Luke sized up his palm and nodded in satisfaction. It was almost done.
After familiarizing himself with some more intelligence and imitating the various mannerisms and languages, he would talk to the Night Demon assassin.
He would give the other party an offer that the latter couldn't refuse to make sure that they could negotiate a "transfer agreement."
…
In New Jersey, John Wick poured dog food into the dog bowl at his feet. He looked at the dog he had taken from the animal rescue station and couldn't help but pat its square head.
This dog was very obedient.
It barely barked, and only played in the house. It could also understand a lot of orders.
John felt a lot better after a few days. At the very least, it wasn't as hard as he had imagined.
Most of the injuries on his body had also healed. Only some of the wounds still hurt faintly, but he would be fully recovered within a week.
After a simple breakfast, he went to the basement and cleaned up the cement fragments.
He then slowly sorted out the equipment and the gold coins and put them back into the big box.
Closing the box, he pushed it back into the pit and smoothed the floor with cement again.
However, he was a little uneasy. When would the next time be? Could he really quit?
When night fell, John flattened the basement floor and started to throw a few big bags of trash out the door so that the professional garbage collection company could take them away.
Opening the door, Zhang Xuan took a few steps out, and three black cars were driving over.
When he put down the trash, one of the cars stopped not far away. The back door opened, and a pair of shiny leather shoes stepped out. A Caucasian man in his thirties got out.
John's expression didn't change when he saw the man, but his heart sank. It seemed that his idea from this morning was about to become a reality.
The man stretched out his hand. "Long time no see, John."
John hesitated for a moment, but still shook his hand. "Long time no see, Santino!"
Santino asked, "Can I come in?"
John turned around silently.
Ten minutes later, John looked at the silver badge in front of him. "Go find someone else."
Santino, who was sitting opposite him, smiled. "John, a badge isn't insignificant. It represents a solemn promise from one person to another. Under the witness of a blood oath, it has to be fulfilled."
At this point, Santino shook the badge with the bloody fingerprint in his hand again and gently placed it on the coffee table. It landed on the table with a click.
Then he pressed his fingers against it and slowly pushed it to John's side.
The metallic badge rubbed against the wooden surface of the coffee table, producing a slight creaking sound that was a little ear-piercing.
Looking at the silver badge that had returned to him, John struggled in his heart. In the end, he shook his head and said, "I'm not that person anymore." He reached out and pushed the badge back.
Santino was furious. He picked up the silver badge and opened the back cover, revealing a bloody fingerprint inside. He pointed it at John. "John, without my help that night, you wouldn't have been able to complete the exit mission. You have this house, this life, everything, strictly speaking, I gave it to you. You have all this because of it. You have no right to refuse it. "
Looking at the struggling Hardedef, the corner of his mouth pulled up into an ugly smile. "Now, are you willing to listen to the mission?"
Hardedef's expression changed, but he still made up his mind and was prepared to stick to his idea.
At that moment, a weak voice rang out in his ear. "Promise him that I can help you solve this problem."
Hardedef's expression changed, and he quickly swept his gaze across the room.
"Promise him. In any case, if you don't promise him, won't you go back on your word? So what if you go back on your word again? "the weak voice said teasingly.
Hardedef finally couldn't help but look around, including Santino in front of him.
His behavior made Santino frown and look around the living room. "What's wrong?"
Hardedef turned around and looked at him. "Did you hear anything just now, like someone talking?"
Santino's face was full of displeasure. "No, Hardedef, are you trying to avoid the blood oath by pretending to be crazy?"
Hardedef struggled in his heart for a moment, but the combination of Santino, the badge, and the mysterious voice finally made him give in. "I promise."
Santino was stunned for a moment before a look of joy appeared on his face.
If it wasn't necessary, he really didn't want to fall out with Hardedef.
This guy nicknamed Night Demon was a monster, and he really needed him to take action now.
Now that Hardedef had taken the initiative to agree, that was the best outcome.
"I want you to kill someone," said Santino.
What could Hardedef say? He was best at killing people. "Who?"
"My sister," Santino said in a heavy tone.
Hardedef's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected this answer.
…
Ten minutes later, Santino walked out of Hardedef's house and said goodbye with a smile, "I'll be waiting for your good news, Hardedef."
Hardedef didn't say anything. He simply nodded slightly and watched the three cars leave.
Closing the door, he walked back to the living room and looked around. "What do you want?"
A dark shadow walked out from the bedroom. "I want everything about John Wick."
Hardedef squinted his eyes and saw a mask peeking out from the shadows. Two curled up mustaches and a strange smile formed on the lips.
A thought flashed through his mind, and he said in disbelief, "V?"
Luke looked at him with great interest. "Winston told you? Not many people in the Continental Hotel know this name. "
Hardedef quickly suppressed the shock in his heart. "What exactly do you want?"
Luke chuckled. "Like I said, I want John Wick. In other words, I want your name, appearance, and identity to enter the Continental Hotel."
Hardedef could no longer maintain his composure. "What do you want?"
He had heard from Winston that this smiling man, V, had killed 126 industry veterans in one go, and had even left behind a statue that seemed to be V himself as proof.
V might be one of the most powerful killers after him.
It was also for this reason that he hadn't made a move yet.
Given V's legendary strength, it wasn't likely that Hardedef would survive a sneak attack.
But the other party had come out just like that and had no intention of hiding. Clearly, it wasn't to kill him.
Luke walked over to where Santino had been sitting earlier and sat down. "Sit down. Let's talk. I'll give you an offer you can't refuse. "
Hardedef slowly sat down. "What do you want?"
A moment later, Hardedef exclaimed, "That's impossible!"
Crackle!
Crash! Crash!
Crash! Crash!
There was the sound of things falling and shattering.
"Ah!"
“shxt！”
"F * ck you! Ah ~ "
The sound abruptly stopped, and the room fell silent again.
Ten minutes later, Luke left the villa invisibly and couldn't help but sigh. "I said you can't refuse, so you definitely can't. So what if you're unwilling? "
In the basement, the cement floor that had just been sealed up and hadn't dried yet had a huge hole again, and the big box inside had disappeared.
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