Conquer The Comic: I Rely On Unlimited Hunting To Level Up

Chapter 025 John Wick

"So, what's the fun lately?"

When the Manhattan cocktail and Margaret were brought to the bar.

Lear and the fox clinked glasses slightly, and while looking at the others, they turned to the beautiful female bartender and asked.

He didn't take back the shining gold coin, which was there, waiting for her to take it.

She glanced at the gold coin quietly, and then explained to Lear and Fox with an even brighter service-like smile on her face: "If I have to say that there is any big news recently, it must be John Wick's comeback." John

Wick seemed to be her idol, so much so that her eyes sparkled when she spoke, and her eyes were simply bright.

"Who is John Wick?"

Lear hadn't reacted yet.

His question made the female bartender reconfirm Lear's laymanship: "John Wick! He was a legendary killer who once killed two bodyguards and a target with a pencil in a bar, and he single-handedly shot the Russians half of Brooklyn.

"Unfortunately, he retired a few years ago, and everyone was rumoring that Viggo killed him, but I didn't expect him to make a comeback recently."

The female bartender is like a little fan girl, gushing about John Wick's deeds.

Lear's eyes shifted to the fox's body, and the fox shook his head imperceptibly, gangster killers and commercial killers like them are not the same thing at all, both sides seem to be killers, but in fact they are not next to each other at all, people from two worlds.

So the fox hadn't heard anything about John Wick at all.

Suddenly, the female bartender suddenly quieted down, and she put a quiet and sweet smile on her face again and said to Lear and the fox: "The luck of the two is really very good, the guest who just came in through the door is John Wick."

She pointed to the bearded middle-aged man in a suit who had just walked in from outside the iron gate and said to Lear and the fox.

The fox turned his head a little unconvinced, and was immediately shocked by the other party.

The other party walked in with an aura that was not close to people, but countless people greeted him along the way.

"Hi, John."

They, they greeted him like this.

He just nodded coldly and said the other party's name.

Even if the two sides had said hello, they passed by.

The coldness shown by his whole person can be fully described as cool.

The fox's eyes turned, deliberately sticking to Lear's ear and whispering, "So handsome."

Lear stared at John Wick and nodded, "Indeed.

The fox was startled.

She originally wanted to stimulate Lear, but she didn't expect that Lear's words made her feel the danger deeply.

She turned her head and stared at Lear's face carefully, trying to find any clues from his face, but Lear's face was very calm, and there was no other expression.

She was worried in her heart, such a handsome guy, shouldn't he have opened some of Lear's strange proclivities?

Lear already knew where the Continental Hotel came from after seeing Keanu Levi.

Keanu Levi is so recognizable that he has three faces in Lear's impression.

The first is wearing sunglasses, wearing a trench coat, white scary, cool as ice The savior in the Matrix, Neo.

The second is the ruffian scumbag, Conse Dante, a terminal cancer patient in Hell's detective.

The third is that he wore a beard and messy long hair in middle age, and looked neat but a little downcast in a suit, from him when the movie was chasing him quickly.

Between the savior Neo and Conse Dante, you can distinguish them with sunglasses.

But the bearded Keanu Levi can only be chased quickly.

Rapid pursuit.

If Lear remembers correctly, this is a movie full of gunfire and killing.

He realized almost immediately that he could fish in troubled waters and make a profit.

What's more important is that John Wick is a good player, even if he can't bullet corners or other stunts, but as a master gunslinger, he can even destroy a gang that occupies part of Brooklyn with his accurate shooting skills and combat ability.

With his joining, the whole organization can be said to be a gang, after all, a good man has three gangs, a fence and three piles, how about it, his organization has to make up enough for three people.

Lear turned to look at the pouting fox and pinched her face directly, "Look, he went to the person in charge of the hotel."

Lear and Fox's words did not hide from the female bartender at all, and the female bartender was not surprised that the guests knew who was in charge of this hotel, or that the rich second generation who came to experience life like these did not know who was in charge.

The chat in the entire bar was suddenly a few decibels smaller, even the people who were chatting subconsciously slowed down their voices, lowered their tones, and unconsciously turned their eyes to the two who were talking.

"Winston." John Wick nodded at the hotel manager.

"Jonathan." The opposite side took off his reading glasses from the bridge of his nose, looked at John Wick with a look of surprise, and nodded at him.

"I have the impression that you're the one who went to punch people," he asked, looking John Wick up and down in surprise.

"(I'm) old, probably." John Wick responded to the question with humorous self-deprecation.

