In the past five years, Sunday would take the initiative to contact John Wick when he collected money twice a year.
If he needed help, he could also call Sunday directly to ask for help.
Seven years ago, William had not completely risen to power. For the sake of 300 million dollars a year, John Wick's authority on Sunday was even higher than that of the White Spirit, who only knew how to kill.
Over the years, John Wick had never made any mistakes, nor had he taken the initiative to cause trouble, so William did not take back his authority.
Therefore, Sunday's voice reached John Wick's ears as usual.
"Yes, Mr. Wick."
Hearing Sunday's voice, John Wick heaved a sigh of relief. "Help me find where Irsov Tarasov is."
Looking at the dusty equipment in the basement, John Wick said again, "If possible, I need a new set of equipment."
"Please wait a moment, Mr. Wick." In just two seconds, Sunday replied, "Your Mustang should be in an underground factory in Queens, New York.
According to the information I found, this underground factory belongs to Abram Tarasov. As for the new equipment, I need to ask Mr. Devonshire. "
Abram, Vigo- Tarasov's younger brother, was in charge of New York's five-story taxi business on the surface, but he was the uncrowned king who secretly controlled most of New York's underground news.
Seeing his nephew come to him with two little scum, Abram's first thought was that something bad was going to happen.
When he saw that Irsov's car was a 1969 Mustang, Abram walked closer to look at the license plate and grabbed Irsov's collar. "Where did you steal this car from, you bastard?"
"Damn it, you're crazy, uncle."
"Shut up, you idiot and trash," Abram's other hand pinched Irsov's cheek and roared, "I'm asking you where you got this car from."
Irsov, who was annoyed at being called a fool and a piece of trash, could not control his anger any longer. He pushed Abram away.
But before he could say anything, he was punched to the ground by Abram.
Abram wasn't done yet, and he kicked Irsov a few times. "How dare you fight back!"
The two rascals who came with Irsov quickly stepped forward to stop Abram, but before they could take two steps, more than ten guns were pointed at them.
The two of them were so scared that they didn't dare to move. The taller gangster quickly said, "We stole the car from a rich man."
"Stolen?"
Abram stopped in his tracks. "Where did you steal it? Did you meet the owner?"
"No, no, we just snuck into that rich guy's house, stole his car, and left."
The three of them had wanted to brag about the murder, but after seeing Abram's expression, the two lackeys did not dare to mention it.
However, Abram had been the leader of the underworld for so many years, and he was not so easily fooled.
He knew that they were lying by looking at their expressions. He turned around and took the gun from his subordinate. He shot the little rascal who had his hand on his waist and was wearing a baseball cap.
"Bang!"
Irsov, who was lying on the ground, looked at his companion who was shot in the chest. He was so scared that his pants immediately became wet.
The other taller rascal immediately knelt on the ground and shouted, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll tell you everything."
"We ambushed that rich man and killed him with a stick."
"Dead, dead, dead, dead."
Hearing that John Wick, whom Vigo had been looking forward to and worried about for four or five years, was so easily killed by a few little rascals, Abram was delighted.
Abram was delighted at first, but he didn't believe that John Wick would be killed so easily.
Unlike Vigo, Abram had actually seen William, and it was at the Continental Hotel.
However, after he returned, he did not tell his brother, Vigo, about his disappearance. It was obvious what he was thinking.
Moreover, he handed over the money that he was supposed to hand over to William every year to Vigo in advance. While Vigo became greedy, he quietly hid behind the scenes and waited for Vigo to be killed.
Unfortunately, William had risen too quickly. In just two years, he began to find it too troublesome to turn three hundred million US dollars white every year. He only handed it over to Sunday and John Wick and did not care.
An artificial intelligence like Sunday would only perfectly complete the task given by William. John Wick did not dare to kill Vigo directly and cause his boss to lose hundreds of millions, or even more US dollars.
This made Abram, who had the intention of replacing Vigo, very disappointed. However, if he were to do it himself, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to defeat Vigo. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been willing to submit to Vigo before meeting William.
Now, regardless of whether Irsov killed John Wick or not, it was a great opportunity for him.
If John Wick was not dead, he would definitely take revenge.
If he was dead, that would be even better. If he lured William out, would Vigo still be alive?
He kicked Irsov on the shoulder. "Get out, get out of here immediately. If I see a piece of trash like you again, I'll drown you in the Hudson River."
Irsov rolled and crawled toward the Mustang, but he heard Abram shout, "I let a piece of trash like you drive this car away. Get out, walk with your feet."
Hearing this, Irsov secretly hated him, but at the same time, he obediently left with the other scum, who was relieved of a heavy burden.
When they left the underground factory, the two of them secretly relaxed. However, Abram's actions clearly showed that the three of them had caused big trouble.
Without even thinking about it, Ilsov stopped a taxi to see his father, Vigo.
However, Abram's action of letting the two of them run away unexpectedly avoided Sunday's investigation.
Less than an hour after the two scums left, Abram, who was thinking about how to get rid of himself, heard his subordinate report that John Wick had arrived.
"F * ck, I knew that Vigo's useless son was a real piece of trash."
Although he cursed, he still stood up and personally greeted John Wick at the door of his office.
Seeing the blood on John Wick's body and head, Abram was shocked and secretly happy.
Waving his hand to drive away his subordinate, Abram walked to the desk, picked up the Mustang's car keys, and threw them to John Wick.
"Previously, Irsov drove your car to me to sell it, but when he saw the license plate, he detained the car. Now, I'm returning it to its owner. As for your loss, we can sit down and have a good talk. "
Looking at the familiar car keys, John Wick's gloomy face finally showed a smile.
However, hearing Abram's words, John Wick raised his head, "That trash didn't tell you what they did?"
"This …" Abram's expression froze. He hurriedly picked up the whiskey on the table, poured two glasses, and handed one to John Wick.
"He, he said that he ambushed you, killed you, and then stole your car."
Abram nervously took a sip of wine, "But how could I believe his words, and aren't you sitting in front of me right now?"
"Hmph." Seeing that his beloved car was intact and that Abram didn't know anything, John Wick picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp. He stared at Abram and said, "Not only did Irsov steal my car, he also killed my dog.
So, tell Vigo, no matter where he hides that trash, I will find him and break his neck with my own hands. "
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