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Wick nodded at the stunned Jerry, sat down, turned to Smith and said, "Hi, Smith."

Smith didn't look back, just sipped his wine and said lazily, "Hi, John."

"Hi, my name is Jerry, codenamed 'Weasel', and I'm the owner of this bar." Jerry approached excitedly, "Mr. John Wick, you are a legend in our circle, can you come I am so honored to be in this bar. Although it is a bit presumptuous, can we take a photo together?"

Wick forced a smile: "Could you please later, I have something to talk to Smith about."

"Please...by the way, what would you like to drink?"

"Ice water will do."

"Excellent, this cup is mine."

Seeing the huge water glass that Jerry pushed in front of him diligently, the corners of Wick's eyes twitched a few times, and he turned to Smith and said, "It's really not your style to hide here for a drink without going home so late."

"Aren't you the same," Smith spun his glass, "How come a nice gentleman like you came to this kind of place?"

Wick said seriously: "I'm here to find you."

Smith was slightly taken aback, then turned to look at Wick: "Is there anything else you can't solve?"

Wick shook his head: "It has nothing to do with work."

"Isn't it a matter of work?" Smith narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice, "Could it be a personal matter?"

Wick pursed his lips: "Almost."

"Then I can't help you," Smith sighed after taking another sip of his wine, "Now I still have a bunch of shitty things I don't have a clue about."

Jerry came over and said in a low voice, "Smith and his wife are separated, don't think about it, they just sleep in separate rooms."

Smith rolled his eyes: "Thank you for your explanation, Jerry."

"You're welcome, man, why are we brothers?"

Jerry gave a thumbs up, his teeth gleaming in the light.

"This is the case,

Wick's expression was still calm, he nodded to Smith, and said seriously, "I'm sorry to hear the news." Then I will not bother you, please continue. "

After speaking, Wick was about to get up and leave.

"Wait," Smith frowned, "I'm a little curious about you leaving like this. Why are you looking for me? Did you go to sleep on the sofa too?"

Wick finished it again, and said seriously: "Of course not, I want to ask you about an NIA agent."

"NIA?" Smith signaled Jerry to refill himself a glass of wine, and frowned, "You ask what those guys are doing, isn't there an instruction from above that you can't deal with their orders in a short time?"

"It has nothing to do with work," Wick said in a deep voice, "The agent's name is Sheron, do you know him well?"

"puff!"

Smith just took a sip of his drink and sprayed it all over Jerry.

Jerry wiped his face in embarrassment: "Although I used low-quality whiskey, the reaction shouldn't be so big, right?"

Smith had no time to talk to Jerry, and turned to look at Wick in surprise: "Damn it, how did you know that guy?"

Wick frowned and said, "We met because of some personal matters." Andrew's novel

"Oh," Smith sighed, snatched the bottle from Jerry, poured himself a glass, poured another glass for Wick, and sighed, "Then I advise you, man, stay away from that guy. Far away, the farther the better, it is best never to meet again."

"Why?" Wick frowned, "I've inquired secretly, and it seems that he has a strong background and a strong background, but there are not many people who know him inside the NIA, and it seems that he handles cases with a high level of secrecy. "

"I don't care about his background. I only know one thing. If you come into contact with him, you will be unlucky for no reason." Smith recalled the scene of meeting Wendigo in the deep mountains and old forests, and couldn't help but tremble all over his body, "Really, Wick, I didn't lie to you. Even when Jane and I had emotional problems, it was after receiving the list about him."

Seeing Smith's tangled expression, Wick took a slight breath, pondered for a moment, and said in a low voice, "I trust you, Smith. But the trouble is, I just met him this afternoon."

Smith immediately looked around vigilantly: "Damn it, you won't bring NIA here, will you?"

Wick shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm being tailed behind me."

But Smith's expression still didn't relax, he frowned and said, "Why are you going to see him when you have nothing to do?"

"Do you think I'm willing to deal with NIA? Who asked me to be a costume designer?" Wick was also a little emotional. "He just asked me to go by name. Can I not go?"

Smith reached out and tapped Wick's chest, and said in a deep voice, "Quick and quick fix, don't contact him again after it's settled."

Wick smiled wryly, picked up his glass and took a sip: "But from the look on that guy's face, I seem to recognize my identity."

"It's normal to recognize, after all, you are too famous in our circle." Smith laughed, "The tree attracts the wind, and the gun shoots the first bird."

Wick's expression turned cold: "Then do you think he's dangerous?"

"Dangerous? Very dangerous, very dangerous." Smith shook his head and said, "Although I can't tell you the specific details of the work, I can tell you that I have tried at least three actions, but all of them failed inexplicably, and I It almost folded in."

Smith took a sip of his wine bitterly, and said through gritted teeth, "Especially the last time, my wife was still there, and a car explosion happened next to him for no reason, and almost sent the two of us away together. As a result, the employer died, and the bill was over." Such an inexplicable cancellation."

Smith let out a long sigh: "I have been working for so many years, and we have known each other for more than ten years. When did you encounter such an inexplicable job?"

Wick didn't speak, just picked up the wine glass, touched Smith silently, and drank it down.

"By the way, John, when are you getting married?"

"No date has been set, but it should be soon. This is all Helen's worrying about, and I don't care."

"You found a good woman... Dude, as a person who has been married, I solemnly give you a suggestion. Wash your hands, it will be too painful to do this job after marriage."

"...Let's talk again, come, have another drink..."

The two big men didn't even have a plate of peanuts in front of them, so they just sat in front of the counter and drank dryly. Even if Jerry's wine had been mixed with water, he couldn't resist drinking it like this, mixing white, yellow, and red together.

When Wick and Smith walked out of the bar with each other's arms, they were almost drunk. Fortunately, Wick was still sober and knew that he could no longer drive. But there are no taxis nearby, but there is a subway station across the road.

Glancing at the time, Wick vaguely remembered that Helen said that there was still the last train at midnight. So he simply supported Smith and staggered towards the subway station.

While walking on this side, Smith was still talking drunk.

"Brother John, I'm not going home tonight."

"Okay, okay, you go back to my house, okay?"

"Why go home, let's continue to find a place, we won't go home until we're drunk"

"All right, let's go home first, wash our face and change our clothes before going out, okay?"

Wick, who was somewhat helpless, walked down the subway with great difficulty, just as the train was slowly entering the platform. After helping Smith into the carriage, Wick habitually glanced left and right, just in time to see a man in a suit with an expressionless face sitting on the other side of the carriage.

He held a black leather case tightly in his hand.

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