Following Sunday's instructions, John Wick drove the Mustang 1969 from the airport to downtown New York, waking up half of downtown New York along the way.
When he arrived in North Brooklyn, he saw a lot of people with guns and cursing at him. Only then did he behave himself.
When he approached Vigo- Tarasov's nightclub, the car had slowed down to 30 km/h and turned into an alley dozens of meters away from the nightclub.
Turning off the engine, getting out of the car and locking it, John Wick looked around worriedly.
He was worried that this 90% new Mustang would be towed away by the thugs in North Brooklyn after he completed his mission.
'F * ck, I'll kill whoever dares to steal my car,' John Wick muttered angrily in his heart.
Before John Wick could think too much, Sunday's voice reached his ears.
"Mr. Wick, the 3D map of Tarasov's nightclub has been displayed on the glasses. It's best if you wear them and observe carefully before taking action."
"Understood."
Putting on the glasses, the 3D map quickly appeared in front of John's eyes. Sunday explained to him while zooming in on the map from time to time.
"Mr. Wick, this route is the safest route to get close to Vigo- Tarasov for the time being. After you take action, I'll guide you according to the information I have."
"Okay." He checked his equipment again, put on his backpack, and followed Sunday's instructions to get the stun baton that Charon had sent over from the dumpster not far from the nightclub.
He put on a black mask and used the cover of the night to climb up to the sixth floor using the sewer pipe.
After going upstairs, he lowered his body and observed for a moment. "Mr. Wick, all the cameras will enter the blind spot in five seconds. You have four seconds to run to the stairwell."
"Five, four, three, two, run."
As soon as Sunday finished speaking, John Wick rushed to the stairwell like a cheetah. In the last few meters, Sunday's emotionless voice suddenly said, "Get down."
John Wick rolled to the side of the stairwell and waited for Sunday's instructions. A few minutes later, "4 seconds of safety."
John Wick crawled a few steps to the door of the stairwell. Four seconds later, he lay on the rooftop again and waited for a few minutes.
He took out his unlocking tools and opened the door of the stairwell. Then, he flashed into the stairwell and quietly closed the door.
He leaned against the door and took a few deep breaths. He sighed in his heart. Now that he had a girlfriend, his physical strength was not worse than before. Especially since his girlfriend was a mature woman in her thirties who was a model. It seemed that he had to plan his exercise plan properly in the future.
According to Sunday's hint and his intuition, which had been cultivated from more than ten years of killing, John Wick killed his way from the sixth floor to the third floor. Along the way, the five bodyguards were either knocked unconscious or electrocuted.
After electrocuting two people in a row, the third person frothed at the mouth and trembled for a few seconds before going to see Satan.
"F * ck," he cursed as he looked at the stun baton in his hand and dragged the dead bodyguard into an empty room.
He didn't expect the stun baton to be so powerful. He only stayed for a few tenths of a second and the bodyguard immediately died.
Since the bodyguard was already dead, John Wick didn't care if he electrocuted him. If he could use the stun baton in a sneak attack, he wouldn't use his fists and legs.
After passing through the last corridor, three thugs with Uzi submachine guns stopped outside the office door. After thinking for a few seconds, they took out their pistols and killed the three thugs with 'Xiu Xiu Xiu'.
He forced his way to Vigo Tarasov's office on the third floor. He stood outside the door and listened to Sunday, who had hacked into the nightclub's mainframe, explain the situation in the office.
When he heard that Vigo Tarasov was the only one in the office, John Wick stood still and took a few breaths. He patted the dust off his suit and tidied his hair. After tidying himself up, John Wick knocked on the door. "Knock, knock, knock."
"Come in," a voice came from the door.
After opening the door, John Wick pushed the door open and walked into the office. He saw a middle-aged man sitting at the desk opposite the door looking at him in confusion. "Are you lost? Friend. "
"No, no, no, Mr. Vigo Tarasov, if I were you, I would reach out the hand holding the gun. I guarantee that you won't be as fast as me."
John Wick calmly stared into Vigo's eyes. His naturally flat right hand trembled slightly.
Vigo Tarasov felt that he should have listened to John Wick. The guy in the mask in front of him could really kill him before he could pick up the gun.
"Okay, man," Vigo Tarasov slowly pulled out his right hand from the drawer and then slowly put both hands on the desk.
"Do we have a grudge?" Vigo Tarasov asked.
"No," John Wick shook his head. "We didn't have a grudge before, but after today, it's hard to say."
Hearing that there was no grudge, Vigo's heart relaxed. However, the last sentence made his heart tighten. "What do you mean?"
"It means that along the way, I killed at least eight of your men. I don't know if the other eleven are dead or alive. If you mind, then I'm sorry. You and I have a grudge," John Wick said with narrowed eyes.
Vigo Tarasov was silent for a while. He carefully looked at John Wick, who was dressed in a decent suit, black tie, white shirt, with a short beard, hair brushed back, and bright eyes.
"So you are not the one who has come to take revenge on me, or you would not have said so much nonsense to me," Vigo Tarasov said, getting up and coming not far from John Wick.
"Man, seeing that you can approach me quietly, as long as you work for me, I won't care about you breaking into my office. How about it?"
John Wick's eyes flashed with a mocking look. "What can you do to me if I don't work for you? Kill my family, or everyone related to me? "
John Wick sneered and said, "Sorry, I believe in killing ten people for every one of mine that touches one of mine.
If you want to kill the person behind me, hehe, you're a polar bear. You must have heard the story of the Night Demon. "
Vigo-Tarasov suddenly nodded. Of course, he had heard of the widely spread story of the Night Demon, a polar bear that scared children.
"Congratulations, Mr. Tarasov. The person behind me is someone who can stomp the Night Demon to the ground. The Night Demon still has to smile and put the other side of his face under his feet, politely asking him if he needs to stomp again.
Do you know why? "
Vigo Tarasov suddenly shook his head.
"Because the Night Demon is as stupid and ignorant as you. He always needs to be stomped on the ground to understand that the gang is trash in the eyes of some people."
After saying that, John Wick took out two specially modified M1911s from under his armpits. The gun in his left hand pointed at Vigo Tarasov's head, and the gun in his right hand reached behind him and pointed at the office door. He fired without even looking.
"Bang!" John Wick smiled at Vigo Tarasov. "First one."
"Bang!" John Wick smiled again. "Second one."
"Bang!" John Wick smiled for the third time. "Third one."
"If I were you, I would tell the four idiots hiding outside the door to put down their guns. Otherwise, they won't have the chance to see the sun tomorrow."
"Bang!" John Wick smiled again. "There are idiots who want to use grenades. Mr. Tarasov, it seems that you're not the only one who keeps his word in this nightclub."
"Do you need me to help you clean up these people who don't stop talking? I'm very cheap. Only 100,000 USD for a lackey, and 1 million USD for a leader. How about that? "
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