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The cabin looked as shabby as the outside, and many of the furniture were even in rough shape. It was obvious that the former Mr. Killer had done the carpentry work himself.

However, a few pots of flowers placed on the windowsill and exquisite handmade hangings everywhere in the house made this shabby wooden house full of life.

While Mike was looking around, John, who had sent his wife to the cubicle, came out again.

"What do you want from me?" John, who had a bulge on his lower back, stared at Mike and asked straight to the point.

Obviously, when he came out again, he had a weapon hidden on his body.

On the other side, Nidhi, who felt the "murderous intent", also alertly stretched her hands to her waist, where she happened to store her weapons.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"This is not the way to treat guests, John~" Mike said calmly: "As the owner of this place, when facing guests coming from afar, shouldn't you prepare a drink for us first?"

Maybe it was because Mike's reaction was so bland that John couldn't figure out the other party's approach for a while.

So, after staring at Mike for a few more times, he suddenly turned around and went to the kitchen.

Not long after, a pot of freshly brewed black tea was placed on the table, and John himself sat across from Mike.

A little buffer time allowed the former Mr. Killer to calm down a lot.

"John Wick, a former professional assassin at the New York City Hotel, has performed more than twenty A-level missions and more than fifty B-level missions..."

Mike started to recount John's experience in detail. When the man opposite him could hardly sit still, he changed the subject and said: "Now, on behalf of the X Special Department, I give you a chance to choose your life again. Join my X team and I will help you. Solve some of your troubles."

"Or reject me, and then make a gesture with my team member Nidi..."

Because of his identity as a killer, John has been blacklisted by public agencies, and it is difficult to find an ordinary job that requires identification.

And because he also violated the rules of the New York City Hotel, his reputation in the killer circle was equally notorious.

It can be said that on both the black and white paths, there is no place for John.

In this case, he wanted to make money to treat his wife's illness, and Mike was his best choice.

"Why do you organize work?" John was obviously tempted. However, out of caution, he then continued to ask: "And how can you prove that your organization has no ill intentions towards me?"

As a desperado, John could even throw away his life. But he still worries about his wife, and what he fears most is dealing with the police.

You know, the "job" he did before was not glorious. If someone is accidentally sent in, at least he will be banned for life.

"I work for MIB, and we also cooperate with FBL, IRS and other public departments..."

Mike showed a bunch of documents and waved a banner: "As long as you join my team, I can apply for a new identity certificate for you, giving you a chance to live in the sun..."

"At the same time, as my team member, you will have a fixed salary of 50,000 yuan per month. And for every special mission you perform, there will be additional bonuses."

The purpose of revealing one's identity is to prove the strength of the organization behind oneself and to deepen the persuasiveness. And the salary given can solve John's urgent need.

As a former hit man, John didn't have much money saved at all. Now the expenses required for his wife's illness have made his situation visibly tight.

After hearing the conditions offered by Mike, John was obviously even more excited.

After his eyes flickered for a few times, he seemed to have made up his mind and decided to take a gamble: "If what you said is true, I am willing to join your team..."

"But before that, I still want to know what the MIB department you mentioned does exactly. And what is the specific content of our mission?"

As expected of a person who has been a killer, his thoughts are delicate.

But his attitude also showed that Mike's recruitment plan was probably successful.

"MIB is a department that handles special events and is committed to maintaining world peace~" After basically confirming the relationship, Mike said familiarly: "As for the specific content of the mission, you will know it in two days. Now, I need you to help me go there Check the information of a person named Wesley."

Wesley, an ordinary office worker, has probably been picked up by the League of Assassins to deal with his father, "Cross", a former defected member of the League of Assassins.

Mike had asked Chris to help investigate Wesley before, but unfortunately the other person did not work for any company on Wall Street.

However, mice have their ways. In this case, a "little guy" like Wesley is very suitable for John, who has a huge network of low-level connections, to investigate.

"I..." Faced with Mike's familiarity, John wanted to say that he was not ready to start work yet.

"Let's do this. As a work reward, I will pay you this month's salary in advance." Mike, who could find someone to reimburse his bills, generously chose the money offensive.

Then, looking at John who had an extra fifty thousand yuan in his mobile phone account, he wisely shut his mouth.

He needs this money so much now.

Ten minutes later, Mike, who told John some precautions, took Niddy out of the cabin.

Helen, who had been paying attention to the situation outside the cubicle, saw Mike and the two leaving, rolled her wheelchair to her husband's side, and gently held his hand.

The woman has long, silky hair and a gentle temperament, which gives people around her a sense of calmness.

"Everything will be fine~" Looking at his wife beside him, John felt happy and at the same time felt that he had motivation in life.

Then, in order to reassure his wife, John briefly told her about Mike's identity and situation.

On the other side, Mike actually already knew the specific location of the Assassin's League headquarters and was planning to take action in two days.

As for going to Cha Wesley, it was a casual move on his part.

The reason is because the other party has the potential to become a member of his team.

Then, for more than a day, Mike went to the Men in Black headquarters to apply for funds and weapons, and at the same time helped John solve the problem of his new identity.

Although the Men in Black organization does not belong to any organization, there is no doubt about the power of the organization.

At least now, there is no criminal record of John in the public information network.

Two days later, Mike, who was riding in a super car, met John in a black suit in the suburbs of New York's Queens neighborhood.

He had tidied up his appearance. If it weren't for the beard on his face, he looked more like an elite white-collar worker.

"I found out about Wesley. A few days ago, he was picked up by a woman in the abandoned factory in front..."

With the help of John, he quickly entered the role and continued to report: "I have been here for a day and I haven't seen anyone come out of the factory. However, I also made an unexpected discovery. It seems that someone like me is monitoring the abandoned factory. …”

"There are various signs that there should be some secret hidden in the factory in front of you."

As expected of a former top killer, John's reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance abilities are excellent.

"Thank you for your hard work. As for the person hiding in the dark, we don't have to worry about him for the time being." Mike affirmed John's work attitude, then took out a new ID, handed it to the other party along with a handful of Yuanzi No. 4, and continued: "Now welcome your new identity. You will never have to worry about someone coming to check your form again."

The new ID card made John feel slightly emotional, and he had a general understanding of the energy of MIB.

It doesn't feel bad to join such a capable organization.

Then, John, who was holding Yuanzi No. 4, asked curiously: "What is the check list?"

Obviously, the former Mr. Killer did not get the clue of checking the ** meter.

"You'll know in a moment." Mike sold it out with a smile.

Then John saw Mike carrying a giant three-barrel cannon from an old Ford car, arrogantly walking to the abandoned factory and slamming the door.

"Is anyone home? Open the door!!! Check the ** meter~"

Queens is one of the three major slums in New York. There are many abandoned factories that have closed down in the suburbs, but abandoned factories as big as the ones in front of you are rare.