Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke looked at the palm of the activity and nodded with satisfaction: almost.

Familiar with some intelligence materials, the imitation of various behavioral language is a little higher, so he should talk to that night devil killer.

He will give the other party a condition that cannot be refused to ensure that the two parties can negotiate a "transfer agreement".

...

In New Jersey, John Wick poured dog food into the dog's bowl under his feet. Looking at the dog who came from the animal rescue station, he couldn't help touching his square brain.

This dog is very good.

It was hardly called, it was just playing around in the house, and it could understand a lot of commands.

Over the next few days, John felt much better, at least not as difficult as he thought.

Most of the injuries were recovered. Only some of the wounds were still painful, but it was only within a week of full recovery.

After having a simple breakfast, he went into the basement and cleaned up the pieces of cement.

Then, he slowly sorted out all the gear and continental gold coins and put them back in the big box.

Closing the box, he pushed it back into the pit and smoothed the ground again with cement.

However, his mind was a little disturbed: next time, when? Can I really quit?

At night, John smoothed the floor of the basement and began to throw a few sacks of garbage out of the door for the professional garbage recycling company to take them away.

After opening the door, only a few steps were taken, and three black cars were driving not far away.

When he lowered the garbage, one of the cars stopped just by the side of the road in front of him, the back door opened, a pair of shiny leather shoes stepped out, and a white man in his thirties was out of the car.

Seeing this man, John didn't move his face, but his heart sank: the idea this morning seems to be coming true.

The man held out his hand: "Long time, John."

John hesitated, still holding out his hand, "See you in a long time, Santino!"

Santino: "Can you go in and sit?"

John turned silently.

More than ten minutes later, John looked at the silver badge in front of him: "Go find someone else."

Santino, who was sitting opposite him, laughed: "John, the emblem is not a trivial thing. It represents one's solemn promise to another, and it must be fulfilled with the blood oath."

Speaking of this, Santino shook the badge with blood fingerprints in his hand again, put it gently on the coffee table, and clicked on the table.

Then he pressed it with his fingers and slowly pushed to John's side.

The metallic badge rubbed against the wooden table top of the coffee table, making a slight crunch, a little harsh.

Looking at the silver badge before returning to himself, John struggled in his heart, and finally shook his head: "I'm not that person anymore." He reached out and pushed the badge back again.

Santino looked angry, picked up the silver badge, opened the back cover, and exposed a **** fingerprint inside to John: "John, you can't complete that exit task without my help that night. You The house now, the life, all this, strictly speaking, I gave it to you. You can have it all because of it. You have no right to refuse it. "

Looking at the struggling John, an ugly smile drew from the corner of his mouth: "Now, are you willing to listen to the task?"

John's face changed, and he made a decision in his heart, ready to stick to his thoughts.

At this moment, a faint voice came from his ear: "Promise him, I can help you solve this problem."

John's complexion changed, and his gaze swept across the room quickly.

"Promise him. Anyway, if you don't promise him, it doesn't matter if you don't talk? What about it again and again!" The faint voice said with a joke.

John couldn't help but look around, including Santino in front of him.

His behavior caused Santino to frown and look around the living room: "What's wrong?"

John turned his head and looked at him: "You didn't hear anything just now, such as someone talking?"

Santino looked displeased: "No. John, do you want to escape the blood oath by pretending to be crazy?"

John struggled for a moment, but the combination of Santino, the badge, and the mysterious words finally made him submit: "I promise."

Immediately, Santino showed a smile.

He didn't want to rip his face with John unless necessary.

This guy, nicknamed the Nightmare, is a monster, and he also needs a shot from the other side.

Now John agreed, and that was the best result.

"I want you to kill someone," Santino said.

What can John say, the best thing in his life is to kill: "Who?"

"My sister," Santino said heavily.

John's heart throbbed a little, and he didn't expect it to be the answer.

...

Ten minutes later, Santino stepped out of John's house and said goodbye to him with a smile: "I'm waiting for your good news, John."

John kept silent, but nodded slightly, watching the three cars leave.

He closed the door and walked back to the living room. He glanced around: "What do you want?"

A dark shadow emerged from the passage across the bedroom: "I want everything from John Wick."

John squinted his eyes and saw a mask emerge from the shadows. Two raised raised mustaches, his grinning mouth formed a weird smile.

A message flashed through his head, incredibly authentic: "V?"

Luke looked at him with interest: "Wenston told you? Few people at the Continental Hotel know the name."

John quickly suppressed the shock in his heart: "What exactly do you want?"

Luke chuckled: "As I said, I want John Wick, that is, I want your name and appearance to enter the Continental Hotel."

John couldn't keep calm. "What do you want?"

He had heard from Winston that this smiling man V killed 126 industry veterans in one breath, and left a statue suspected of V himself as a voucher.

V is probably one of the most powerful killers after him.

For this reason, he hasn't done anything yet.

With the legendary strength of V, a deliberate sneak attack, he is unlikely to be alive.

But the other party came out like this and did not mean to hide it, obviously not to kill him.

Luke walked to the place where Santino had sat before, and sat down: "Sit down, let's talk slowly. I will give you a condition that you can't refuse."

John sat down slowly: "What do you want?"

A moment later, John exclaimed, "This is impossible!"

Crackling!

Rumble!

哐 啷 ding 咚!

The sound of an overturned and broken item sounded ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ah! "

"Shxt!"

"Hua Q! Ah ~"

The sound stopped suddenly, and the room was silent again.

Ten minutes later, Luke left the villa in hiding and couldn't help sighing: "I said I couldn't refuse, I couldn't refuse. What if you don't want to?"

In the basement, the cement floor that had just been sealed and did not dry out again made a large pit, and the large box inside disappeared.

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