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"What? Didn't find anything?"

Scoff looked helplessly at the female police officer in front of him, reached out and threw the photo taken last night on the table: "Then how do you explain this?"

The female police officer picked up the photo and looked at it, then frowned and said, "What's wrong? What does this photo show?"

Scoff said helplessly, "I saw with my own eyes that it was this man who smashed this girl with a hammer in his hand."

"But Mr. Scoff, after receiving your call, we stopped the train and searched all the cars. We found nothing unusual, no blood, no dead body, let alone the man in your photo."

The policewoman sighed, put down the photo and said, "I understand your feelings, Mr. Schauf. But now we can only deal with it as a normal disappearance case...Of course, we will also investigate this man. Thank you for the clues you provided, If there is any other need, our police will contact you again."

"Hmph, I'm afraid I will never contact you again."

Scoff stood up angrily, and quickly left the police station. He was a little dizzy under the scorching sun, and he reached into his jacket pocket, just in time to touch the business card that Xie Lun gave him yesterday.

Taking it out to have a look, Scoff hesitated. After a while, he sneered, curled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can beside him.

"The world is as black as crows, so what about NIA? It's not the same as just wasting taxpayers' money and not doing work."

Scoff muttered and left.

But he didn't know that what he lost wasn't just a business card, he almost lost his life and that of his girlfriend.

In a dark and dirty looking bar, an ugly, menacing old man was confronting a fat white man, and behind them stood five gunmen with guns.

"Tarasov, let me make it clear. I'm going to order your auto repair shop."

The white man reached out and tapped the table hard.

The old man smiled disdainfully and said, "Why? Just rely on your dozens of broken guns? Xiyes, don't dream. If you make our Tarasov family anxious, you will be unable to eat."

Heyes laughed.

Pulling off his shirt, revealing the grenade inside: "I, Xiyes, was able to lay down such a large territory in New York in just a few months because I dared to work hard. What about you? Tarasov , you and your men, dare?"

Tarasov said helplessly: "No, it's mainly because the crackdown was severe a while ago, and everyone didn't have the same knowledge as you."

"Hahaha..." Xiyes laughed loudly, "A bunch of bullshit NIA agents scared you like this, and they all called themselves big bosses. I'll make it clear today, Tarasov, you If the auto repair shop doesn't give it to me, then you don't want to get out of here today."

Tarasov sighed and said, "Well, Xiyes, I can't decide this matter. But I brought a representative who can represent my brother and talk to you about this matter."

As he spoke, he lightly clapped his hands twice.

The bar door opened, and John Wick stepped in.

Xies made a gesture, and two of his men immediately stepped forward, stopped Wick, searched up and down carefully, and only let him approach after making sure that he was not carrying a weapon.

"You are Xiyes?" Wick sat down at the round table, reached into his jacket pocket, and took out a checkbook and a pencil, "Boss Weta entrusted me to come, and expressed his willingness to exchange cash for your friendship. "

With that said, Wick picked up a pencil, wrote a series of numbers on the check, and pushed it in front of Xiyes: "Are you satisfied with this amount?"

Xiyes glanced at it and sneered: "Is Weta begging for food? You want me to give up the auto repair shop, at least this amount!"

He stretched out a slap, then rolled back and forth twice.

Wick nodded, reached out and lightly clasped the tip of the pencil, and said calmly: "The price is easy to talk about. It's just Xiyes, I have a question, Malbas, Randall, Maloran...these people , should be your little brother, right?"

Xiyes nodded, and said coldly, "That's right, what do you mean by mentioning them?"

"It's nothing, I just heard that these people attacked NIA agents on the subway last night and were all arrested by the police."

"I know," Xiyes said triumphantly, "As expected, he is indeed my brother, and he is generous in his work. You are all afraid of that NIA, but we are not."

Wick blew on the pencil shavings he picked out, looked at the black nib, and continued, "But I heard that they were arrested by the police for molesting and insulting female passengers on the subway."

"Nonsense, how could my brother do such a thing." Xiyes slammed the table and yelled viciously, "Besides, even if you do it, so what, we gangsters must have gangsters momentum."

"That damned woman must be the one who called the police. When I find out her identity, I will definitely fuck her hard, in front of her man!"

Xiyes looked at Wick with a ferocious expression on his face: "Do you think it's okay? This... By the way, I haven't asked your name yet?"

"John, John Wick," Wick smiled lightly, "By the way, the female passenger you molested is my fiancée!"

The pencil in his hand suddenly penetrated the pupil of Xiyes' right eye, and directly inserted deeply into the brainstem. At the same time, Wick stood up like lightning, broke the neck of one of Xiyes' subordinates, grabbed the gun from the opponent's hand, and fired at the other four subordinates.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Four shots, four bodies.

Only then did Tarasov and his subordinates react. Looking at the dead body of Xiyes with pencils stuck in his eyes, and at the handsome Wick who didn't even have a drop of blood on his body, the several of them couldn't help swallowing at the same time.

"Mr. Tarasov, I will leave it to you to deal with the scene here."

Wick nodded at Tarasov, who hurriedly said, "No problem, just leave it to me."

Wick took out his handkerchief, wiped the pistol clean, and threw it on the corpse, before walking away from the bar.

"It's scary, it's scary. A pencil, just a pencil, can you imagine? Mad, it's scary to imagine."

Tarasov murmured.

As soon as Wick walked out of the bar, his cell phone rang. Looking at the strange call, he frowned, hesitated for a while, and finally got through: "Hi, I'm John Wick...Miss Tina, Mr. Sheron Are you free this afternoon? Okay, see you this afternoon!"

After hanging up the phone, Wick heaved a sigh of relief.

To be honest, a character like him who was killed from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood is not afraid of anyone. But for some reason, Wick didn't want to have too much contact with the NIA agent named Sheron.

It's not because of the identity of the other party, but Wick always has a feeling that he is looking down on himself, as if he already knows clearly about his future and every move he does.

"I heard that Smith has dealt with him before, why don't you ask him for information?"

Wick whispered in his heart.

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