"What's the matter with me?" As if finding John Wick preoccupied, Winston, the head of the Continental Hotel, put down his pleasantries and asked his old friend straightforwardly.

"Joseph Tarasov, I want to talk to him." Even without any expression on his face, Winston could detect the killing intent in John Wick's heart, and seemed to see Winston's perception, and John Wick even added: "Face to face." "

Oh~" Winston sighed.

He didn't care what Joseph Tarasov was, he just took the Martini in his hand and took a sip gently, his eyes kept staring at John Wick and asked: "I just want to ask you, are you really retired?"

"It's just a visit." John Wick desperately tried to keep his mind from being seen by Winston.

As an old friend who has been with each other for more than ten years, his efforts are completely useless.

"Have you really thought about it, my old friend, I mean have you seriously thought about it? You finally retreat, reach into this muddy pool again, even if it is just a little finger, and soon endless dirty things will grab you and drag you into the abyss.

"Where can I find him?" John Wick didn't answer the question head-on, but let out a low growl from his throat.

Like watching a movie, Lear watched with interest as the two of them went from reminiscing to confronting, already thinking about how to pull the Continental Hotel into the water.

Suddenly, everyone around them lowered their heads one after another, and the mobile phones in their hands were either vibrating or ringing.

The same goes for the female bartender, including the bartender behind the bar.

Lear and Fox were the few who did not receive a text message notification, and Lear gently flicked the gold coin with his finger.

The gold coins are constantly spinning and dancing on the table, like a ballet dancer.

"What happened?" Lear asked.

That's the problem of not blending into the killer circle, when everyone knows the well-known news, and you have to pay a heavy price to buy it, which should be free.

For the sake of the gold coins, the female bartender almost did not hesitate to lean forward and whispered within the range known only to Lear and the fox: "The Russians have raised their wanted for John Wick."

"If they kill John Wick outside, they get two hundred gold coins, and if they kill John Wick in the hotel, double it."

In other words, if you break the rules of the Continental Hotel and risk retaliation by the Continental Hotel and kill John Wick in the hotel, a killer can get 400 gold coins.

That's a lot of money, enough for a killer to buy a large piece of comfortable retirement anywhere on the planet until he dies.

This is really the real job of this vote I will retire, the commission alone can make the intermediary earn anywhere from $40,000 to $100,000, no wonder many people push information to the killers they know for the first time.

John Wick's chat with Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel, seemed to have broken up unhappily, stood up politely, buttoned the third button of his suit, reached out to shake the other party, and turned to walk to the bar.

At this time, a waiter had already come to Winston's side, covered his mouth with his hand to prevent the lip speaker from reading what he was saying, and whispered in Winston's ear.

Winston's originally kind expression gradually became serious and serious.

It can be said that he is already angry.

For $4 million, buying John Wick's life is indeed very cost-effective, and even trampling on the rules of the Continental Hotel is also very cost-effective.

But as a Continental Hotel, from this moment on, it was no longer a simple war between John Wick and the Russians.

Even if it is Liwei, the Continental Hotel will do its best to help John Wick win this war.

Seeing that John Wick had walked to the bar, Winston took out his mobile phone and put on reading glasses, and sent a text message to the female bartender closest to John Wick.

Watching John Wick walk towards him, Lear flicked the gold coin into the deep gully in the female bartender's chest with a flick of his finger.

The female bartender was satisfied and pinched the gold coin with her fingers from between the twin peaks, and touched the mainland gold coin that was easy to get, and this money came without much effort.

Looking at Lear's handsome and rich appearance, her heart couldn't help but throb.

It's just that her idol John Wick has come over, she forced herself to endure the commotion in her heart, stuffed the gold coin into her pocket, and put on a smiling face to greet John Wick: "Hi John, long time no see, about 4 years, right?" Want something to drink?

"More than five years." John looked weak, and Winston's refusal had deprived him of his source of intelligence, and he looked a little confused and overwhelmed.

"Old rules?" She asked.

John Wick nodded, "Please." "

John Wick?" Lear and the fox stood next to him and asked him.

"It's me, are you?" Although John Wick is retired, there are many old friends in the circle, and he has no impression of the two young people in front of him, and he can't help but ask.

"Lear, fox." Lear gestured to him.

He nodded to the two and put his hands on the bar, not the slightest attempt to greet or greet the two of them.

Even the old guys he knew before didn't have too warm pleasantries, let alone two people who had never known each other?

"I heard that you provoked the Russians? Do you need me to help you level him?

