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In the sea breeze blowing from San Francisco Bay, there is no trace of purity, only the heavy smell of oily smoke from cargo ships at the pier.

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The hamster poured the familiar sea breeze into its lungs, smacked its lips nostalgicly, and then spat them out in disgust:

"After so many years, the stench of smoke oil here is still as bad as ever!"

One after the other, the hamster took Romon, walking in the Pier 59 area where there are many containers, as familiar as walking in his own home.

He knew every path here, every slope here, even every word carved on the fence of the pier here.

Fuck! Shit! Bitch! Asshole!

They are all some ugly curse words, many of which were carved by the hamster himself with a knife.

"Are you familiar with this place?" Romon asked.

"Familiarity engraved into the soul." The hamster smiled bitterly: "I have been picking up trash on this pier since I was six years old. I have been picking up trash for a full ten years, and I am more familiar with this place than I am with my hometown. "

"It doesn't sound like a happy childhood memory." Romon sighed softly.

"No aborigines had a happy childhood, because historically, we have never been happy."

Hamster recalled: "I was born on a native reservation in Oklahoma, but it was so poor, so poor that no bird would shit, just when I wondered if I would starve to death on that native wilderness. It's time for the showman San Francisco to come."

"They selected 100 indigenous children, including me, and brought us to San Francisco, saying they were going to give us a decent life."

"But in the end, only the few days of the show and photoshoot were decent. Later, when our arrival became the norm and we lost the attention of the media, we were thrown into an orphanage."

"The orphanage, you know, there is everything except welfare and food, rats, cockroaches, theft, beatings, I lived in that cesspit for several months, I ran out because I couldn't stand it."

"Then, I met old Tom who was wandering at Pier 59. He was a nice guy. Except for drinking and swearing, everything was fine. Maybe it was because of his kindness. God brought him five years ago on Christmas. leave him."

"That day was also my first theft. I stole a drunk man's wallet, hired a poor priest, and buried Old Tom. After that, I have been in this way until today."

After the hamster finished talking about his life experience, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "The standard mouse life makes you laugh at Mr. Wick."

"No, on the contrary, I think I heard a legend, a hero's life."

Romon corrected: "Romain Rolland once said that there is only one kind of true heroism in the world, and that is to still love life after seeing the truth of it."

"Obviously, Mr. Oneida Nanticoke, you've done it."

Instead of calling the hamster nickname, Romon called him by his first name for the first time.

"Oh, God, Mr. Wick, you still remember my name." Hearing that Romon still remembered his name, the hamster was surprised.

"Remembering people's names is the most basic courtesy."

Following the calmness of hanging up, Romon turned off the system prompt, with a charming and serious smile on his face: "Mr. Nanticoke, just like you, don't you always remember my name, is it John Wick?" ?”

"Mr. Wick, I can't compare with you."

The hamster grinned, took out his phone, and opened the San Francisco local news, which was full of Romon's news: "As far as your popularity in San Francisco is concerned, I just want to forget your name, but I can't, turn on the phone It's all about you."

"A Hero?a killer?Take you into the inner world of John Wick"

"John Wick, The Devil with Blood on His Hands!"A disgusting executioner! "

"Good job!Cowboy Wick!Fight against the criminals, we MAGA support you! "

"You fuck me, I fuck you!"John Wick, the real animal protectionist! "

Centrists, leftists, rightists, neurotic animal protectionists, from the attitude of news headlines to Romon, we can see the tearing confrontation of various factions of American media.

On the one hand, they crazily praised Romon as a hero who punishes evil and promotes good, and on the other hand, they despised Romon as a bloody demon.

It's just that the excitement of the media's fighting left and right has inadvertently caused Romon's social status to increase wildly.

Leaving aside other things, the price of his real-life photo has already been raised to millions of dollars. Everyone wants to know what this fierce man, who is ganged up on steel and gravel because of a dog, looks like.

"Hamster, you are not tempted at this price?"

Romon pointed to the advertisements in the news asking for a lot of money for photos, and looked at the hamster with a chuckle.

"Mr. Wick, I am eager to get rich, but I don't want to seek death. You have been able to act in a high-profile manner for so long without leaving a single photo. It can only prove that the person who secretly photographed you..."

When the hamster said this, he made a silent gesture, which meant clearly that he thought that those who secretly took pictures of Romon were killed by Romon.

