Watching the girl named Alina get on the taxi, William complained in his heart that although such a cute girl's face didn't grow out of shape, her body grew out of shape.
Not only was she short, but she was also stocky. What was even more unacceptable was that she was fat. Fat really ruined everything.
After seeing the black uncle Michael and the super kill girl, William understood that he had met a black hero with a strong sense of justice, chivalry, and a penchant for meddling in other people's business.
Thinking about having a nosy person be his mother's bodyguard, William's face turned ugly.
Michael was very skilled and could kill with a single move. But what was funny was that he was a Robin Hood-like person who didn't care about killing people and specialized in doing illegal work.
This kind of person was 100% unqualified to be a bodyguard. Sigh, William couldn't help but be dissatisfied with Winston for introducing such an unreliable person as a bodyguard.
But although he couldn't invite him home as a bodyguard, he could make use of his sense of justice and be very qualified to be a hired thug at special times.
The black uncle Michael had a special ability. He could calculate the steps and time of the action in his mind before taking action.
This ability allowed him to do anything he wanted to do when he was killing someone. Every step he took seemed calm and unhurried, and he could kill someone with a raise of his hand.
William drank his coffee and thought about the plot in his memory. Suddenly, he remembered that there was a scene of a frozen warehouse full of cash that was piled up like a mountain.
A whole warehouse of cash. William's heart was burning with excitement when he thought about it.
A warehouse full of cash the size of a suitcase, how much money would there be in it?
It was impossible for it to be all 100 USD in cash. The criminal gangs in America basically didn't use 100 USD in cash because 100 USD in cash was easy to be noticed.
So they liked to use denominations like 10 and 20 USD the most.
But using and storing it was another matter. Even if only a part of it was 100 USD, 50 USD, and the rest were all 20 USD, 10 USD would be a huge windfall.
A conservative estimate would be hundreds of millions of USD.
As for whether it would be notes smaller than 10 USD, William thought it was impossible after thinking about it for a moment.
Sending money to the leader of the higher-ups was definitely safer the more covert it was.
William was in a good mood when he thought about the hundreds of millions, or even seven to ten billion US dollars that were waiting for him.
Looking at the black uncle who was focused on the book, William rolled his eyes and came up with an idea.
Wasn't Michael the best scapegoat?
Black Robin Hood was stirring up trouble in the front while William was reaping the benefits behind the scenes.
Therefore, William, who had wanted to recall the suicide squad immediately, calmed down and looked at Michael, who was reading leisurely, as if he was watching a show. He got up and asked the shop owner for a few magazines to read.
William wasn't in a hurry to leave now that there was profit to be made. Furthermore, leaving now would make Michael, who was already very vigilant, suspicious.
After thinking for a while, William decided to use the excuse of protecting the Devonshire family's wealth and his mother to invite Michael to be the head of the Castle Town police station.
It was best to make someone as experienced and nosy as him the sheriff of a small town.
When there was a tricky situation that required the arrival of justice, Michael could also be the hired thug.
.....
Thinking about it, more than an hour passed unknowingly. It was already past 11 o 'clock. He raised his head and looked at the dark and quiet street outside the restaurant.
Within a few seconds, five or six sneaky figures appeared across the street and walked to the Rolls-Royce convertible.
Michael, who also noticed the abnormality, looked up at William, and then at the two Rolls-Royce convertible sports cars not far from the restaurant.
This was really an American characteristic. If a luxury car was parked in the slums, all four tires would be gone the next day. William smiled and dialed a number.
The call was quickly connected. "Take care of them."
"Understood."
After hanging up the phone, William's gaze returned to the magazine. Sometimes, money wasn't the only way to win someone over. The necessary force was also a form of deterrence and a display of strength.
The underlings and the boss had to know whether the boss was strong or a hollow old man.
Soon, the black uncle saw a burly man over 1.85 meters tall. He was wearing a black suit, black tie, and a striking white shirt.
From the shadows of the street corner, he walked past the dim street lights and slowly walked towards the six thieves who were about to tear the tires.
William didn't even raise his head and said to Michael, "If it were you, how many seconds would you need to take care of those six hooligans?"
Michael, who was staring at the burly man in the black suit not far away, was surprised and said, "How many seconds?"
William pointed at his watch, and then at the watch on Michael's left hand. "How about we make a bet?"
The black uncle turned back and stared at William without saying anything. Not many people knew about his habit of timing before he took action. Hearing William's words, Michael immediately understood that William had specially come to find him.