Lear's expression was equally calm, and he asked him like a top predator on the same food chain as John Wick.

"No, this is my own private matter, thank you." His answer was short and powerful, even if it seemed that he had a lot of injuries on his face, and the whole person was dragging a tired injured body, but the aging wolf king was still a wolf king, and his sharp claws and long-term combat experience made it maintain sufficient combat effectiveness and deterrence.

Lear nodded and did not force it: "Good luck." He

knows that the current Keanu Reeves is very confident in himself, not for other reasons, he used to be the double red stick of the Russians, the Russians can have the current status of the rivers and lakes, all rely on himself to kill alone, although now the Russians have expanded to a certain territory, but he knows a lot about the internal organizational structure and combat effectiveness of the Russians.

After the conversation collapsed that day, his former boss Viggo sent 12 good hands, fully armed, to kill him.

That's how the injuries on his body came about.

Those 12 good hands are indeed very strong and experienced, and a group of three people is divided into 4 directions to attack him in his villa, but when he turns off the lights of the villa and kills these good hands one after another with familiar terrain, there will not be too many good hands left in the Russian gangsters.

Even if it is to support the sky, he feels that the other party should not be able to beat him.

But Lear until he completely underestimated the Russians, the ecological niche of the previous Russians and the current Russians is completely different, simply put, the previous Russians could not eat meat, and the good hands within their gangsters could only be maintained between a simple dozen people.

The reason is simple - I just can't afford it.

In addition to Russians who cannot mix with immigrants to the United States by blood ties, language and Slavic cultural identity, the real good hands will be wooed by the gold union or the hammerhead gang at any time.

The Viper gang of the black community is not shy about wooing Russian masters, and even takes pride in it - you speak Slavic tongue-accented English, wear Adidas sports suits, and no one dares to provoke you even if you are short.

Because everyone has a consensus that the Slavs are not easy to mess with.

But now the Russians are a big gangster in Brooklyn, even against the Italians and Irish.

The Russians, who occupy a large territory, have long since broken away from the previous model of collecting protection fees, and after establishing a large territory, they have even started their own business, opening bars and clubs, and they have directly changed from black to gray businessmen.

Russians who provide all kinds of sideline and security services are no longer the Russians of the past.

No matter how many of their good hands John Wick killed, the Russians were able to pull another group from the young Russian immigrants who wanted to come forward.

Of course, this will definitely hurt the morale of the Russians, so his former boss Viggo chose the most expensive but practical method: throwing money on bounties.

Anyone who kills John Wick gets $2 million, and the sooner the better.

As soon as he steps out of this hotel, assassinations against him will continue to appear.

But what John Wick didn't know was that he wasn't safe even in this hotel.

At this time, the female bartender came to John Wick with a glass of whiskey, and two words were clearly written on the napkin below: Red Circle Club.

"The owner invited an old friend for a glass of wine." She said to John Wick with a smile.

Seeing the words on the napkin under the wine glass, John Wick couldn't help but turn his head and look at Winston through the crowd.

The personable old man raised his glass slightly and greeted him.

Even if he wanted to take revenge, he had to sell John Wick a favor to earn it.

He nodded, didn't take the wine, turned and left.

He can't wait to come to the door and take revenge on the other party's dog-killing revenge.

Lear looked at his departing back, turned around, picked up the whiskey he hadn't drunk, and drank it slowly.

"So, sir, I wonder if you need any other services at night?"

The female bartender finally spoke her mind with a slight throbbing.

"With just one gold coin, I can walk with your female companion."

She is a little nervous, the rich people in the Continental Hotel are not short of women, they come here to hunt for beauty and curiosity, they are playing the identity of a female killer.

In the alleys on the side of the street, you might be able to play once for just 50 knives.

In the room of the motel, their worth may have risen to a hundred knives.

But if it is in the casino of the golden Las Vegas, their price suddenly comes to thousands or even thousands of knives.

In the Continental Hotel, the starting price is one gold coin.

For women, the same is selling, why not find the highest price?

Lear drank the whiskey without knowing whether to go, and turned his head to signal the fox to take the idea with an inquiring look.

The fox looked at the whiskey he drank, and wondered more and more whether he had been bent by John Wick.

Her jealousy and exclusivity towards other women were even threatened by John Wick, making her instantly decided.

"After work, come to our room." She shoved a continental gold coin deep between the female bartender's twin peaks and stared at her meaningfully.

Recently, she can no longer withstand Lear's physique of thirty-one.

I hope her combat power is stronger, and help her share some firepower.