Umbrella Corporation

In the hotel conference room, Duncan and John Wick, who exuded a slight sour smell, sat opposite each other.

More than a week of being held in a small dark room has worn away John Wick's viciousness. At least he has no hostility towards Duncan.

John Wick knew that he could not complete the task of assassinating Duncan. Not only the strange method, but also every soldier here had terrifying power. After putting on that set of armor, it was no longer something ordinary people could do with their skills. Overcome.

What's more, Duncan had helped him in the first place. John Wick felt that he didn't have the nerve to ask for anything. It was best to live, and death was not unacceptable.

Ta...ta...

Duncan tapped his fingers twice on the tabletop of his desk. After John Wick looked over, he took out a photo of the monster who returned to the world and turned into a black man on the phone again, and handed it to John Wick.

Taking the photo with his weak hands, John Wick looked at the ordinary black man in the photo and looked at Duncan in confusion, "What?"

"Do you know what kind of world you live in?" Duncan motioned for John Wick to continue looking at the photo.

John Wick lowered his head again and looked at the black man on the phone carefully in the photo. After being a killer for so many years, he could not see anything strange about the black man in the photo, nor was he a famous person. I really don’t understand.

"Please... just say it."

"This photo was taken with a film camera and contains no artificially processed ingredients. Reaching into his pocket, Duncan handed the last pill to John Wick and said, "Now, you put the photo in your pocket, eat it, and You can leave from here. "

John Wick nodded, put the photo into his suit pocket, took the pills and swallowed them without any hesitation.

Once Duncan confirms that the pills were indeed swallowed, John Wick immediately gets up and walks out of the hotel.

In the process of leaving the hotel, he encountered many guards, all of whom ignored him. Just like the opposite situation when he was being hunted by the entire New York, he seemed to have become a real ordinary person.

After leaving the hotel, John Wick was not attacked in the Bronx because it was under the jurisdiction of the Umbrella Company and Bowery, the King of the Bowery. There were killers inside, but there were no attacks.

John Wick, who became a transparent man, walked towards the subway station. On the way, he encountered many marchers supporting the pilot of Killing Day in the Bronx and many marching teams opposing Killing Day. They were attacking and abusing each other and consuming their own energy.

These people had no influence on John Wick, but he stopped when he was about to enter the subway and looked at the marching crowd in confusion.

Among a group of humans, there were actually several monsters with bald heads, wearing human clothes, and small tentacles on their faces.

John Wick rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had seen it wrong, but as he continued to look, the monsters were still in the procession, seeming to be fanning the wind and lighting fires, leading the two sides to fight.

After staring at those monsters for a long time, John Wick shook his head. Thinking that they might be hallucinations caused by the drug he just took, he decided to ignore them and continue taking the subway back to Manhattan.

Along the way, John Wick could always see the figures of those monsters. After entering the subway, the number of monsters was significantly reduced.

But in the slightly empty carriage, he saw another monster, sitting on a subway seat, quietly playing with his mobile phone.

John Wick stared at the monster. His qualities as a killer prevented him from feeling any abnormalities in himself. His brain was awake and his thinking was clear. Apart from being a little hungry and weak, there was no problem with his body!

He knew a lot about hallucinogenic drugs and had taken many of them.

If it was a hallucination caused by hallucinogenic drugs, John Wick felt that he would definitely be able to detect it because he had received professional training.

The monster, who was playing with his cell phone with his head down, noticed a figure standing in front of him. He raised his head in confusion and met John Wick's eyes.

After nodding politely, the monster continued to play with his mobile phone with his head down.

The carriage was empty, but John Wick still stood in front of the monster who was carelessly lowering his head to play with his cell phone, and through the reflection of the carriage glass, he could decipher what was being entered on the monster's cell phone.

Although it is strange for the monster to use English, this feature saves John Wick a lot of trouble by interpreting the mirror text bit by bit to check the messages being transmitted to each other on the chat software.

‘Your a**, if you don’t come to the party tonight, I will stuff your a** into your a**. ’

‘Smelly shit, don’t even think about it! ’

‘To put it mildly, whether you come or not, we will be the only ones enjoying the barbecue, wine, and fucking tender meat. ’

‘You actually got such a good thing again? Tell me your address quickly’

‘Hell’s Kitchen, Little Weird Bar, when you come, bring your pets with you! ’

‘OK! ’

Silently writing down the address, John Wick used a hidden vision to observe the monster who was playing with his mobile phone as if no one was around.

He could clearly see the fine texture of the skin on the monster's cheek, he could see the light reflected from the phone screen in the dark eyes, and he could see every detail of the tentacles swaying on the monster's face.

The closer he looks, the harder it is for John Wick to question the authenticity of all this, until the monster walks off the subway and disappears in the crowd.

After a few more stops, he also arrived at his destination.

Before leaving, he temporarily left his dog with the black man at the front desk, Caron. Now he is going to get his dog back and meet with Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York.

John Wick walked quickly, and after entering Manhattan, the number of monsters he saw increased significantly. Monsters and humans can often be seen mixed together on the streets. These hallucinations, which are not hallucinations at all, make people extremely irritated.

Finally, John Wick arrives at the Continental Hotel.

The attendant at the door opened the door for John Wick. The interior of the hotel was still as usual. There were not many people in the lobby, it was quiet and not noisy.

A black man wearing thin-rimmed glasses stood at the front desk. His suit without any wrinkles made him look very professional. The business smile on his face became more real after seeing John Wick, "Long time no see, Mr. Wick!" "

After meeting this acquaintance who had served him for many years, John Wick's agitated heart gradually calmed down. He nodded to the black man and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's very good now, and so is the manager. He wants to see you." The black man smiled and answered two different people, one was the dog fostered here, and the other was the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York.

After confirming the situation, John Wick's heavy heart relaxed a little. He nodded and walked to the underground bar to find the manager of the New York Continental Hotel.

Arriving at a familiar underground bar, John Wick attracted the collective attention of all the killers in the bar, because he still carried a $14 million bounty and was very famous in the world of killers.

Looking across the faces of the people who looked at him greedily, John Wick didn't care about these people. He walked through the dense crowd and walked towards the familiar seat.

But when he reached the booth, he stopped.

Because through the crowd, the person sitting in the private seat was no longer the former owner of the Continental Hotel in New York, but a slightly bloated monster wearing a suit!

The monster discovered John Wick early. It picked up a goblet from the small table and raised the glass to John Wick, who had complicated eyes.