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As the King of Bowery was being treated, the machine spit out more numbers of unrelated people.

Those social security numbers that are constantly displayed on the screen all have one thing in common.

That is, they are all underground gang members in New York.

A small number are homeless people from Bowery Street, and a large number are Wilson's people from Hell's Kitchen.

And the last number is Wilson himself!

After seeing Wilson's photo appear on the screen, the machine thoughtfully marked the probability of death at the back, 100%.

It's equivalent to certain death.

Because the person who wants Wilson dead is none other than Du Wei, who even has trouble analyzing behavioral patterns through big data using machines!

Faced with the machine spitting out irrelevant personnel numbers, Du Wei smiled and said:

"From now on, I need you to prioritize the safety of the members of the Salvation Organization.

If it is found that a member of the Salvation Organization may encounter a life or death crisis, we must be notified as soon as possible."

After the machine collected Du Wei's words through the audio device, the screens filled with irrelevant personnel's numbers instantly cleared.

Then a new number appeared on it, and a photo popped up.

That was a man on the run in the streets of New York.

It was a face with a beard.

That's John Wick.

The probability of death calculated by the machine jumped from 10% to 70%.

Du Wei frowned, this is not good, it means that John's plan to assassinate the elder is likely to fail.

"Machine, can you connect to the city surveillance system in Casablanca, Morocco?"

Upon hearing the manager's request, the screen in front of Du Wei's eyes flashed, and a green progress bar reappeared in front of everyone.

As the progress bar continued to advance, a city on the Atlantic coastline appeared in front of everyone.

The city is full of Arabic style, with low buildings everywhere.

At the same time, Duwei noticed that after the machine hacked into the city's surveillance system, John's probability of death actually dropped by 10 percentage points, to 60%.

This means that with the help of the machine, John is at least safe in Casablanca.

Soon, as the screen continued to switch, a figure in a suit who looked in good condition appeared in front of everyone.

Duwei felt something bad when he saw John wearing a suit that was incompatible with the Arab clothing here.

Sure enough, under the machine's mark, several dangerous figures were gradually approaching John in the crowd.

John, who was walking in front, also seemed to realize something.

However, there were too many people in the market and it was not convenient for him to do so. He deliberately lured these people into the narrow alley.

That kind of place is the most suitable terrain for fighting one against many.

This is the terrain that a killer instinctively chooses to be most beneficial to him.

It's not that he doesn't want to change clothes, it's just that he doesn't have time to change clothes, and Arab clothes are not as bulletproof as the suit he wears.

Seeing this scene, Duwei directly asked the machine to dial John's phone number.

John, who felt the vibration of his cell phone, just lowered his head to take out his cell phone when a blocker appeared in front of him.

John glanced behind him and saw that there were also blockers blocking his retreat in the shadows of the alley.

Then, without saying a word, they pulled out the scimitars from their waists and started killing John.

At this time, John couldn't bear to see who was persistently calling him.

John went directly to the fruit shop next to him and used the shelves inside to turn the game into a 1v1 duel.

In a 1v1 life and death battle, John, who has experienced hundreds of battles, is no match for these minions.

After a few clean counterattacks, John's dagger was stained red by the enemy's blood.

And those enemies with many knives in their hands will never have the chance to taste the fruits on the shelf.

After getting rid of the chasing killers, John looked at the proprietress behind the counter who only dared to look at him with a pair of frightened eyes and said sorry.

Then he took out a gold coin from his inner pocket and placed it on the counter as an apology and as compensation for the damage to the fruit.

Just as John walked out of the fruit shop, his phone vibrated again.

This time when John wanted to reach out and take it, he was interrupted again.

A guy in a white apron who looked like a restaurant chef lit a cigarette in his mouth by rubbing gravel against each other in the quiet alley.

Then, with his hands free, he clapped to John.

"John, John Wick, welcome to Casablanca! Lady Arazva is waiting for you!"

After hearing Alazwa's name and understanding that the person in front of him was a friend and not an enemy, John's vigilance relaxed slightly.

Sofia Arazva, current manager of Hotel Continental Casablanca.

He is also John's old friend.

The blood contract he holds comes from Sophia.

Because he rescued Sophia's daughter when she was in dire straits and placed her in a safe place.

Because of this, Sophia owes John a favor.

Although Sofia hated John very much because of some personal emotional matters.

But Sophia is still a good friend at heart.

This is why John came here to seek help.

If he wanted to find the elder's location in the Sahara Desert in half an hour, he had to use Sophia's connections to find her former boss, one of the gold coin minters, Brada.

So facing the invitation from the person in front of him, John nodded and followed him towards the Continental Hotel.

Only then did John have time to take out his cell phone, which was still vibrating.

He glanced at the unknown number displayed above and had a guess in his mind.

After connecting it, John put the phone to his ear and listened quietly to the voice prompts.

