A year was enough for Luke to understand most of the situation at the high table.
He could find another hitman to replace him, and he could still continue to roam the dark side.
So what if John was alive then? What else could he say except that V had locked him up for a year?
It wasn't like Winston didn't know about V's existence, and he hadn't done anything.
Compared to finding the elusive V, the high table would definitely be more willing to kill John and preserve its reputation.
Countless thoughts flashed through John's mind, and he finally heaved a long sigh. "Then I agree. But I still want to stay here for a while. Just like this. "
Luke was curious. "Don't you want to get out soon?"
John shook his head. "Since I've already transferred this identity, why should I go out now? I might as well think about where I can retire in the future. Hm, can you help me keep my personal belongings at home? Mainly photos and videos of me and my wife. "
Luke said, "Sure. I'll pack them up at your house later and bring them to you tomorrow. That's it? "
John nodded. "Deal."
Luke was about to leave, when John seemed to remember something. "Wait, I have a request."
Luke: "Huh?"
John: "Can you get some gym equipment in? I feel like my body is going to rust. "
Luke said, "A treadmill. Both you and it can use it."
John looked at the silly dog, who was squatting next to him and smiled bitterly. "Fine, we can both use it."
Luke, however, had already left the workshop and closed the door.
Selina looked at him in admiration. "You've already decided what to do. What's the difference whether he agrees or not? At worst, you'll throw him out in a year. "
Luke said, "That's why I've always said that I'll give him something he can't refuse!"
That made sense, and Selina found herself at a loss for words.
At night, Luke and John sat across from each other in the dark room.
Looking at the dark red blood flowing into the needle, John finally asked, "Is it necessary?"
Luke looked up. "I haven't checked you up since you were injured. This is just a necessary physical examination."
John: "… What kind of physical examination requires 400 cc of blood?"
Luke said, "My physical examination is more detailed."
John: "… As long as you're happy."
He was a hundred percent sure that this guy didn't draw so much of his blood for a physical examination.
But what could he do? He was in despair.
After the blood was drawn, Luke removed the needle in satisfaction and pressed a cotton swab against the hole in John's wrist. "Rest well. You'll be able to go to Brazil soon and sleep with a Latin American girl."
John rolled his eyes and didn't say anything.
Luke chuckled. "Well, it seems that you're not interested in Latin Americans. Then, go to Africa and find an African girl, although your taste is a little different from mine."
John couldn't help but say, "I have a wife. I don't need other women, be they Hispanic or African American."
Luke said, "Got it. I'll pack up your wife's photos. But you can't sleep on a photo, right? It's better to find a real girl. "
As he spoke, he walked to the door of the little dark room.
John: "Did you really think of letting me out?"
Luke turned around and shook his head with a smile. "Why not?"
As he spoke, he walked out of the small dark room and closed the door once more.
Even if John was let out a year later, what impact would that have on V?
It didn't matter if John was dead or alive, or if he had the ability to make the high table give up on hunting him down.
However, unless John paid back his debt and got that Big Sister Jaina's help, there was no chance that the high table would let him go.
It would be better to leave the big sister that he couldn't afford to offend to John. He would probably be very happy! Luke put the syringe back into his inventory with a smile.
The inventory was now divided into two parts.
Luke named the first and largest part Space 1, and the smaller space that was only one cubic meter Space 2.
When the blood was put into Space 1, it would remain in its original state and wouldn't go bad.
Apart from the temperature, it would be the same as blood that had just been drawn, and no one would be able to tell.
Selina walked out of the training room. "Are we leaving?"
Luke said, "Santino has already issued an order. The reward is ten million dollars plus a special contribution from the high table. Those hitmen are now looking for John. "
Selina asked, "Are you sure it's fine?"
"Trust me, it's fine." Luke took off his V attire and put on his close-fitting combat uniform, before changing into a shirt, suit, and leather shoes.
Selina was watching from the side.
After he was done, he was about to put on the thousand masks, when she said, "Wait, don't put on the mask. Let me take a picture first."
Luke readily accepted her advice.
Selina said, "Sponge, give him a 360-degree picture without any blind spots."
"Yes, ma 'am," Sponge replied immediately.
Luke was amused. "What, you want to keep it as a souvenir? Let me say this first: you can't take this out, let alone use it as a screensaver. "
The suit he was wearing was custom-made by the Continental Hotel, and upon closer inspection, there were still traces of it.
Selina snorted. "Do you think I'm stupid? I'm just leaving a mark on Sponge. "
Luke: "… As long as you're happy."
Actually, the reason why Selina was doing this was very simple: Luke had never worn a suit in front of her.
Naturally, she found this rare look very novel.
After putting on the mask, Luke's face became John Wick's, and his expression changed.
Looking at the poker face, Selina curled her lip and walked away.
Although the face was very handsome, she didn't want to spend any more time with him, even if she knew he was Luke.
Luke didn't waste any more time. He drove an old car with no license plate from the underground garage and left quietly.
On the road, his phone rang — it was John's phone.
He pressed the speakerphone button, and a voice rang. "Hello, John. You might be very unhappy. I know this is a personal grudge, but if I don't take revenge on my sister's murderer, am I still human … "
The voice on the other end of the line disappeared. Luke hung up and put the number on his blacklist.
Santino had flipped out.
However, he was still in the mood to call Luke. Maybe he was afraid that John would beat him to death in front of the bodyguards?
Probably so! Even if it might not work, Luke still wanted to weaken Night Devil John's killing intent as much as possible.
But if John didn't die, Santino wouldn't even be human, as he had said on the phone.
Naturally, Luke didn't have to listen to his nonsense.
On the other side, Santino silently put down his phone and frowned at the Titanium phone until the screen automatically turned black.
He then turned on the screen again and dialed a number.
"This is the operator. Who should I transfer you to?"
"Accounts payable."
"Please wait a moment … This is accounts payable. How can I help you?"
"I want to open a new account."
"Account name?"
"John Wick."
"Verification code?"
"9305-05 …"
"Contract status?"
"Open."
"Denomination?"
"Ten million. With special interest. "
"Confirming. Please wait a moment … Order confirmed."
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