Some misunderstandings, but there is no need to explain too much, Romon just nodded lightly, and then pointed to another news on the phone interface - "San Francisco Police Department is fully dispatched to arrest John Wick!" "

"Hamster, since you don't want to court death, then you should understand what this news means, right?"

"Represents the price of rats taking to the streets!"

The hamster took a deep breath and said seriously, "Mr. Wick, I'm not looking for death, I'm not shooting to death, I'm just a bastard mouse in the sewer."

"I long to get out of the sewers, long to go to the streets, long to climb to the heights, long to make all the white people in San Francisco look up to me!"

"It is for these vulgar desires that I found you, Mr. Wick. I am not the hero you say, I am just a sewer rat eager to crawl out."

Looking directly into Romon's pupils, the hamster expressed his thoughts and what he really longed for.

popping.

Luo Meng patted the hamster on the shoulder, didn't say anything more, just nodded, and said: "Let's go, go to the waterway you mentioned."

Acknowledgment does not necessarily have to say something.

Feeling the strength from Romon's shoulders, the hamster knew that he was accepted, he raised his legs and walked forward again, and his steps became firmer.

Chapter 034 Old Tarasov: My stolen money is safe

A water channel in a hamster's mouth.

On the southwest corner of Pier 59.

Looking up from here, you can vaguely see the San Francisco police in battle at Pier 61.

The police cars were parked by the pier, like sandbags used as bunkers on the battlefield, facing the vast San Francisco Bay, in case Romon drove a speedboat and killed him from the sea.

"There are a lot of policemen here. Why is old Tarasov having such a good relationship with the police station? How can he call so many policemen to protect himself?"

Sitting on a stone pile, Romon put on a diving suit while watching the police on Pier 61 and complaining.

"Mr. Wick, don't you know?" Hearing that there are too many police officers, the hamster said unexpectedly, "The reason why the San Francisco police are so mobilized is because of the mayor's speech yesterday."

As the hamster spoke, he took out his phone and opened the passionate speech given by the mayor of San Francisco yesterday.

We all know that if you want to be a public official in today's diverse America, especially the blue states controlled by the Democratic Party, you have to stack some BUFFs.

Just like the mayor of San Francisco, first of all, he is a black-black mixed race, second, he is a transgender, third, he is a homosexual, and third, he is a vegetarian environmentalist, which can be called political correctness BUFF Full.

Compared with his colorful BUFF, the content of his speech is quite lackluster.

The main thing is to enumerate in detail, or in other words, fabricate all kinds of evidence of Romon in detail, and describe him as a devil, Satan, and the enemy of the citizens of San Francisco.

It seems that as long as Romon flees in San Francisco for one day, the citizens of San Francisco have to tremble and fear at home for one day.

Although the San Francisco seen by Romon's eyes is still peaceful and peaceful, it has not been affected by Romon's appearance at all, but because of Romon's activeness, the citizens of San Francisco have a lot of fun every day.

"Even if gangsters violate some laws, they are still human beings, they still have human rights, and no one can deprive them of their human rights, let alone their lives! We will never let the devil John Wick go, we will definitely put him Bring to justice."

No, I can't watch it anymore, it's too hot for my eyes.

With an extremely ugly appearance, coupled with twisted and weird values, this half-African mayor of San Francisco is beyond the limit of Romon's tolerance.

"This kind of indescribable thing, let's leave it to Cthulhu lovers, I don't appreciate it."

Throwing the phone back to the hamster, Romon adjusted the diving suit on his body, raised his legs and walked to the shore, and asked the hamster seriously: "Hamster, before going into the water, let me ask you one last time, are you really ready?"

"From the day I left the reservation, I was ready." Putting away the phone, the hamster also walked to the shore in a diving suit, shoulder to shoulder with Romon.

"Now that you're ready, come with me."

Romon raised one foot, so that he was above the sea, and then stepped on the other foot fiercely, and the whole person jumped out of the pier, and fell vertically into the sea with his feet down and his head up.

With a bang, the waves splashed.

Accompanied by the sound of water splashes, what came to the hamster's ears was Romon's last greeting:

"—Friend, welcome to the abyss!"

Romon and Hamster slowly swam to Pier 61 through an unknown secret passage.

And in the office building at Pier 61, the old Tarasov looked at the policemen waiting in full force on the dock, and felt a little relieved in his heart:

"Oh, this is really ironic."

