End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Chapter 1009 The scene is so miserable

New York Continental Hotel.

A special guest came to the general manager's office, the retired killer John Wick, and Winston was warmly receiving him.

"John, my old friend, I'm surprised, I didn't expect you to come out again."

"No, I didn't intend to do my old job, just...to help you once, that's all."

John Wick responded with a wry smile. He didn't want to come, but after receiving a call from Winston, the choice was no longer in his hands.

He knew very well that refusal would have no effect. Instead of waiting for Winston to do something bad, he might as well take the initiative to stand up, at least to keep his home from being bombed.

"John, don't put on a sour face. The current situation is different from before. I don't need you to do anything, just show your face by my side." Winston said with a smile.

"What's the meaning?"

"John, the underground world is changing. A new era is about to begin. No one dares to continue to dictate in New York."

Winston smiled slightly. Seeing John Wick's puzzled expression, he explained: "I almost forgot that you don't know anything, and I can't blame you. After all, you have been away for too long, and you have lost access to a lot of information."

While speaking, he took out several documents and placed them on the desk one by one, and John Wick took them and read them.

New York, Los Angeles, Mexico City, Brasilia, Dal Beda...

Seeing the bloody numbers made John Wick's tongue dry, he picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip, still feeling lingering fear.

His scalp was numb and he said, "Winston, what happened? The governments of these countries launched a joint operation against the high table?"

"No, the cause of the incident was an accident, a wrong order from New York..."

Winston's smile remained unchanged, and he told what happened.

He is happy for a reason.

The New York Continental Hotel was the first to be cleaned by Russell, but compared to other Continental hotels, it was the one with the least loss, none of them.

Compared with other appalling continental hotels, this loss in New York is not a loss, it can even be said to be a blessing in disguise.

Everyone was unlucky, and Winston, as the least serious one, did not lose money, but made money.

Winston is old and cunning, and clearly realizes that as long as Russell is still in New York, the High Table Conference will not dare to do anything to him. He will always be the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York and become the real king here.

Saying this is a bit of a sham, but Winston is not ashamed but proud, because many managers of Continental hotels want to be dogs, but they can't find where their homes are.

Although, his dog hasn't entered the house yet, but that doesn't matter, anyway, in the eyes of the high table meeting, he has already hugged his long legs.

After listening to Winston's general story, John Wick's eyelids twitched, and he felt that the document in his hand was extremely hot: "It's incredible that a single person has overturned the pattern of the underground world and forced the high table to surrender unconditionally. ...is he really human?"

"Who knows?"

Winston lit up the bible in his hand, and said with a smile: "The High Table's global power has suffered heavy losses, and its deterrence has fallen to an unprecedented low. If they want to stabilize the situation and continue to be king, they must delegate power." to more people."

"John, a new round of shuffling is about to begin,

Now is the time to divide the cake, do you want to build a dynasty with me? "

"you sure?"

John Wick looked at Winston in surprise, before he said in a daze, "With all due respect, I didn't even know you had such ambitions."

"Just kidding, I'm not interested in building a dynasty. I'm just eager to see the old dynasty collapse." Winston smiled and waved his hands. He's not greedy, and New York is enough.

"Winston, if you are looking for me to kill this monster, then you should hire someone else."

John Wick had a strange face: "It's not that I admit counsel, but that I really don't want to die."

"Don't worry, I never had this kind of thought... Uh, maybe I did at first, but now, more than anyone else, I hope that Officer Russell can live well."

While Winston was talking, his deputy Caron pushed the door and walked in. After apologizing, he put the latest document on the desk.

"Here it is again, let me see what happened this time."

Winston put on his reading glasses, his complexion changed slightly, he handed the document to John Wick, and sighed, "John, an old friend of yours has passed away, so my condolences change."

According to the latest information from Rome, the Dantonio crime family was wiped out in the castle of the territory, and two direct members of the family were confirmed dead.

The family patriarch, Gianna Dantonio, was also one of the twelve managers of the High Table. Her death reduced the number of remaining high-level tables to 6/12.

The once powerful High Table organization, half of its leaders were killed, turned from glory to downhill, just because it blew off a New York policeman's award ceremony.

It's too bad, it is estimated that the remaining six high-level executives want to die.

"Jianna, she was killed too..."

John Wick reminisces about the past, closes his eyes and holds back his grief. This day will happen sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so suddenly.

jingle bell~~~

The cell phone rang, a call from Moscow, Winston looked at it and ignored it.

The Continental Hotel over there is closed, the manager is nowhere to be found, and the local gang's high table manager is terrified. When Jaina dies, it's his turn to be next, but he really doesn't want to die.

"Winston, won't you answer your cell phone?"

"Don't worry about it, it's just a dying person."

Winston turned on the phone, with a tone of uncontrollable complacency: "Mr. Leonid from Moscow is the guy who likes to interrupt others roughly, and now he calls me dozens of times a day. I don't care about him."

