The Magician of the Beautiful World

Ignoring the killers' warnings, Constantine walked slowly towards the tent with a cigarette in his mouth.

But the next moment, roaring gunshots sounded everywhere, and Constantine also stopped at this moment.

Slightly raised his head, Constantine showed a look of disdain, and in the next second, ripples appeared in front of him like a stone falling into the water.

"Okay, if you do it, then I will be fine."

Constantine murmured, at this moment his body was full of bullets!

Some of these bullets were still spinning crazily, and some had come to a standstill, but without exception, they were all stuck in front of Constantine, but none of the bullets could touch Constantine at all.

Those top killers were also stunned, they never expected such a scene in their dreams!

But now that this incident happened in front of their eyes, they couldn't figure out who they were facing?

"Damn it! Could it be...that group of magicians?"

Some killers seemed to think of something, but Constantine didn't give them a chance to continue thinking.

I saw that Constantine was still carrying the cigarette in his mouth, with one hand in his pocket, but the other hand was slightly raised...

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"What's going on outside?"

In the very center of the area, in a tent that looked extraordinarily luxurious, Wick knelt there feebly, while outside the tent were gunshots and explosions.

In this situation, the controller sitting on the high platform couldn't help frowning, but he quickly calmed down again.

While such cases are rare, they are not unheard of.

The high table is another world hidden behind the world. Although it also belongs to the world of ordinary people, they are obviously not ordinary people. They are all kings in the dark!

Their organization controls and masters countless killers and criminals, and they even firmly control countless intelligence networks!

Organizations like them are feared by the whole world. Some people think their existence is very necessary, but at the same time, many people think it is not necessary.

Therefore, it is very normal for them to face blows and assassinations from all sides, and the controller on the high table is naturally no stranger to such situations.

Although he was a little surprised why Wick was found last night, someone came to trouble him today.

But he didn't think about whether Wick brought it, because he knew the situation of John Wick well, and they also checked it carefully when Wick entered the camp.

Except for the items he carried with him, there was nothing curious about Wick.

"It's a pair of strange men and women, Your Excellency the controller." Just after the controller finished asking this sentence, a man walked in very respectfully and told him the situation outside.

"Unfamiliar man and woman?" The controller drank a glass of goat's milk and pondered for a moment: "Is it just a man and woman?"

"Yes." The attendant nodded: "There is only one man and one woman, but they are very powerful."

"Very powerful?" The controller glanced at the attendant with a half-smile, drank all the goat's milk wine in one breath, and then said slowly: "In that case, let my fellow blood, those assassins deal with it. them."

The attendant froze for a moment, then nodded and turned to leave.

There are very few people with the same bloodline as the controller, but that doesn't mean there are none. About a few years ago, two people with the same bloodline as the controller joined the high table, even though they didn't know their own bloodline.

It is also because of this that they survived, and only one controller is needed!

As for their arrangements, the controller was very merciful and kept their entire team by his side, and provided them with good food and drink.

The attendant carefully recalled the names of some of these people. It seemed that the young man who took the lead was named Desmond Miles?

"Okay, the troublesome matter will be resolved soon." The controller watched his attendant go down, and smiled indifferently: "Tell me, John, how do you think about my gift?"

Wick lowered his head and looked at the tools on the table in front of him, lost in thought.

Wick didn't know if the couple were the ones who came to him, if they were, then everything would be easy, but if it wasn't for him, it might be in danger.

It's not clear that there is a killer Wick in this ghost place, but Wick is not willing to give this guy the finger with his wife's ring.

After thinking for a while, Wick decided to play it by ear, the best thing is to find a chance to shoot the bullet hanging around his neck.

This bullet is Wick's last hole card, and it is also what Wick can save his life.

While Wick was hesitating, the noise outside became louder and louder, which made Wick stunned. This is the base camp of the high table, and the people here are the top killers!

Why, such noise is getting closer and closer to here?

And looking at the posture, it seems to be getting closer and closer in this direction?

Wick was a little puzzled, could it be that the man and the woman were really sent by the wizard Fenier?

"What's going on?" Not only did Wick find out, but the arrogant controller also found out about it.

This made him feel very incredible, why was his camp dispersed by a pair of men and women?

Or is it that what they said was not accurate at all, that what came to find me was actually a large-scale multinational joint force?

But if this is the case, he should be able to receive the news, right?

The noisy voice was getting closer, and the controller felt more and more the seriousness of the matter.

This time, he was probably in danger. Looking around, he suddenly felt a little glad that John Wick hadn't sacrificed a gift to him.

"John." The controller pondered for a moment: "I'll give you a chance of redemption, let's see if you can grasp it."

"A chance at redemption?" Wick said slowly, as if he was asking a question that didn't concern him, but that was Wick's way of speaking.