Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

"Nice to meet you, John."

When John opened the door again, a group of people were already standing at the door. The leader took off his hat and saluted John, smiled and said.

"Charlie." John's cold face also showed a smile.

Old Charlie was seen waving his arms lightly, and the group of strong men behind him, who didn't look like good guys, walked into John's house with cleaning tools in hand.

To collect the body in a body bag, these strong men even wrapped the inner and outer three layers of the body bag with tape and moved the body to the van at the door in an orderly manner.

The mops cleaned up the minced meat and blood stains on the ground. They even lay on the ground and used special rags to pick at the seams of the floor. They focused on meticulousness.

After the floor was cleaned, they also cleaned up the blood stains on the walls and stairs. One of them even went so far as to wax the floor. According to Chen Yan, it would make it slippery when mosquitoes came.

After the work was completed, the group of people carried the guy who was eating on their shoulders and walked out of the room in an orderly manner. The room was as clean as if no one had ever been there.

"Can I still get calls from you in the future?"

Charlie, the boss of the delivery team, took off the leather glove on his right hand and reached out to John.

"...Goodbye, Charlie." John did not answer, but said goodbye softly, and put a stack of gold coins in his hand into Charlie's hand.

"Okay, John."

Charlie seemed a little disappointed and sighed, put away the gold coins, and left.

Chen Yan watched the delivery team's van leave from the rooftop, and then lit a cigarette.

Just kidding, it’s so clean that I don’t even dare to smoke ashes at John’s house, okay? !

Chen Yan looked at the distant horizon, dawn had arrived.

Its daybreak.

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Vigo drank heavily from the glass, his slightly trembling hands seeming to express the unease in his heart.

To be on the safe side, he sent a team of 20 killers to surround John. Because John never lied, maybe the person who killed his son was really the so-called third party.

The result was beyond Vigo's expectation: none of the 20 killers survived.

If we say that based on Vigo's understanding of John's strength, John's strength will definitely decline a lot in the days after retirement.

As long as Vigo's killer team sends more than 10 people to besiege John, even John will definitely find it difficult.

Even if John can really solve them all, he will definitely be injured, but... According to the delivery team of the Continental Hotel, Mr. John looked very good when he opened the door.

They didn't even see any wrinkles in Mr. John's suit!

If this is the case, then there is only one possibility.

The so-called third party's strength is not much worse than John's. He is fully capable of efficient cooperation with the night devil. 20 elite killers are not even appetizers in front of their cooperation!

One "Night Demon" was enough for him, but now an unknown "mysterious man" came, and Vigo wanted to give himself a slap in the face.

If his actions can have a certain impact on John and the mysterious third party, then as long as he posts a high reward at the Continental Hotel, even the Night Demon will be forcibly killed by countless greedy killers using the tactics of the sea of ​​people. Mysterious Man or not.

But now, Chen Yan and John really slapped him in the face.

"There's a reward for John Wick and his associates."

Vigo's eyes became extremely determined. Since the war has begun, then... he will use all his strength.

My son cannot die in vain. Even if Joseph is a bastard, he can't just let it go!

"How much?" the assistant frowned and said with a wry smile.

If there is a bounty on the Night Stalker, my boss's wallet will probably bleed a lot.

"Five million US dollars." Vigo said with cold eyes, tapping his knuckles on the coffee table, "If necessary, I am willing to pay 500 million US dollars."

The assistant frowned, seeming a little distressed by the price.

"Lure The Wolf, With The Hen..." Vigo seemed to have read his assistant's thoughts and said in Russian.

"Please speak English, thank you..." the assistant said helplessly.

"I will take charge personally." Vigo looked at his assistant, "Call the manpower and prepare to wait and see."

"Why?" The assistant still couldn't understand why he had to go to such an extent, even though a reward had been issued...

"Of course it's for John Wick." Vigo said coldly.

Things are going wrong here, it’s up to you and me to live and die.

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John stuffed his backpack into the trunk and then closed the door.

"Aren't you coming along?"

Seeing that Chen Yan didn't seem to have any idea of ​​getting in the car, John said with some confusion.

"I brought it myself." The electronic sound of Chen Yan's mask fluctuated cheerfully. He waved his hand casually, and a silver and black heavy-duty motorcycle appeared out of thin air next to John's car. Chen Yan leaned against it. He started his motorcycle and waved casually, "Get ready to go."

"bump."

The door of John's Mustang was closed, and John made a beautiful reverse flick and stopped firmly on the side of the road. John opened the window and tilted his head slightly: "It seems that the fuel consumption of your car is quite high, can you keep up with it?" ?”

Chen Yan rode on the [White Dragon] and slowly drove out of John's garage and came to John's car.

"Then you have to try to see if you can see my car's taillights, Lord Night Demon." Chen Yan said softly, "Need for Speed. (Turn on acceleration)."

"Speed ​​Model." An electronically synthesized version of Yujie's voice sounded, and the body of [White Dragon] began to automatically deform and reorganize, and the exhaust pipe in front of the body spurted out blazing hot air.

"Let\u0027s Drive. (Let's hit the road.)" Chen Yan turned the accelerator coquettishly and said a famous line from Ghost Rider Johnny Blaze.

John's ever-changing indifferent face smiled helplessly at this moment, and then shook his head. As he operated, the Mustang's engine made a deafening roar, and streams of hot air came from the exhaust pipe at the rear of the car. Spurting, John put his hands on the steering wheel and made a low voice unique to "Night Stalker".

"Yeah..."

Heavy motorcycles and American muscle cars roared and rushed forward, bringing up bursts of smoke.

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Marcus looked at the beautiful sunshine outside the window, smiled slightly, then hummed a tune and began to prepare breakfast for himself.

However, a slightly urgent knock on the door broke his peaceful life.

"Viggo?" Marcus frowned when he saw the person coming at the door and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I want to ask you to help kill someone." Vigo said solemnly at the door.

"Who to kill?" Looking at Vigo's expression, Marcus had a bad premonition in his heart, and when he heard the name Vigo said, Marcus' pupils trembled.

"Wick."

"John Wick."