Chapter 756 Almost Dirty the House

John Wick saw the situation outside the door on the monitor at the entrance.

He looked at the man in a suit and tie on the monitor, with his hair pulled back and his eyes filled with gloom. No matter how indifferent he was, he couldn't help Fa Ke.

Because the damn crow's mouth of the Easterner who was drinking for the dog in the house was really right. He really came to him with a blood contract to demand his life.

He took a deep breath, opened the door, and looked at the gloomy man outside the door who tried his best to smile kindly: "Santino."

"John, can I come in?" Santino Antonio asked politely.

"certainly."

John Wick gave way to the door, glanced at the more than ten people in three cars guarding outside, closed the door and entered the house.

"John, I'm sorry about your wife." The Italian Mafia gangster who rarely gets close to others rarely gets close to others, and he always expresses sadness when he opens his mouth.

"Thank you, coffee or a drink?"

"Ca... have a guest? Or an Oriental?" Santino, who was about to answer, saw the man sitting in the room, drinking and teasing dogs, and turned back to John Wick, "I think we need a quiet place. space, John.”

Seeing Wang Yan's joking look, John Wick shook his head and said: "He is my friend and the registered killer of the Continental Hotel. Santino, I know why you came here, but trust me, please don't bring it out. Sit down, have a cup of coffee, talk a little bit, and then leave.”

Santino frowned and said in a sinister tone: "Listen John, to be honest, I don't want to come either. But I can't help it. Only you, only you can help me."

"Don't do this." John also had a cold face, as if he felt that this was not serious enough. He said in a more serious tone, "Please don't do this."

"Sorry, John."

As he spoke, Santino took out a very simple round object engraved with mysterious patterns from the inner pocket of his suit. He glanced at Wang Yan coldly and put it on the table.

"No one can quit and come back without bearing the consequences. I am also in a difficult situation, John, please don't make it more difficult for me, you know the rules. Don't forget, if it weren't for me, I would help you accomplish the impossible that night Mission, you can't sit here like you are now, saying the words of rejecting me. Without me, you think you can live a happy life with your wife in this remote place for five years. ? No, John, because you were a dead man that night five years ago."

Santino used coercion and coercion to reason, but what he said was indeed correct. Everything was done within the rules. He had indeed helped John, and now he wanted to ask for help. There was no problem.

The problem is John Wick, because he accepted help from others and wanted to regret it.

John Wick looked at the damn Oriental, looked at the damn smiling face that made him want to shoot his head, gritted his teeth and looked at Santino with cold eyes: "Take it back!"

"Take it back? Such simple words, but the blood contract is no joke, John. It seems necessary for me to remind you again. If a person gives the blood contract to others, it means making a blood oath with his soul, and you have to break it. Your oath?"

"Please find someone else." John Wick was still struggling. He wanted to give himself a chance and give Santino a chance in front of him.

But Santino's anger was palpable. He was a very powerful gangster leader and he was reasonable. If John refused, it would be like a slap in the face.

He opened the blood contract cover, revealing a fingerprint inside, and held it up in front of John's eyes: "John, see clearly, this is your blood. When you came to me, I helped you. Now I want you to repay me. My help, but you want to refuse me. If you really refuse, you know what the consequences will be."

John Wick shook his head and said, "I'm not the same person I used to be."

"You've always been that person, and that will never change."

"Sorry." John Wick pushed back the blood contract in front of him.

Santino's eyes were already flashing with murderous intent, and he angrily put the blood contract into his pocket again: "We will meet again soon."

After that, he stood up and left.

At this moment, Wang Yan, who was sitting aside, spoke: "Sorry, I have to interrupt. This gentleman named Santino seems to be very angry. You don't want to use a grenade gun to burn someone when you go out." Are you here? Don’t forget, I’m just an unrelated person, are you going to put me in danger?”

Santino paused and looked at Wang Yan with some surprise: "Dongfang boy, you have a good idea. Although I do have such an idea, you can understand the anger of being rejected by a friend, right? Now that you know , why are you in the house? Let’s go out together.”

While speaking, he looked at the silent John Wick and smiled proudly.

Wang Yan also looked at John Wick with a smile: "John, it seems that what I told you happened unfortunately, but believe me, it is definitely not me. After all, many things are secrets, so what can I do? Maybe you know that much? Now, it’s time for you to choose.”

Santino didn't understand very much. What he meant by his obedience was that this Eastern man knew that he would come today and said something bad to John Wick.

Seeing John Wick pondering without saying a word, for some reason, he felt very bad.

John Wick is not an indecisive person, but now he is faced with a major decision that determines his life, and he cannot help but hesitate.

He knew that Wang Yan was powerful because he knew about Li Zhenkun. Although he was killing people, he also heard about it. He also asked someone to take photos of the scene, and he acted decisively and very powerfully. If the same scene happened, he was confident that he could kill them all, but whether it would be as clean as Wang Yan's was a question. In this aspect, he felt that Wang Yan was probably stronger than him, at least at the same level.

