Almost folded in."
Smith took a sip of wine and gritted his teeth: "Especially the last time, my wife was still there, but a car explosion happened out of nowhere and almost sent us both flying. As a result, the employer died, and this order was gone. It was canceled so inexplicably.”
Smith sighed: "I have been working for so many years, and we have known each other for more than ten years. When have we ever encountered such a puzzling job?"
Wick didn't speak, he just picked up the wine glass, clinked it with Smith silently, and then drank it all in one gulp.
"By the way, John, when will you get married?"
"The date has not been set, but it should be soon. Helen is worrying about this, not me."
"You find a good woman, brother. As someone who has been through marriage, I give you a solemn suggestion. Wash your hands in a golden basin. It will be too painful to do this business after you get married."
"Let's talk, come on, have another drink"
The two grown men didn't even have a plate of peanuts in front of them, so they just sat at the counter and drank. Even if Jerry's wine was watered down, he still couldn't bear to drink it like this, with white, yellow, and red all mixed together.
By the time Wick and Smith helped each other out of the bar, both of them were almost drunk. Fortunately, Wick was still sober and knew that he could no longer drive like this. But there are no taxis nearby, but there is a subway station across the road.
Glancing at the time, Wick vaguely remembered Helen saying that there was one last subway train at midnight. So he simply supported Smith and staggered towards the subway station.
While walking here, Smith was still talking drunkenly.
"Brother John, I'm not going home tonight."
"Okay, okay, you go back to my house, that's all."
"What home are we going to? Let's continue to find a place. We won't go back until we get drunk."
"Okay, okay, let's go home first, wash our faces and change clothes before going out, okay"
Smith, who was helplessly held up by Wick, struggled to get off the subway, just as the train slowly entered the platform. After helping Smith into the carriage, Wick glanced left and right out of habit, and happened to see an expressionless man in a suit sitting at the other end of the carriage.
He held a black leather suitcase tightly in his hand.