Infinite Journey to the World of American Comics

Unfortunately, the pace of this world is so fast that there is no time for him to confirm, because the big black guy just now has already walked down the platform from the stairs on the opposite side of the railway track.

bang bang

Richard raised his gun and fired. One shot flew to nowhere, and the other shot hit a light box two meters away from the black man.

Seeing that Richard's marksmanship was so outrageous, John hurriedly took out his gun to help, but at this moment, the subway in the opposite direction had already entered the station, blocking the two warring parties.

Both parties entered the carriage at the same time. It was probably after get off work time. The carriage was full of people. Because there were too many obstacles, neither party drew their guns again.

"Richard, just now..."

"Don't say anything, leave it to me." Richard didn't want to explain that a killer was not good at marksmanship. He patted John on the shoulder and walked towards the big black man. He had no choice but to let John know. , I am not a drag, otherwise, if John dumps him, he will not know how to get to the Continental Hotel, can he just hail a taxi on the road and deliver it to him?

bang.

The subway shook for a moment and slowly slowed down. I heard on the radio that it was arriving at Rector Street Station. I didn’t know where this street was. The passengers in the car were halfway down, and Richard also approached the big black man. indivual.

"Who are you? My target is John. It has nothing to do with you." The big black man spoke to Richard in a low voice, but his eyes were always on John.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but John is my protector. If you want to touch him, kill me first." There is another sentence that Richard didn't say because he thought it was unlikely. If you can lead me to kill the three high-table directors, Chief, you can kill John as you please.

Richard's harsh words finally made the big black man focus on him, and, with his peripheral vision, Richard saw that a dagger had also been cut into the opponent's hand.

What a bully. This time the system gave him nothing but a suit to show off. What did he use to practice with a professional killer? After thinking about it, Richard reached out and held the pistol.

Seeing Richard's movements, the big black man moved closer to him. It was obvious that the other party did not have a gun in his hand and had to rely on a dagger to kill.

After two more stops, the people on the bus were almost out of the car. The big black man finally couldn't bear it any longer. He stepped forward and the dagger in his hand cut a cold light and went straight to Richard's abdomen.

This kind of speed is nothing to Richard. His 16 points of physical strength allowed him to react immediately and grab the opponent's hand. Then with a wave of his right hand, he held the pistol and threw it towards the opponent's face.

The big black man's reaction was not slow. As soon as his right hand holding the knife was blocked, he pressed the other hand towards Richard's right hand. Pushing forward was obviously more convenient than pulling up. When he pressed like this, Li Cha's right hand was blocked. Cha really couldn't draw his pistol.

The two were wrestling secretly. The big black man had obviously received strict training. Although he was smaller than Richard in terms of strength, he couldn't break free in just one or two strokes.

The two of them were holding each other's hands and glaring at each other. Suddenly, Richard discovered a prominent point in each other.

呯

嗷

Richard hit the big black man's organ with a headbutt, causing him to cry out. This bulge is one of the weakest organs in human beings. Although it sometimes looks very strong, in fact it is Very weak.

Yes, I'm talking about the nose.

The big black man relied on rigorous training to endure the severe pain in that area and wanted to fight back, but he might not be Richard's opponent even if he wasn't injured, so what could he do now.

When Richard broke off his wrist and took away the dagger, he turned around and asked, "Seeing that you have a tacit understanding with him, do you want to kill him?"

"Forget it, he's just a poor man who can't escape his fate."

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After kicking the big black man unconscious, Richard followed John out of the stopped subway.

"I didn't expect you to be quite sentimental."

"I didn't expect your marksmanship to be that bad."

"...can you chat?"

"sorry."

The two of them just teased each other and walked to the top of the subway station. At this moment, two cleaners walking towards them saw them and stopped.

The tattoo on the back of his hand and the action of digging into his clothes allowed Richard to immediately identify them. They were two killers. It must be said that in this world, he grew up very quickly.

After looking at the distance between the two sides, Richard pulled John and ran in another direction. He had no choice but to do so. The distance was too far and the speed of throwing the pistol was too slow. He could not guarantee that the enemy would not be able to shoot.

Needless to say, the killers in this world are very dedicated, and they all have a kind of mysterious self-confidence. They clearly know that John Wick is the killer Night Stalker known to the entire underground world, and they still send them up one by one. I really think that I am the killer. He's the protagonist

As a result, two killers dressed as cleaners died as soon as they turned a corner. One was stabbed in the heart by John, and the other was tripped by Richard and rolled down the stairs and broke his neck.

"Okay, let's go."

"No, we're here." John nodded to Richard, then came to a beggar holding a jar asking for money, took out a gold coin from his pocket and threw it in.

"Take me to him, I am John Wick."

The beggar who was still confused immediately became energetic when he heard the name. He looked both ways. Two homeless men came over and dragged away the body on the ground. Then the beggar stood up and pushed the cart to the side. Go.

"follow me."

Richard and John looked at each other and followed without saying anything.

Driving into subway tunnels and passing through sewers, the beggar led them to a secret base.

The facilities here are complete, including an infirmary, a dormitory, a clothing factory, and even an arsenal. Rows of assault rifles are neatly arranged in gun cabinets. They are enough for fighting. However, the people in the secret base are all beggars, regardless of the weapons. He was better maintained than the army, but his clothes were still in rags and his face was unshaven.

This scene reminded Richard of the beggar gang in martial arts books. This old and beautiful beggar gang is different. Although Lianhualuo can't sing, he still has the steel sonata. Having said that, there are so many people doing things, why don't you go and rob a bank? Okay, why are you still hanging around in the sewer all day? Your teacher is also named Splinter.

Their leader obviously has nothing to do with Splinter. He looks like a bullfrog turned into a spirit with his fat head and big ears. This is John's old acquaintance.

Of course, they were still young at that time, and their bodies were still in shape, but one was named Morpheus and the other was called Neo. They fought for freedom and war, oh no, there might not have been war.

Now, Neo has changed his name to John Wick, and Morpheus has also changed his name to Bowery. King Bowery, the leader of the American branch of the Beggars, looks like an older version of The Matrix.

At this moment, the obese version of Morpheus looked at John and smiled while playing with his pigeons.

"John Wick, that legendary man, you don't seem to like to retire honestly."

"I'm trying hard."

Click click.

"Mr. John Wick seems to have forgotten me. Before I came to power, when I was just a pawn in a game, we met. You left me a gift, which prompted me to become the king. A gift." The fat black man pulled down his collar and showed the scars on his neck to John.

Click click.

"Maybe you don't remember that I was standing in an alley at that time..."

Click click.

"Are you that hungry?" The fat black man finally couldn't say any more and turned to look at Richard. He had a black mouth and a black face. Oh yes, he was originally a black man.

"Yes, I haven't eaten anything or drank a sip of water since last night." Richard answered calmly, then grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth.

Click click.

"What brand are your potato chips? They are quite delicious."

Okay, this guy can't pretend anymore. The fat black man glared at his men, seeming to be complaining, couldn't you let them have a full meal when you brought them here?

"Go get him two more bags."

ps. The contract has been sent out, so hurry up and invest.