Therefore, Michael, who was originally uninterested, not only became interested, but his gaze also changed from gentle and harmless to deep and serious.
William saw Michael's gaze and knew that he didn't reject.
"I bet that half-haired, unshaven, decadent man will only need ten seconds to take care of those six hooligans. How many seconds do you bet?"
"What's the bet?"
"Hmm!" So straightforward? William raised his head and looked at the black uncle in astonishment.
Not only was it straightforward, Michael even urged him, "Hurry up, he's about to make his move."
"The bet is that if you win, I won't disturb you today. If you lose, you have to work for me."
Such shameless words stunned the black uncle for a second, but he quickly came back to his senses. He looked at the burly man in the black suit on the street and said, "Six seconds."
Then, the black uncle pressed the timer on the electronic watch on his left wrist with his right hand. "Start."
Just as he finished speaking, "Xiu Xiu" sounds were heard, and the two hooligans across the street were shot in the head and fell to the ground.
.....
John Wick, who received William's call, walked up to the tire thieves with a murderous look on his face.
Before the two arrogant hooligans could raise their guns, the two hooligans who were on sentry duty raised their guns.
John Wick directly took out the pistol with a silencer under his arm and fired two shots at the two hooligans.
"Xiu Xiu."
"Plop, plop." The two falling sounds woke up the other four hooligans. They looked in horror at John Wick, who killed people without saying a word.
The two hooligans who stood up and took out their guns in panic were killed by John Wick before they could take out their guns.
"Don't kill …" A blonde hooligan begged for mercy, but before he could finish, he was killed by John Wick who went around the front of the car.
The last guy who was squatting on the ground and taking out the tire saw this and hurriedly rushed to the street corner not far away.
But before he could run five or six steps, John Wick turned around and shot him in the back. With a "plop" sound, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up.
After killing the hooligans, John Wick looked around a few more times.
When he slowly walked over, he paid attention to the camera positions around. Now that he confirmed that there were no problems, he dragged the hooligans one by one to a darker alley.
After doing this, John Wick took out his phone and made a call. He stood in the shadows and waited quietly.
Michael, who was reading in the restaurant, said to William with a smile, "Looks like I won."
William curled his lips and looked at Michael, who lowered his head to read after he finished speaking. He cursed John Wick in his heart.
He hadn't seen this bastard for only two months. Not only did his skills become better, but he also became colder. He didn't hesitate at all when he attacked. He didn't give people a way out and directly killed them all.
He felt that John Wick was a little abnormal today. He didn't know what had happened in the past two months. He gave people the feeling that he was in a hurry and at the same time eager to prove something.
More than ten minutes later, a Ford Quan Shun with a sticker advertising "Professional Cockroach Killer" drove over.
The Ford slowly stopped behind the Rolls-Royce. After the car stopped, three unusually strong men with fierce faces and a middle-aged man with a round hat and a bumpy face got out of the car.
After seeing the people clearly, John Wick walked out of the shadows and said to the middle-aged man, "Good evening, Charlie."
Charlie narrowed his eyes and looked at John Wick for a while. He smiled and took off his round hat and put it on his chest, bowing slightly, "Good evening, John."
"I didn't expect you to be in Boston. There are six goods inside that need to be cleaned up."
"Understood." Charlie nodded to the three strong men behind him.
The three strong men carried buckets, mops, sprayers, unknown chemical barrels, large plastic wrap, and body bags into the alley.
It only took five minutes for the three strong men to dispose of all the corpses and move them into the Ford. They picked up all the tools, cartridges, and pistols and packed them into bags.
Then they poured the chemicals into the sprayers and sprayed them on all the places with blood.
Finally, he used water to wash the ground. At the same time, he also cleaned and inspected the Rolls-Royce inside and out.
After they were done, Charlie nodded to John Wick and took the six Continental Hotel gold coins that John Wick handed over.
"I hope to see you again next time, John."
"Bye, Charlie."
John Wick took a few steps back and disappeared into the shadows. He didn't want to pay attention to the neurotic Charlie. If possible, he hoped that he would never see Charlie again in the future.
Charlie smiled and didn't care about John Wick's attitude. He ordered his men to get into the car first, patted the dust on his hat that didn't exist, and walked towards the restaurant.
"Ding Ling." Charlie walked into the restaurant and bowed slightly to William. Then, he walked slowly to the bar counter and whispered something to the shop owner, Jacob.
Jacob nodded desperately as he listened, "Okay, sir. Don't worry, I really didn't see anything just now. I was dealing with tomorrow's food with my back facing the street.