This time, he seemed to be back to that night when he was wearing wireless headphones and could do anything.

It seems that Du Wei has put the existence called 'machine' back online.

Thinking of this, John suddenly pulled out the gun from his waist and looked diagonally upward, firing two shots.

The two guys who were holding guns and preparing to attack John fell down from the roof, and their limp bodies fell heavily into the sewage in the alley.

The firearm in his hand was thrown in front of the leader with a clatter.

Looking at the camouflaged rifles on the ground, we can clearly guess their identities. They must be killers who are here for money.

The guide turned his head and looked at John in surprise, thinking that he was indeed the legendary night devil.

The two killers were wearing desert camouflage uniforms. He really didn't realize that someone would dare to take action even though he was leading the way.

This is completely disrespectful to Sophia, the manager of the Continental Hotel.

If John hadn't been able to discover the enemy on his own, he might have been severely punished this time when he went back.

He is considered a top-notch killer and yet he can be so careless.

Feeling the pressure, the leader's face immediately became serious.

Next, he looked in all directions and carefully welcomed John into the Continental Hotel with an Arabian style.

When John, who was in urgent need of a wireless headset, entered the Continental Hotel, the communication between him and the machine was instantly cut off.

John immediately realized that this was because Continental hotels all used internal networks.

But he didn't notice that at some point, an app with cute smiling faces had appeared on his phone.

Moreover, this app has obtained the highest permissions and is running autonomously in the background.

So the temperature of John's cell phone suddenly spiked, and it was inexplicably hot enough to bake eggs.

If someone pointed an infrared sight or a thermometer at John, they would find that the location of the phone was a red patch, which was just a little bit away from spontaneous combustion.

Fortunately, this thing is not made by Samsung, otherwise John might have to return to the embrace of God at this time.

And because of the bulletproof material of the suit, John did not feel the temperature. After all, in the Continental Hotel, there were not so many killers who were bold enough to kill casually.

Because rules and laws are like a sword of Damoris hanging over most people's heads.

But for a small number of people, rules and laws are like toilet paper and can be shredded at will.

But after all, the risk of Continental Hotel is low enough that most people can bear it.

…

As John lost the signal and the picture was lost, Duwei shook his head and stopped looking.

Now that John's side has already started, he must hurry up too.

Looking at the human elites sitting below, Du Wei cleared his throat and began to make final arrangements.

"Everyone, tomorrow is the time for us to eliminate the cancer in New York.

Hell's Kitchen, a place separated from Midtown Manhattan by just one wall, should have been full of hope.

But now it has become a cradle for evil, and the reason cannot be circumvented by one person..."

When Du Wei said this, a burly bald man wearing a dark blue suit popped up on the screen behind him at the right time - Wilson.

"...Wilson, a gangster who was originally just a member of a Hell's Kitchen gang.

But with his excellent strength and cruel methods, he climbed to the top of Hell's Kitchen step by step.

And by virtue of his cooperation with the Medellin Group, the Cali Group, and the Guadalajara Group in Colombia and Mexico, he quickly plundered a large amount of money.

And this money brought him unprecedented power.

But beneath this prosperity are those drug addicts who have become extinct and whose life is worse than death because of taking the banned drugs that he spread across the country.

According to incomplete statistics, drug addicts in the beautiful country account for 7.7% of the total population, and this number is still rising.

As a result, violent incidents have emerged one after another, and many families have been destroyed.

If we want to reverse a country that is heading towards the abyss, Wilson, who controls everything, must die.

So, everyone, are you ready? Let’s rebuild New York together!”

As Du Wei finished speaking, the photo of Wilson behind him turned into pieces of ashes and disappeared.

Du Wei, who caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, realized that when he returned this time, although the machine was a castrated version, it seemed to be a little more humane.

The growth rate of artificial intelligence is indeed faster than imagined.

The expressions on the faces of everyone who heard Du Wei's words in the audience varied.

Existences like Genmei and Xiao don't care who is causing the world to fall into the abyss.

Genmei only needs to feel the temperature of the machine.

Xiao only needs to let her vent her violence.

Of course, it would be better if these things have other meanings.

Finch, Reese, McKell, and Frank had angry looks on their faces.

Because they love this country so deeply, they cannot bear to see innocent people being harmed on ordinary days.

Now that they understand that Wilson is the initiator who caused the country to become a doping zone, they are naturally eager to cut off this source as soon as possible.

Make it difficult for those banned drugs to harm people's families, people's wealth, and people's lives!

Anyone who knows something about banned drugs will understand that apart from harming people, this stuff has no positive effects on people themselves.

Of course, there is only one exception, and that is a person who is on the verge of death like Zeng Duwei.

For the sake of humanitarianism, dying patients can die without pain.

In this case, the use of banned drugs is still recognized by people.

In addition, banned drugs should be completely banned as its name suggests!