"The Tarasov family has been doing underworld business since the era of Prohibition. They have fought and killed the police in San Francisco for so many years. The two sides don't know how much blood debt they hold on to each other."

"How ironic that today I'm relying on the San Francisco police to keep me safe!"

Old Tarasov held a glass of high-strength vodka in his hand. He had brought this glass of wine since the early morning, but he couldn't drink it in a daze.

"Honey, everything will pass."

The personal female secretary stepped forward and comforted the old Tarasov: "You have been in charge of the gravel gang for so many years, and you have never seen any storms. This time, you will get through it safely."

"Pass in peace?"

Hearing the secretary's comfort, old Tarasov became angry. He looked at this young girl who was 20 years younger than himself, and said, "My casino, my nightclub, and my drug supermarket are all gone! The gang fighters who have lost more than a hundred people, you tell me that this storm can be overcome?"

"Then I want to ask you, what's left after I survive? A third-rate gang that is fragmented and may be absorbed by other gangs at any time?"

Old Tarasov was asking the secretary, and he was asking himself.

But this question is destined to have no answer, at least there will be no answer that old Tarasov hoped to hear. The only thing he can comfort himself now is that he is still safe, and his son is also safe. He has worked hard for many years and hid in 61 The money in the secret passage of the pier is also safe.

As long as the police outside take Luo Meng back to safety, even if his old Tarasov can't make a comeback again, at least he can spend the rest of his life in style.

Now he just needs to adjust his mentality a little.

And when it comes to adjusting mentality, what else can make people adjust their mentality better than wearing a one-line skirt, wearing black stockings, and a young and on-point female secretary.

Brutally pulling the female secretary to his side, the old Tarasov directly pressed the female secretary on the French window of the study, and began his relaxation exercise in front of the policeman standing guard outside the window.

It was stupid, old Tarasov knew.

But now he needs indulgence, a crazy indulgence, to make him forget everything he has lost, and to relieve the pressure of survival that Romon has brought to him for many days.

"Oh, FUCK! The bloody old bastard!"

The police downstairs watched this extremely absurd scene, not to mention how aggrieved they were.

As San Francisco police officers, it would be embarrassing for them to run out to stand guard for gangsters, but now even the gangsters they protect look down on them and play games with the secretary directly in front of them.

"Withdraw! All police officers withdraw from the dock operation area. We have received a mission to arrest John Wick. Whether this old bastard is dead or not has nothing to do with us!"

Unbearable to be humiliated, the San Francisco police officers all evacuated to the outer area far away from the terminal office building, and the entire Pier 61 operation area was emptied again, leaving only a small number of security personnel in Old Tarasov.

At the same time as the pier police were withdrawing, the duo of Romon, who had been swimming underwater for almost half an hour, came to an underground passage.

Looking at the obviously man-made underground passage in front of him, the hamster wondered:

"Isn't this place abandoned? How could someone renovate it?"

Chapter 035 Hamster, I'll Give You a Chance to Light the Fire

Abundant ocean water vapor.

Since the Silurian period, it has been the source of all terrestrial life.

In this dark and damp underground passage, some disintegrated and cracked concrete walls are covered with a thick layer of dark moss. When touched by hand, there is a soft tactile sensation similar to touching a thick carpet.

But compared to the thriving growth of moss, the steel gate not far in front of the tunnel seems a bit dying.

Most of the black patent leather has peeled off under the erosion of water vapor, revealing the dark red rust inside that looks like a parasitic tumor.

However, no amount of rust could make the iron door blocking the way crash to the ground. Seeing that his secret passage was somehow blocked, the hamster looked at Romon with a guilty face:

"Mr. Wick, I can swear in the name of God. This passage was unimpeded when I came last time. I have no idea when a gate appeared here. I really don't know!"

"Hamster, calm down, I never said I would blame you, why are you apologizing?"

Looking at the hamster who was full of self-blame and swearing to God, Romon patted him comfortingly, and said indifferently: "Hamster, think about it from another angle, a door suddenly appeared in an abandoned passage without a door, what does that mean? "

"It means that behind this door, there are things that were not there before, so we are not in trouble, but in surprise."

Slightly curling the corners of his mouth, showing an elegant and calm smile, Romon walked slowly to the iron door, took out the lock pick from the tool bag, and began to fiddle with the keyhole on the iron door.

The slender and sharp lockpick slides delicately in the keyhole, and with a crisp click, the iron door opens in response.

"Mr. Wick, you still have this skill."