He knew that Wang Yan wanted information about the genetic project and had been working hard on this matter recently. Then in the process, you will inevitably have to confront the high table. Wang Yan pulled him, just to find a strong support to increase the capital for confrontation.

In fact, he agrees with Wang Yan's statement that the high table cannot be fought because there is not enough capital for confrontation. He is also a believer in pistols.

Now speaking of Santino, who came to the door with a blood contract, all the situations that Wang Yan said before are possible. Santino wanted to burn down his home with a grenade gun and use the rules of the High Table to force him to fulfill the blood contract. John knew that he would definitely kill Santino later. But what Wang Yan said was that Santino was powerful and went to hide in the Continental Hotel and sent people to chase him outside. What could he do? If he kills Santino in the hotel, then he has broken the rules and still cannot escape pursuit.

John Wick discovered that seeking death seemed to be the best option.

He met Wang Yan's smiling eyes and said, "You still owe me two things."

"John, face the reality and stop being naive. You know, that's unfair." Wang Yan gave John Wick an approving look and clapped his hands, "It seems you made the right choice. "So, dear Mr. Santino, don't rush to burn down the love nest of Mr. Wick and his wife. Let's talk about what problems you have that you need John to help solve."

While talking, Wang Yan poured Santino a glass of vodka very politely.

Santino frowned and took a sip, glanced at John Wick with satisfaction, and said to Wang Yan: "I'm so glad that John has a friend like you. Your persuasion saved us a lot of trouble."

Only John Wick knew what Wang Yan wanted, and only he knew that maybe Santino would become a corpse the next second, maybe with his head shot.

Wang Yan did not reply, but looked at Santino with a smile and asked him to continue speaking.

"Well, you guys are really boring being killers." Santino, who had no idea what he was going through, shrugged and said slowly, "I want John to kill my sister."

"Gianna Antonio." John Wick read out the name, which was also an old acquaintance of his, and asked, "Why?"

"There are twelve seats at the High Table. When my father passed away, he passed this position to her to represent the Camorra. And I often wonder what I could achieve if I replaced her."

John Wick frowned: "You want me to kill your sister?"

"That's why I found you, John. I couldn't do it. I still love her, but I had to do it. And the power around her is very strong. This is not an easy thing to achieve. Only you, Ghost John Wick, can complete it and make me feel at ease. Once you finish this, you will have the freedom you want, and you will retire completely."

"But you just wanted to use a grenade gun to burn down the love nest of John and his wife." Wang Yan took a big sip of wine with a smile and looked at John Wick, "Don't say that I'm not a friend enough, let alone that I forced him You, John, I'll give you another chance, it's not too late to regret it now."

John Wick shook his head: "Thank you, no need."

Wang Yan nodded, looked at the confused Santino again, and said, "Mr. Antonio, you should have equipment on your body to communicate with your subordinates outside, right?"

Santino shrugged: "Who knows whether John Wick will suddenly go crazy after enjoying it for a long time?"

"Your considerations make sense, John. You and Mr. Antonio have an in-depth chat about this mission, and I'll go out. We'll see you later, Mr. Antonio."

John Wick nodded, poured a glass of wine for Antonio, watched Wang Yan open the door and leave, and really discussed with Santino how to kill his sister...

Wang Yan opened the door and walked out of John's house, facing thirteen pairs of scrutinizing eyes. They were all dressed in black suits, each with brighter hair than the other. Some were holding their shoulders, some had their hands in front, some had their hands behind their backs, but no one had a gun in their hands.

The leader is a woman. This is Santino's confidant bodyguard, a deaf mute.

Ignoring them, Wang Yan returned to his home not far away, and with a few clicks on the computer, he controlled several cameras near his home.

This is a residential area. When John Wick avenged his dog, neighbors called the police. Now that he is going to cause trouble, he must pay attention.

Again, just because John Wick can go on a killing spree without being wanted doesn't mean he can do it just because he wants someone to come over. After all, this is a powerful government organization, and he still does not have the ability to challenge the will of the country with personal force. What he challenged was only part of the government. This is a very important point. If it is not clear and if it is not complied with, then what will greet him will be the army and missiles, which he cannot compete with by force.

After doing this, he went out with his computer on his back and came to John Wick's house again. He didn't waste any time, and came to the deaf-mute woman. With her frowning and puzzled eyes, he punched her hard and broke her neck. Then, before anyone else could react, he used a high whip kick to knock one person away, then stepped forward and charged up a head elbow, killing the third person.

It was also at this time that the remaining people reacted and began to draw their guns. Silver light flashed in Wang Yan's hands, which were two Desert Eagles equipped with silencers. They fired bursts of bang bang bang. The remaining nine people reacted fastest just to raise their guns. Everything It's all between lightning and flint.