"Uh, if I remember correctly, Mr. Leonid is one of the twelve managers, is that really good?" John Wick struggled.

"What does it matter, tomorrow I should see the photo of his headshot."

Winston shrugged comfortably, enjoying the current feeling very much: "I can't help him, I can't contact Officer Russell, his fate can only be a dead end. Maybe he can organize thousands of people to be buried with him, or order a big Ivan End your own life prematurely."

While talking, Winston became interested, connected the phone and spoke a lot of Russian.

The general idea is that he tried many times, but he couldn't get in touch with Russell, and he couldn't stop Russell from continuing to kill. He persuaded Leonid to think about it, and in the last few hours of his life, do something meaningful, such as vodka.

Drunk is a good choice!

John Wick has black lines all over his face. He is from Belarus and can understand Russian. He feels that Winston is a bit skinny now, and he has let himself go.

"Come on, John, I invite you to dinner to celebrate the further fall of the old dynasty."

"Uh, all right!"

Boom!

Just as the two got up, the office door was violently kicked open. The deputy, Caron, hurriedly pulled out the pistol from his waist, and when he saw the intruder, he swished the gun back into his belt.

【Ding】

[The host contacts the plot character John Wick, which triggers the lottery. Do you want to draw now? 】

"Officer Russell, are you back?"

Winston froze for a moment, then hurriedly put on a humble smiling face, and quickly reached out to meet him.

Russell didn't intend to shake hands, and Winston wasn't embarrassed either. He stretched out his hand to lead to the high-end sofa: "It's been hard for you these days, please sit down."

Russell didn't speak, and looked at John Wick suspiciously. It wasn't Constantine or Neo. He judged that it was related to the "High Table Legs" organization and belonged to the protagonist in the plot.

He tried to think about the direction of the plot that he didn't mess with, thinking that he might disturb John Wick to pretend to be aggressive, and he was embarrassed.

Russell saw that John Wick could neither stand nor sit, and stretched out his hand in embarrassment: "Hello, Mr. Police Officer, I am John Wick."

Russell stretched out his hand and shook it: "Don't say you are a killer, or I will arrest you."

"Uh, no."

John Wick shook his head, he didn't lie, the killer was a thing of the past, now he is a widower who lost his wife, and an otaku who lives with a dog.

"Officer Russell, it's rare to come here, why don't we have dinner together?"

Winston suggested with a smile that he was going to take a picture of himself and Russell dining together, and whoever dared to have a loud BB with him in the future, he would show the picture.

"Not interested, I'll pick up my car." Russell said weakly.

The Roman cathedral party disappointed him deeply. He pretended to be a wandering angel, a wanderer eager to return home, and asked the believers to help open the gate of heaven. As a result...

It's hard to say!

Anyway, when he left, there was a lot of wailing in the church, and a dozen old men with white beards were howling and crying, and the scene was very miserable.

Winston's heart skipped a beat, and he asked tentatively, "Officer Russell, may I ask, what do you mean by coming to pick up the car? You don't plan to continue...then what's the matter?"

"No, I'm bored."

Russell glanced at Winston: "Why, are you disappointed?"

"No, this is your decision, and I personally support it very much. By the way, the High Table Conference unconditionally surrendered to you four days ago, but you have not been able to be contacted."

"yes?"

Russell took out his mobile phone from his pocket. Thousands of missed calls, 99% of which were from unknown numbers, came from all over the world.

"Tsk, there are too many advertisements for unfamiliar numbers, especially numbers with international calls. I never answer them."

"you are right!"

"I'm not really interested in whether 'Kegs High' surrendered, I just want to know if I've been reinstated and my investiture ceremony."

"Don't worry, the high table, no, the high leg meeting has been arranged for you."

Winston replied with a smile, not only the awarding ceremony, but also the previous bad remarks were all cleaned up, the power of capital bombarded him indiscriminately, and rainbow farts against Russell can be seen everywhere on the Internet. He probably would feel a little embarrassed when he saw it. .

Of course, it is also possible to accept it frankly.

"Then I'm fine."

Russell nodded, and looked at Winston with disdain: "To be honest, the name of the 'Leg Raise' organization is terrible. I would definitely not join such a weird organization."

Winston nodded heavily, and agreed: "Yes, I think so too. It's just too vulgar."

"..."

John Wick: Winston, is this still you?

"Stop talking nonsense, give me my car keys, and I hand them to the doorman when I enter the door, don't say I was bombed by you."

"How is it possible, who dares to touch your car, I will screw his head off."

Winston widened his eyes and made a sound of indignation, and then smiled apologetically: "But there is a small situation, the doorman doesn't know which is your car key, why don't you take a look for yourself?"

While speaking, Winston took out an expensive jewelry box from the bookcase. After opening it, there were two rows of eight luxury car keys inside.

Russell: (;¬д¬)

What the hell, the Camaro fell into the river?

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