Night fell.
The lights in John Wick's home in New Jersey finally came on again.
Luke was holding a big box and putting a lot of photo frames and albums into it.
His attention, however, was on the polarizing lenses in front of him.
On a simple electronic map was John's home and the situation within two hundred meters.
A lot of red dots were entering this range. Together with the red dots that had stopped earlier, there were more than fifteen people.
"If I'd been any later, not only would I have lost this house, but I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to keep the photos of John's wife," he mumbled to himself as he moved even faster.
In a few minutes, he finished packing up the photos in the house and threw them into the big box along with a laptop and a few USB drives. He then went to the bedroom and put the big box into Space 1. New 81 Chinese Language Website Updates Fastest
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He walked out of the room and into the living room. He took a glass of water and stood in front of the French glass door.
Bang! Hualala!
A gunshot a hundred meters away shattered the French glass door with the sound of glass shattering.
The figure inside the door had already disappeared.
Outside the house, several people couldn't help but curse inwardly. Which rash bastard attacked first? Was he crazy for money? This was Night Devil.
It wasn't a big deal that he missed in one shot.
The big deal was that it was already night, and Night Devil had always been associated with the night.
It wasn't that the people outside didn't want to attack earlier, but that the target had only returned at night and killed the five people who had been waiting outside his house.
They were actually the second batch of people to arrive.
Perhaps they had to thank God that Night Devil John was packing up in the house and didn't look like he was going to leave soon, which gave them a chance to gather.
Charge up alone? Stop joking.
At the Continental Hotel, the employer was still updating and releasing all kinds of information to ensure that they could kill Night Devil.
For example, Night Devil had been seriously injured yesterday, and five hitmen who had been waiting outside his house had just died.
They had more or less heard of one of the five hitmen who had died in the first batch, who wasn't much worse than them.
In the end, none of the five escaped, and they all died silently outside the house.
Night Devil John didn't even deal with their bodies. He simply threw them into a bush of flowers and other miscellaneous items.
That kind of careless and casual attitude, they could all imagine it in their minds.
No one dared to say that a dozen or so people could kill such a legendary hitman.
Unfortunately, the rash guy had appeared in the end and broken the tacit balance between the two sides.
Outside, the assassins continued to wait for their companions to fish in troubled waters. The chance of getting the reward was gone.
These people knew better than outsiders what a legendary hitman who could kill a hundred people meant.
Most of them also knew that even if they could kill Night Devil, not many of them would survive.
But at the time, of their lives.
Ten million dollars was just a bonus. What really attracted them was the special contribution from the high table.
What, they had of, and of them of of the table.
For example, they could request to leave the high platform table system, and no one would hunt them down.
When Hardedef quit, it was because he completed the mission issued by the Russians on the high platform table. He obtained a special contribution and successfully retired.
With ten million dollars, the person who completed the mission could retire and live happily as a rich man for the rest of his life.
Therefore, even if the chances of death were extremely high, the number of people participating in the hunt for the Night Devils would definitely be endless.
…
After the first daredevil shattered the glass of the French door from more than a hundred meters away, Luke disappeared from the sight of the dozen or so hitmen on the periphery.
However, they were still rather calm.
All kinds of infrared and night vision devices were patrolling around the bungalow.
John's villa wasn't too different from an ordinary villa. Fancy things like floor-to-ceiling glass doors could be seen everywhere.
However, due to his many years of professional sensitivity, he had modified the key areas of the villa.
Apart from those gaps, most places were hard to detect.
The battle had just begun, and these killers were still at the stage of probing and observing. No one was stupid enough to rush in first.
They all understood that whoever rushed in first would be the first to die. There were no exceptions.
A hundred meters away, Luke, on the other hand, looked at the situation even further out through his polarized lenses.
Tonight was going to be a big fight. He had already mobilized the medium-sized drones and the mini drones lurking at various intersections. He also had Selina at home to provide him with intelligence analysis and logistical support.
It wasn't that they could see everything around John's villa, but as long as the target's activities were abnormal, it would be difficult for them to escape their surveillance.
On the minimap within two hundred meters of the villa, there were already fifteen people who were suspected to be killers.
And now, within a two-kilometer radius, there were as many as 37 suspected killers.
This was not the final number. There were still many more flashing orange-red dots of light that had yet to be confirmed, as well as more killers who were rushing over. Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Còm
Based on past cases, none of these hitmen had less than two hundred experience and credit points.
That would be seven out of one, seven out of three … Pfft! Luke instantly suppressed his excitement and got to work.
In front of him was the rash bastard who had fired the first shot.
This assassin was hiding in the window of a three-story building more than a hundred meters away. He was a little impatient and wanted to take advantage of the situation.
Then … Luke had his eyes on him.
Snipers were the most annoying things to deal with.
Even Luke would rather get rid of them as soon as possible.
It wasn't that he was afraid that they would be too good at shooting and hit him, but that they would run away quickly if the situation wasn't good.
Thankfully, snipers liked to hide in dark corners, which meant that it wouldn't be easy for other hitmen to find out if they were dead.
Luke simply stretched out his fist gently and struck the back of the sniper's head with his knuckles.
Crack!
The sniper, who had been a killer for many years, suddenly felt alarmed as he felt a chill on the back of his head.
But the back of his head couldn't be faster than Luke's fist.
Then, he was really dead.
And then, he disappeared from this world.
This time, Luke would make most of the hitmen "disappear."
In a short period of time, nobody could be sure how many hitmen would die. That way, even more people who weren't afraid of death would come looking for them.
No gunshots, no blood, no bodies. Not only could the Three No-Mantra attract the monsters, it could also prevent the normal order of New York from being affected. This was the best choice.
While the hitmen were still paying attention to the villa, Luke had already taken out a dozen people on the periphery with his stealth suit.
At that moment, the first group of very "reckless" guys appeared.
They weren't the people who had been lying in ambush around the villa earlier. Instead, they had just arrived in two cars.
This group wasn't a small group of two or three people, but a special operations team with a professional division of labor and a reasonable configuration.
Also, their equipment was more sophisticated than the US military's, and their movements were full of experience.
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