He opened the door and then closed it. Opening and closing the door twice in a row attracted the attention of the five scumbags in the room, especially the gunman closest to the door.
Michael stood quietly behind the door, his eyes carefully observing the weapons in the room and the possible movements and attack routes of the five scumbags.
Silently thinking about the order and time of the attack, he muttered, "16 seconds," and slowly walked toward Slavi.
The gunman sitting on the sofa by the door immediately got up and walked behind Michael. He had just raised his gun and hadn't aimed.
Michael turned around abruptly, grabbed his right hand, and punched him in the nose.
He twisted the hand of the thug that was holding the gun and pulled it upwards. With a crack, the thug's right arm was dislocated by Michael.
His nose was broken and his arm was dislocated. The gunman immediately howled in pain.
Ignoring the half-crippled gunman, Michael grabbed the Glock 17 equipped with a silencer and aimed at the panicking Slavi's head and shot. Whoosh.
With a gun pointed at him, Slavi's reaction was quite fast, but the time left for him was only enough for him to half-stand up. He subconsciously raised his hand to block his head. This subconscious action saved him for the time being.
The shot that Michael aimed at his head hit Slavi's hand and penetrated the artery on his neck. With a plop, Slavi immediately fell to the ground and couldn't move.
After the shot, Michael was just about to turn the gun around when the gunman reacted and knocked the Glock away.
With the gun gone, Michael turned around and grabbed a small wine glass in front of him and stabbed it into the gunman's eye. The eyeball exploded, and the gunman immediately lost his ability to move and fell to the ground.
After two people were killed, the other three finally reacted. The gunman wearing a gold chain closest to Michael stabbed at him with a dagger.
Michael, who was already prepared, turned sideways to dodge the dagger. When the force of the stab was exhausted, Michael grabbed the gunman's wrist with his right hand and slapped his elbow joint with his left hand. With a slap and a push, the dagger was stabbed into its owner's heart.
After the stab, Michael let go of the dagger in his right hand and raised his right arm to block the incoming fist of the man in a tank top. With his left hand, he pulled out the dagger in the man's heart and slashed the man's trachea and carotid artery.
His left foot kicked the man's leg, and his right hand grabbed the man's head and slammed it against the corner of the table. The man in a tank top lost his balance and his neck was immediately broken. He fell to the ground in a puddle of mud. This was the first gunman to die immediately.
Before the dagger man, who had been stabbed in the heart, could finish howling in pain, Michael stabbed the dagger into his neck, and the dagger went deep into his neck.
His past experience as a special agent made him merciless. After stabbing the man, he pulled the dagger back and slit half of the man's neck.
He took a few steps back and arrived behind the dagger-wielding man. He avoided the blood that spurted out of his mouth and held his dagger in a reverse grip. He looked at the long-haired thug who was the only one left standing.
In order to avoid touching the blood, Michael stood still and stared at the long-haired man for a moment. "You're the only one left. Why aren't you smiling now?"
"F * ck you!" These people were really desperate. Even though they knew they couldn't win, they still looked around and grabbed a beer bottle before rushing at Michael.
Michael ducked to avoid the beer bottle and stabbed the man's left kidney with the dagger. He immediately pulled out the dagger and slashed the man's wrist that was holding the beer bottle.
His tendons were cut, and the beer bottle fell to the ground. At the same time, the pain made the man's reaction slow.
Michael stood up and didn't wait for the man to react. He stabbed the man's left wrist, directly crippling his hands, and then stabbed the man's heart.
Grabbing the man's hair, he stared at him and said, "Smile again."
The man's ferocious face actually showed a crazy smile. "F * ck you!"
"Pfft!" Michael raised his dagger and stabbed it into the longhaired man's chin. The dagger went from his mouth to the roof of his mouth. He stared at the terrified longhaired man and said, "Come, smile again."
This scene made William and John Wick, who were watching the live broadcast through Michael's glasses, feel a chill in their hearts. Michael, this bastard, really hated these scumbags. He was too ruthless.
He pushed the man's hair away and waited for him to fall to the ground. He pressed the electronic watch on his left wrist and looked at the time. "28 seconds." He frowned.
He shook his head helplessly. He knew that he was really old. Although his skills were still good, his deteriorating body made his speed much slower than before.
He turned around and looked around. After confirming that the four gunmen were all dead, Michael walked to the desk and sat in front of Slavi, who had fallen to the ground and was holding his neck.
Looking at Slavi's frightened eyes, Michael said calmly, "Your heart is now beating three times faster than usual. This is because your blood pressure is low. Your heart can only beat fast to maintain blood flow.
But the faster your heart beats, the faster you will lose blood. After about 30 seconds, the lack of blood flow will cause you to lose your body's functions. You won't be able to breathe, and then you will suffocate to death.
"If you promise me to use money to redeem Alina, then you can live a few more days. You won't be lying on the cold floor like you are now, waiting to die slowly."
Slavi had begun to have breathing difficulties. He knew that he was going to die, but before he died, he wanted to know who killed him. He asked with difficulty, "Who … are … you?"
"My name is Robert Michael. When you go to hell and see your four accomplices, remember to tell them. Otherwise, they won't know who killed you."
He looked at his watch and counted, "25 seconds, 26 seconds, 27 seconds, 28 seconds, 29 seconds, 30 seconds."
Before Michael finished counting 30 seconds, Slavi had stopped breathing.
Sitting on the floor, Michael shook his head silently and whispered to Slavi, "You shouldn't have come to this country. This is hell, and we are all demons."
Standing up, Michael looked at Slavi for the last time. "Yes, we are all demons."
He found a bag and put all the daggers and pistols that he had touched into it. Before he went out, he carefully checked the door handle and other places that he had touched with a wet towel.
He walked up the stairs to the top floor, jumped from the top floor to the roof of the building next door, and went home from the building next door with a relaxed expression.
John Wick waited until Michael got on the bus before he asked, "Sir, where did you find this pervert? This guy doesn't give me a good feeling."
"Haha, you have killed more people than Michael. What's there to feel bad about? The only reason is that you used a gun most of the time, while he used his hands, feet, and brain most of the time.
That's why you don't like him. You can't use your hands and feet as easily as he can. You can kill people with just a little thing. "
John Wick was silent for a while. He silently compared his skills with Michael's and realized that he really couldn't do it as easily as Michael could.
"Alright, sir, I admit that my skills may not be as good as his, but why do you think that I don't use my brain? I don't only know how to kill people with guns."
"Haha, this joke isn't funny at all." William laughed for a while. "When didn't you just rush over with a gun and kill all your opponents?"
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