As for David, after being hunted by the CIA, he no longer loved the world that much.

But after thinking that those banned drugs that were scattered around the world might be purchased by his children or his children's friends in the future, he couldn't help but worry about the environment in which his children would grow up in the future.

For this reason, he would also fully support the decision to kill Wilson.

After all, he, a technician, doesn’t need to be on the front line, right?

In the end, Uncle Punishment, as the punisher, looked the calmest, but in fact, the anger in his heart was almost full.

Such a sinful guy still wants to convince himself to work for him?

God knows how much Uncle Punishment wants to take off Wilson's head and kick it with a ball!

Fortunately, Wilson said that he was actually the same as him, but they were clearly not the same at all!

He kills, but he only kills guilty people.

Wilson killed people who were hindering his business.

It is true that those people were guilty, but what about the good people who died indirectly because of Wilson's business?

That is a huge amount of human life that cannot be ignored.

So if you want to kill Wilson, he will definitely be the first one!

As long as there is a chance, he will kill him without mercy!

Feeling the anger in the hearts of the participants, Du Wei nodded with satisfaction:

"Then, Finch, open the door of the arsenal and let us enjoy the fireworks that are about to rise in Hell's Kitchen!"

At the same time, in a Chinese restaurant in Hell's Kitchen, 47, who was concentrating on using chopsticks to eat smooth tofu, received a text message from Du Wei.

Knowing that the time had come, he couldn't help but exert a little force with his fingers, causing the soft tofu to shatter instantly.

"Yeah, chopsticks are really difficult weapons to use."

47 shook his head, put down the chopsticks in his left hand, wiped his mouth with a cloth, left a tip at the table and walked out of the Chinese restaurant.

Wilson, that's a really tough goal.

The owner of the Chinese restaurant looked at the high tip on the table and wanted to thank 47. However, after chasing him out, he found that 47 had long since disappeared into an alley leading to the end of the passage.

This strange scene made the boss rub his eyes involuntarily, wondering if it was the little fox he rescued not long ago who was here to repay his kindness?

…

Outside Hell's Kitchen, countless homeless people in rags slowly approached the neighborhood with stainless steel iron basins.

Today they came here to beg, and what they were begging for was... human life!

In a residential building in a block adjacent to Hell's Kitchen, thirty ordinary-looking drones slowly took off with missiles attached to them.

Accompanied by a buzzing sound like the vibrating wings of a fly, the drone flew towards the key area of ​​Hell's Kitchen that Elijah had marked long ago under the cover of darkness.

Those areas were heavily guarded by Wilson, and they contained either a large amount of cash, a large amount of prohibited drugs, or a large amount of weapons.

Street war is actually a smaller version of real war.

In a real war, what they want to cut off is the other side's food and grass, but in a street war, what they want to cut off is the other side's weapons and assistance!

In this era filled with thermal weapons, whichever side has more advanced weapons will obviously have more advantages.

Humans are all made of flesh, but there is no possibility of being resistant to bullets.

Therefore, given the fragility of the human body, a bullet landed at the right place can easily end human life.

Even if this person is Wilson!

No one can stop a bullet unless he is not human!

Obviously, there are no ghosts and gods in this world, so Wilson will be dead today!

Because this is what Du Wei said, no one can change it!

Looking at the drone flying in the night sky, Elijah, who was standing on a rooftop overlooking the entire hell, said the famous saying from Julius Caesar in Latin:

"veni, vidi, vici. (I come, I see, I conquer.)"

boom!

As a dazzling fire erupted from Hell's Kitchen, the war that would overturn New York began.

Continuous fires spread across Hell's Kitchen.

Illuminating the night-shrouded Hell's Kitchen as brightly as day!

The homeless man who received the signal to start the war threw away the stainless steel iron basin in his hand, took out the second-hand AK hidden under his tattered clothes and rushed towards the target.

…

After repelling the attacks of the killers and the blind arms dealer's boy, Wilson's vigilant heartstrings did relax.

So at this time, he was still lying in the large bathtub enjoying the beauty's service.

This kind of life with one pillow on your head, two sitting on your hands, and one kneeling in front of you can be said to be the best way to relax your whole body.

Moreover, these guys are all top-quality human beings trafficked from various countries, and they are sold at sky-high prices.

It’s just that their owner is destined not to know that these ‘goods’ have actually been used by him, Wilson.

If you want to blame it, you can only blame it on the fact that today's technology is so advanced that it can be repaired anywhere.

Wilson, who was enjoying the service, squinted and felt the package when he suddenly heard a loud noise coming through the soundproof glass.

The glass also shook under the loud noise.

The frightened beauty accidentally hit Wilson with force. Wilson, who was in pain, grabbed her hair and smashed her against the glass.

Then he saw a scene he would never forget in his life.

(Thank you for the radish and celery leaves, Youyou→my heart’s monthly ticket, thank you!)