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

"So how did you find me?"

Chen Yan and John poured the gasoline they got from some unlucky guy's car directly into the gun shop. At this time, just a little spark could make the whole building burn. Chen Yan asked casually.

"Bowery Street." Mr. Daredevil seemed to be in a bad mood at this time, with a bitter frown on his face. "They said you were at the New York Public Library an hour ago."

"I went to pick up something..."

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Half an hour ago.

"Hello, I'm looking for a book."

John, who arrived at the New York Public Library, jogged to the librarian and said softly.

"Please tell me."

The librarian looked up, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he continued his work politely.

"Russian folk fairy tales, the author is Alexander Afanasyev." John said carefully about the books he needed, while the librarian pursed his lips and entered the keywords he said into the computer one by one, "1864 edition .”

The time to wait for the inquiry was not long. John pulled up his cuffs and looked at the surface of the inside of his wrist. Half an hour had passed since he arrived here from Bowery Street. Fortunately, Gianna was helping him. John Wick There is no "mission content" in returning to New York. So far, the High Table Tribunal has not come to trouble me, so I have plenty of time.

But it seems that Chen Yan did not stay here for long.

Thinking of Bowery King's last words, the suppressed devil in John's heart was slowly being released.

"He helped you bear the killings that should have been borne by you. He was a variable in the High Table's plan. Because of his appearance, Santino's life was worthless, and the High Table could not carry out their plan."

Chen Yan comes from the future and has a certain relationship with himself. The information revealed by Bowery means that from the beginning to the end, Vigo, Santino and even the Inquisition were all here after him. Vigo's son was just a pawn in the high table, forcing Vigo to Go find yourself. Until Santino was captured, everything was planned by the High Table.

Why does the High Table have to devise so many means...

It was obvious that he was just a retired killer, and it was obvious that... Helen was innocent.

Chen Yan deliberately left a murder case at the Continental Hotel in New York. Was he telling himself that this was actually his future?

When he thought that Chen Yan was being chased by the killers of the Continental Hotel...or that Chen Yan was chasing the killers of the Continental Hotel, John always felt strange. He seemed to be a bystander, watching a future that belonged to him. He was taken away by his best friend, and that future was like a pile of rancid excrement.

"On the second floor."

The librarian handed a piece of paper to John, pointed in the direction, and gave John a kind smile.

"Thank you."

John nodded politely to the librarian, quickly walked up the stairs to the second floor, looked around, and then took out a thick book from the bookshelf.

Putting the note aside casually, John opened the book and turned to the title page of an illustration. John's movements stopped. Every killer at the Continental Hotel always likes to hide personal belongings in some weird places for emergencies, and John is no exception.

After thinking for a moment, John slowly opened the page. There was a hidden compartment inside the page. Inside, there was a photo, a cross with rosary beads, a metal original plate, and a few Continental Hotel gold coins. . John took everything in the book except...the picture.

Looking at the two loving people in the photo, a trace of sadness flashed in John's eyes. He kissed the photo gently, as if saying goodbye.

The photo was put back into the book, and the book was slowly closed.

At this moment, as a husband, John Wick needs a break.

Enter Killer Wick.

"It seems that you are really back."

A voice sounded, but John did not respond immediately. Instead, he slowly stuffed the book in his hand back into the book. After doing all this, he slowly turned around and looked at the person: "...Marcus."

"I thought you needed my help, but I thought maybe you already have a good helper." Marcus' old face showed a smile, "You have actually used the small vault. It seems that your Friends really help you a lot.”

"I even pulled out my gun, but you told me that Vigo was dead," Marcus said with a sigh, "I was blowing the wind all night on the top of a building dozens of meters high..."

"Don't interfere, Marcus, it's enough." John said solemnly, "You will die."

"In our line of work, death is just a common occurrence." Marcus patted John's shoulder and sighed, "I am already an old man. I drink fruit and vegetable juice every day to stay healthy. I am getting rusty, John."

"I know I probably won't be of much use but..."

"Just because you're old doesn't mean you're useless."

Marcus looked around to make sure that no one else heard their conversation, then he moved a little closer and continued to whisper: "Casablanca will not let your friend escape the punishment of the Continental Hotel so easily... He does not belong to the Continental Hotel, even if he pretends to be loyal to the elders."

"You need to go somewhere else, Japan, Russia or even Yanguo. I heard before that the killer named Wesley you met is now the director of a textile factory in Prague... You have to find a friend for your friend. The backer is no less than the backer of the High Table.”

"I know, but I still have to go." John said softly, "In fact, I think I know what I want to do."

"A person who has lived aimlessly for most of his life has now found his goal, which surprises me." Marcus looked at John's eyes with some surprise at this time. How should I put it, he even felt that there was a dark hole in his eyes. In his eyes, he saw a blazing fire. "You...are a little different."

"It's not that I'm different, I just... found what I originally wanted." John tilted his head and looked at the previous bookshelf, "I don't know if it's worth it, I only know that if I don't do it, I won't Go see her face to face..."

"...The person you are looking for is near the 'old place' where you bought guns before you entered the industry. That little guy is quite good at hiding." Marcus said softly at this time, "If you want to do it, then go Just do it, John…just, if you need help with anything, let me know.”

"Thank you, Marcus." John nodded slightly, then turned and left.

Marcus watched John leave, and then casually pulled out a book from the side, as if he wanted to relieve the boring night. And when Marcus opened the book and looked at the contents, he was stunned. He was just thinking about whether the journey between the mysterious "blood dragon" and John would go smoothly, but...

The book I picked up was "The Complete Tarot Cards".

The page I turned to at random showed a card facing upright: The Fool.

And the Fool... represents infinite possibilities.