"simple"
Smith's whole body trembled, and the red wine in his hand was poured on him. When everyone in the restaurant screamed and ran away, only Smith pushed through the crowd and rushed towards the restroom.
However, the bathroom was completely shrouded in thick smoke. Looking at the flames that kept shooting out from behind the door, Smith felt a little desperate. But after a moment, his eyes flashed with anger as he looked into the crowd.
In such a short period of time, the murderer could not have gone far.
who is it
Who could have done this
Smith was suddenly startled. In the crowded crowd, he saw a familiar figure from behind.
"John Wick," Smith murmured, "how is this possible?"
Seeing that the man had followed the crowd and walked out of the hotel door, Smith hurriedly chased him out. But when he finally came out, Wick was no longer there.
At this time, a man dressed as a waiter came over and suddenly reached out and patted Smith on the shoulder. Smith subconsciously used his grapple and pushed the waiter to the ground with his backhand.
"It hurts, it hurts," the waiter shouted, "Sir, I just want to remind you that there is a dripping sound on your body."
Smith was startled and listened carefully. Sure enough, he was making a continuous beeping sound, and the sound was getting faster and faster.
"damn it"
While Smith was taking off his shirt in a hurry, he yelled at the crowd next to him: "Go away, everyone, go away quickly, there is a bomb here."
As soon as they heard there was a bomb, the people nearby shouted and dispersed.
Smith balled up his shirt and stuffed it into the nearest trash can. He turned around and ran away. With a "bang", the trash can was blown to pieces.
Smith was staggered by the air wave generated by the explosion. Amidst the frightened screams of the people nearby, he ran forward quickly: "John Wick, you are crazy."
Smith would not see that the waiter who reminded him just now was hiding in the crowd, looking at his back in the distance with a sinister smile on his face.
His cheeks suddenly twisted in an impossible way.
Forty minutes later, Mrs. Smith, who was unharmed, took out her key, opened the door, and walked into her home humming a tune.
She seemed to be in a good mood.
No way, Jane wanted to laugh when she thought of the surprised expression on Smith's face when she came back and saw her unharmed.
But she didn't expect that John Wick also happened to go to that hotel. By some mistake, Smith went after Wick and did not go home.
This incident tells us a truth, that is, don’t play pranks while you are free.
However, it was obvious that Jane had not yet understood this truth. She happily changed into clothes that could better show off her figure, preparing to wait for Smith to come back later and make amends for his injured heart.
But before she could change her clothes, the doorbell of the villa rang.
Jian was slightly startled: "It's wrong to come back so soon. If it's him, just use the key to open the door. There's no need to ring the doorbell. Who could it be at this time?"
She cautiously walked to the door, took a look at the cat's eyes, blushed, and reached out to open the door.
"surprise"
Smith handed a bouquet of flowers to Jane.
Jane took the flowers and glared at Smith with an angry smile: "What do you mean?"
"Do you think I'm stupid? I can't see what you're doing?" Smith walked in, holding a huge plastic bag in his hand. "I packed the steak to make up for the unenjoyable dinner just now."
"I'm just teasing you." Jane rolled her eyes at him: "Okay, you arrange the arrangements, I'll go change clothes."
Smith, who was walking towards the restaurant, turned back and looked greedily at Jane's swaying back, his eyes flashing with murderous and bloodthirsty light.
The Shelton Hotel has been cordoned off with yellow barriers, and police officers formed a human wall to prevent onlookers and reporters from filming. Inside the scene, several large dogs were seen sniffing around under Tina's command.
"This is the specific story." A police officer who arrived at the scene first told Sherron, "Afterwards, we carefully searched the entire hotel and found that there were no casualties in the restaurant where the explosion occurred. On the contrary, in Room 7139 upstairs, Five bodies were found. All male, all shot."
Xie Lun frowned and said, "Has the identity of the deceased been found?"
The police officer nodded: "The big boss and second boss of the Crow Gang, as well as their personal bodyguards. Once they die, there will probably be chaos in the Bruce District."
Xie Lun said: "Do you have any clues about the murderer? Has the hotel surveillance been released?"
The police officer shook his head and said: "The hotel surveillance has been artificially destroyed and cannot be retrieved. However, we have collected surveillance videos near the hotel, but because it is night and there are a lot of people coming in and out, nothing has been discovered yet."
At this time, several police officers carried the body downstairs. Xie Lun lifted up the white cloth and took a look at the body lying on the stretcher. He determined that this case was not done by a shape-shifter, but by a well-trained killer. .
He carefully studied the series of cases committed by the shapeshifter before. All female victims were killed with knives and suffered inhuman torture before death. As for the police officers who were shot, the wounds were mainly concentrated on the chest and abdomen. It was certain that the shapeshifters were not good at using guns, but these corpses were basically shot in the head.
But those ghouls responded to the scene, and it was certain that the shapeshifter must have appeared here.
Sherron said seriously to the police officer: "Make a copy of the collected surveillance and send it to me immediately."
The classic Ford Mustang stopped quickly on the side of the road. Wick looked at the rearview mirror with an indifferent expression, and saw that the white car that had been following him since just now also stopped.
Smith angrily got out of the car he snatched, rushed over, put a gun to Wick's head, and shouted: "John Wick, you bastard, you actually killed Jane"
Wick's expression remained unchanged, but he frowned slightly and said: "What's going on with Jane Smith, you're crazy?"
"No, you are crazy. You actually took the order to kill us." Smith put his hand on the trigger. "But you didn't expect that I was not killed by the bomb you set."
Wick said coldly: "First, I never use bombs, because that will affect innocent people. Second, if it was really me, Smith, you wouldn't be alive and pointing a gun at me now. Third, within three seconds If you don't put down the gun, your head will explode."
A small red dot fell silently on Smith's forehead.
"Jane is dead, do you think I still care about myself?" Smith yelled madly, "I don't care about anything anymore. Do you understand, Wick, I have lost everything?"
"Calm down, Smith." Wick turned to look at Smith coldly, "Damn, what a mess. I'll say it again, I went to the hotel for work, but the target was not Jane, and I didn't install a bomb, you understand. "
Smith stared at Wick. After a while, he suddenly put down the gun and gritted his teeth: "If it wasn't you, then who did it?"
Wick breathed a sigh of relief, pressed the earphone plugged into his ear hole, and whispered: "It's no problem, Marcus, thank you."
"You're welcome, Wick. I've also had a drink with Smith. To be honest, I really can't let go."
A deep laugh came from the earphones, and the red spot on Smith's head disappeared immediately.
Listening to the distant sirens, Wick waved his hand towards Smith: "Get in the car and tell me carefully what's going on."