The restaurant's camera broke the day before yesterday. If it's convenient for you, can you help me see if it's fixed? If it's not, I can only buy a new host. "
Charlie revealed a look of understanding, "En, I'll help you take a look. I happen to have some experience in this area."
"Thank you, sir. The host is in the storage room inside," Jacob said hurriedly as he pointed to the storage room and Charlie.
A few minutes later, Charlie walked out of the storage room with a surprised look on his face. He nodded to Jacob, "I'm sorry, it seems like the host is really broken. I can't fix it, my skills are limited. You should find a professional tomorrow. Sorry to bother you, Mr. Jacob."
Charlie then took out a long name card and a Continental Hotel gold coin and placed it on the counter, "Call me if you need anything in the future. Goodbye."
"Goodbye, sir."
Charlie bowed slightly to William before he left.
Michael watched in shock as Charlie walked out of the restaurant and got into the car.
Before he retired, he had dealt with the Street Sweeper many times. These guys who hid in the dark only cared about getting paid to do things and didn't care about anything else.
In his memory, he had never seen a Street Sweeper so respectful to a person. No, rather than respectful, it was more like he was afraid. He was afraid that William would kill him if he made a mistake.
As soon as he thought of this, Michael couldn't help but reevaluate William. He felt that he should find a friend to learn more about William's past.
Closing the book in his hand, Michael stood up to greet Jacob. However, he saw Jacob looking at the name card in his hand happily.
Then, he put the gold coin and the name card into a secret drawer in the counter.
Michael felt that there were too many surprises today. In his impression, Jacob was just a middle-aged chef with passable cooking skills.
He didn't expect this chef, whom he had known for a few years, to be someone with a story. He shook his head, "Goodnight, Jacob."
"Goodnight, Michael," Jacob replied without looking up.
After Michael left, Jacob raised his head and looked at William, who had his back to him, in horror.
In his eyes, Charlie was someone he couldn't afford to offend. William, who could scare Charlie, was a demon king. Not to mention, there was also John Wick in the alley opposite the restaurant, who could kill people as easily as he could cut meat.
William didn't care about Jacob's panic. He ordered Sunday to hack into the restaurant's computer the moment he entered the restaurant. That was why Charlie was surprised when he came out of the storage room.
He stood up and put his hand into his pocket. Then, he took out a Continental Hotel gold coin from his storage space and threw it to Jacob.
Jacob looked at the gold coin in his hand in shock. He stuttered to William's back, "Bye, bye, sir."
.....
Walking out of the restaurant, William opened the car door, started the engine, put down the convertible, and waved at John Wick in the alley.
John Wick walked out of the shadows and stopped two meters away from William's car. "Mr. Devonshire."
"Are you in trouble? Are you being hunted?"
John Wick didn't beat around the bush. "Yes, sir. I don't know why, but I've encountered several assassination attempts in the past two weeks."
"Do you know who or why?"
John Wick shook his head. "I don't know who they are yet, but I don't think they're professional killers. Instead, they're special forces like SEALs or Rangers. Their ambushes are very professional.
If it weren't for the fact that there were only two people who tried to assassinate me the first time, I wouldn't have been able to avoid the next two attempts with the help of the hotel. "
"SEALs?" This answer made William feel that it was troublesome. A person who could command the seals was not a small fry.
"Have you taken on any assassination missions recently?"
John Wick shook his head. "No, Mr. Devonshire. Since I took on your mission two months ago and earned a lot of money, I haven't taken on any missions at all. Last month, I was basically on vacation."
"Vacation?" William looked at John Wick in confusion, "Someone like you still has the leisure to take a vacation?"
"God, it can't be that you went to the gym with some big shot's wife while you were on vacation, right?"
"No, no," John Wick hurriedly shook his head. Seeing that William was staring at him in disbelief, John Wick surprisingly said shyly, "I already have Ai Wa, how could I hook up with other women?"
"Ai Wa? "Who?"
John Wick quickly took out his phone and opened a video for William.
William looked at the video and knew where the problem was. He heard the woman in the video smile at the camera and say, "What are you looking at, John?"
"Looking at you," John Wick replied sweetly.
"Alright," William interrupted before the video finished playing.
John Wick put away his phone and looked at William in confusion.
William rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "You're really bold. You even dare to touch the wife of an arms dealer. Moreover, she's an arms dealer who makes white gloves for the big shots of the military. She might even have sold weapons to your big boss, Benjamin Arthur."
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