"One, two, two,"
"I'll talk, I'll talk." The person in charge who raised his hand chose to live in the end. He shouted loudly, "Inside is all of Vigo's connections on the East Coast, as well as the list and evidence of the American government personnel who were dragged into this."
After saying this, the person in charge was so scared that his body went limp and he fell to the ground.
"Sunday, can you open this safe?"
William had gotten a copy of this thing from Vigo seven years ago. The reason why he had never used it was because he had never been forced to that point by the Americans.
He did not have to be like Vigo and expose himself for a little money.
However, seven years had passed. Many of the connections from before must have been destroyed. Even if there was equipment to cut it open on Sunday, without William's teleportation, it would not be able to be delivered on time.
Fortunately, this information was Vigo's lifeblood. It should not be difficult to lure him over.
He pushed the bundles of cash to the side of the safe and ignited them. When the fire started, John Wick left quickly.
Fortunately, although this was the slums of Queens, places like the church were equipped with fire sprinklers. The fire was extinguished before it started completely.
After Vigo received the call and confirmed that the information in his safe had not been taken away, he thought for a long time. He was worried that John Wick would ambush him.
He was worried that if the information was released, the entire Polar Bear Gray Gang would be wiped out by the Americans.
Without power, he would not be able to escape the fate of being killed in the end.
Fortunately, this was the slums. The fire was controlled by the owner. If one did not pay for the fire truck, no one would care except for the police.
The American police in that area had long been bribed by Vigo.
He wanted to check it out himself. Before he walked out of the room, he suddenly remembered that no one except him could open the safe.
Regardless of whether the information inside was burned or not, he did not need to go personally. He only needed to send his confidant to transport the entire safe back to avoid being ambushed by John Wick.
John Wick, who was lying in ambush on a nearby ten-story building, waited for a long time, but Vigo didn't arrive.
Instead, he watched helplessly as a group of more than twenty gangsters used forklifts and other tools to forcibly drag the safe out of the basement, regardless of whether they would damage the building or not.
They planned to use a high-powered pickup truck to transport it away.
"F * ck." John Wick couldn't help but curse when Vigo was so careful.
"Sunday, help me calculate the escape route. We're going to rob that car."
"No problem, Mr. Wick."
After replying to John Wick, a Kun fighter jet flew over from Yellowstone Park.
Twenty minutes later, just as the convoy carrying the safe was about to leave the slums, John Wick, who was one step ahead of them, flashed out of an alley.
With two Glocks in their hands, they opened fire at the five-car convoy.
"Bang bang, bang bang."
After four consecutive double-shots, eight explosive shells hit the four escort vehicles and exploded in an instant, not giving these thugs the slightest chance to fight back.
He put the Glock back into the holster under his arm, took out the M416 on his back, and fired fiercely at the window of the pickup truck.
"Da da da, da da da."
Two consecutive shots killed the gangsters in the pickup truck who were scared silly. Then, he pointed his gun at the driver and shouted, "Get out of the car or I'll kill you."
"I, I surrender, don't, don't kill me."
"Go back and tell Vigo that the thing is in my hands."
John Wick hit the driver who raised his hand with the butt of his gun. He drove the pickup truck away and headed to an open space in Queens according to Sunday's instructions.
He hid as he walked to the designated location two kilometers away. John Wick looked at the empty and dilapidated ruins and wondered why Sunday asked him to come here.
In the empty space, a cabin door suddenly opened. John Wick heard Sunday's voice and hurriedly drove the pickup truck into the Kun fighter jet.
A minute later, John Wick dumped the empty pickup truck out of the spaceship and tossed a grenade into it. He then quickly jumped into the Kun fighter jet.
Before he could steady himself, the jet rose dozens of meters in two seconds and avoided the exploded pickup truck.
Resisting the urge to vomit, John Wick lay on the deck of the jet for a few minutes before he recovered.
"This box is useful to Mr. Devonshire?"
"Yes, Mr. Wick. Seven years ago, Mr. Devonshire received the same information from Vigo. I believe that Mr. Devonshire will be very happy to know that his database can be updated."
"That's good."
After seeing and sitting in the legendary Kun fighter jet with his own eyes, John Wick's admiration and sense of belonging to William grew stronger.
The boss accepted the good stuff that his subordinates risked their lives for. It would be unreasonable if he didn't reward them handsomely.
John Wick, who couldn't find Irsov, thought that William might personally order him to find him.
John Wick, who had full confidence in William, couldn't help but think about what he should do after taking revenge.
Go back to his old profession?
This thought only appeared for a few seconds before he threw it out.
However, it seemed that other than killing, there was nothing else he was good at. For a moment, John Wick couldn't help but feel confused.
After some time, when he heard Sunday say that they had arrived at his house, John Wick came back to his senses and habitually tidied his hair with his hand. He felt a slight chill.
He raised his hand to look at his wedding ring and suddenly remembered that Helen, who used to wait for him for dinner, not only passed away but also went to heaven. When he had the opportunity to go to heaven to reunite with Helen, he actually hesitated.
Mephisto appeared in his mind and an uncontrollable hatred instantly surged in his heart.
"Mephisto."
"I'll definitely kill you."
"Ah, ah, ah, ah."
As soon as he finished speaking, John Wick felt as if his soul was being burned and was in intense pain. Moreover, a black gas began to emerge from the top of his head.
Mephisto, who had just lost track of John Wick, could easily feel a monstrous hatred towards him.
The corner of his mouth twitched and he muttered mockingly, "Hate, hate, John Wick.
The more you hate me, the more delicious your soul will be, and the more power I can obtain. "
Mephisto, who was fantasizing about swallowing John Wick's soul in one gulp, suddenly roared furiously, "Bastards, you damned birdmen, this soul is mine, mine!"
At this moment, on the Kun fighter, John Wick, whose head was emitting black gas, had a white holy light appear on his chest.
At the same time, the magic array on his chest that he had absorbed from the Archangel's necklace appeared and began to absorb the holy light magic between heaven and earth into his body.
As soon as this holy light entered his body, it began to wantonly purify John Wick's soul that had been contaminated by Mephisto.
"Ah, ah, ah."
This burning sensation was ten times more painful than before, and John Wick instantly fainted from the pain.
Then, in less than a second, he was awakened by the pain again and again.
However, the more painful it was, the faster the holy light poured into his body, regardless of whether John Wick could withstand it or not.
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