The Magician of the Beautiful World

The guy in front of him looked more decadent than himself, and at the same time looked older.

The beard and long hair in the shawl formed a sharp contrast with Constantine's clean face and neat short hair.

Constantine suddenly felt as if he was looking at some of his unworthy younger brothers, and that feeling made him feel very uncomfortable.

And just when the group of people were about to deal with Wick's dog barking because it was too annoying, Constantine, who had been enduring all this time, didn't speak, but Noah on the side spoke: "Next, let's watch your performance. "

"???"

Constantine didn't understand what was going on at all, he was still holding a cigarette in his mouth, and the next moment he had left the mirror space and appeared at John Wick's house.

"Damn it! Where did you come from, you bastard?"

The sudden appearance of Constantine startled the gangsters in front of them, so that Wick's dog ran away and they had no time to chase it.

"Damn Noah..." The corners of Constantine's mouth twitched, but he was still unusually calm, and he was not disturbed by Noah's sudden outburst.

To be honest, it's just a few punks. Konstantin really didn't take it seriously, and even the guy lying on the ground Konstantin didn't really take it to heart.

God knows where Noah found a guy who looks exactly like him. Constantine was just a little curious and felt that he was too shameful.

"Damn guy, are you with this person?" Just when Konstantin was a little dazed, the English with a Russian accent rang in his ears again.

"A group?" Constantine tilted his head slightly: "Forget it, I'm not interested in explaining these things to a group of dead people."

"Arrogant guy!" With a roar, these gangsters threw steel pipes at Constantine.

Constantine didn't even have the thought of looking up, but just when the steel pipe was about to touch Constantine, he suddenly raised his head.

The steel pipe stayed at a bow less than ten centimeters from the top of Constantine's head, but it was difficult to move forward even half a step!

Constantine stretched out his hand very calmly and twisted the guy's neck, and then twisted it slightly, and the guy couldn't move anymore.

Then Constantine turned his head and looked at the other two guys, without any pause or hesitation at all, Constantine easily solved these two guys!

That relaxed posture and calm expression never changed, even the cigarette he held in his mouth didn't change at all.

Calmly looking at the corpse lying on the ground, Constantine shook his hands and walked to John Wick's side and kicked him.

"I said, you're not dead, are you?"

"Big...probably."

"Since you are not dead, get up for me, you look disgusting like this."

"maybe....."

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John Wick felt like he had a dream. He dreamed that he was attacked by the group of thugs he met during the day, and their purpose was for his car.

Not only that, his beloved, the dog Daisy his wife gave to Wick after her death, yelled in panic because she was attacked, which also attracted the malice of the group of punks.

Those damned punks did not hesitate to attack their own dog!

That was my beloved dog, and that was the last gift my wife gave me!

Wick's inner anger kept rising, he seemed to see his puppy lying in a pool of blood, he seemed to see the only connection between himself and his wife being cut off!

An indescribable anger gushed out from his heart, and he felt that the anger in his heart could hardly be suppressed.

Just at this moment, he felt as if his face had been licked by something. The wet feeling made Wick feel both familiar and strange.

"Is this... Daisy? My dog?"

At any rate, he was a former top killer, even though his quality in all aspects has dropped a lot because of his retirement for five years.

But some of the most basic reactions and judgments he still maintains at a very high level, especially when his heart is full of anger.

Forced himself to wake up, John Wick suddenly felt pain coming from his body, especially his back and his face.

And as he woke up, his mind seemed to become a little confused.

Forced to open his eyes, Wick suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, because Wick saw his puppy Daisy licking his face at this time.

Wick smiled, and he slowly reached out and rubbed his puppy's head back and forth a few times.

But soon, Wick's expression became a little dignified again, because his memory had slowly recovered.

He remembered what happened last night, he remembered everything about last night!

Just last night, after he was successfully attacked by those damn gangsters, a man wearing a black windbreaker and smoking a cigarette suddenly appeared in his house.

That man was clean and ruthless, something Wick had never seen before!

Even John Wick is a little terrified of that indifferent style of life. You must know that he himself is a person with bloody hands, and even he feels uncomfortable. One can imagine how terrifying this guy is!

"But, who is he? Why did he save me? Also, why does he look... exactly the same as me?"

Wick's hand rubbing the dog's head gradually slowed down. The anxiety in his heart made him very uncomfortable. He stood up and Wick hid his puppy in his closet, and then he walked slowly towards the living room out.

Sure enough, there were three people sitting in the living room at this time, and in front of them were full of beer cans and an ashtray full of cigarette butts.

These three people made Wick feel a strong sense of threat. The man who looked exactly like him was also sitting in the middle last night, and he was smoking a cigarette just like last night.

As for the other two, Wick couldn't help but frowned.

A quiet-looking guy with a crew cut, Wick found himself in him.