It should be mentioned here again that the silencer is not as powerful as shown in the movie, and there will still be a lot of noise. But compared to the original sound of a firearm firing, adding a silencer is better than not adding one. Moreover, the living density here is not high enough for the sound of gunfire to dissipate. Even if someone heard it, they wouldn't take it seriously.

Many places in Meilijian are desolate and quiet at night. Especially in a suburban community like theirs, there are even fewer people active after dark. After all, no matter how powerful the United States is, there is only one New York and only one Manhattan.

After the battle was resolved, Wang Yan opened the car door and acted as a porter, stuffing the corpses into three cars respectively. Then he clapped his hands, carried the computer on his back, and rang the doorbell.

John Wick saw that there was no one at the door except Wang Yan, and there were only a few pools of blood on the ground, and he refreshed his evaluation of this oriental man: "You are very strong."

"Thank you." Wang Yan nodded with a smile and followed him into the house.

When he entered the house, he saw Santino, who had been beaten horribly, lying on the ground like a dead dog. The puppy that John had stolen back was lying on the side, gazing at it. This dog drank too much...

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows, turned to John and asked, "Are you happy?"

"No." John Wick shook his head, "Now I have absolutely no other way to go, and to be honest, it was indeed me who didn't abide by the agreement first."

"But so what? As long as you can abide by your agreement with me."

"Sorry, I don't remember any agreement between us."

"Now I have it." Wang Yan smiled and said, "John, I hope that no matter what situation you face in the future, you will not betray me. You know, the destructive power of the two of us together is very powerful. When the High Table found that they could not When the problem is solved, they will give you favorable conditions to win over, so when they promise you the freedom you want most, don't betray me, because compared to the external enemies, the internal traitors are more hateful, you. You know what I mean, right?"

"certainly."

"Very well, then let us entertain the distinguished Mr. Santino Antonio."

As he spoke, Wang Yan casually stepped on Sisi's foot on Santino's hand.

Santino had been knocked unconscious by John, but as the saying goes, the pain from his hand still made Santino wake up shouting, and with a strong force, he tried to pull out his palm.

The drunken puppies nearby were awakened by Santino's painful shouts. They barked at Santino in dissatisfaction before lying there again and fell asleep.

The dog could sleep through it, but Santino couldn't. He wanted to reach out and pry Wang Yan's legs apart, but he was kicked away with even more force. Santino started scolding John for not keeping his word, calling Wang Yan a Chinese monkey, and all kinds of rubbish words.

Wang Yan smiled and didn't care. It wasn't until Santino understood, clenched his teeth and kept silent, with the veins on his neck popping out, that he let go of his foot.

"Dear Mr. Antonio, you have to act like a gang leader. You should know that at this point, what you say is useless. Please sit down and let us have a good talk."

Santino had a thousand words to say to greet the eighteenth generation of the oriental man in front of him who was very gentlemanly and aristocratic, but the situation was stronger than the others. He knew very well that the more than ten people he brought with him were all dead, including him. The most trustworthy deaf mute woman. He is not sad, and he has no intention of being sad. He has to face it with strength...

He stood up with difficulty and sat on the chair. Wang Yan gave him a look of approval, sat opposite him, and poured him the unfinished vodka with his own hands.

"Santino, I think you need this very much."

"Thank you." Santino really needed it.

Wang Yan calmly took out Huazi from his pocket, gave one to Santino, and gestured to John who was standing aside.

Of course John refused. There was a question he didn't understand. Why on earth was Wang Yan sitting there as if he were at home, while his real master was standing blankly on the side, and it seemed that Wang Yan was taking the lead in his current actions.

Why? He was reflecting silently...

Wang Yan didn't care what John thought, he blew out the cigarette, looked at Santino opposite him who was grinning and moving his fingers to smoke, and said, "Santino, this cigarette is not bad, isn't it?"

"Of course, it's good, it helps me a lot." Santino tried to stay calm, "Whatever your purpose is, just tell me."

"Very good, I like your directness." Wang Yan nodded with a smile. Not all gangsters have backbone, or they still have the aura of a boss when facing life threats, just like Santino in front of him. , this is a garbage player.

He took a sip of wine and asked, "John was once injected with a drug during training, which greatly enhanced the strength of his bones and muscles, and also made him famous as a night devil. John said this was something from the High Table Regarding the genetic project of the Super Human Project, Mr. Antonio, please tell me, what information do you know about this genetic project? For example, its progress, funding source, personnel composition, actual controller, and even the address of the laboratory. "

Santino frowned. He looked at the smiling oriental man in front of him, and then turned to look at John, who had an unclear expression. He recalled the inexplicable conversation between the two men before, and understood what it meant.

It turned out that these two people were planning this kind of thing, and John originally refused, but it seemed that his arrival forced John to choose this road of actively seeking death, and he wanted to take him away before going on the road. Oh, this is so bad…

He took a long breath, drank a big sip of wine, took a long puff of Oriental cigarette, and said: "Sir, please allow me to remind you that the pursuit of this matter is more serious than the consequences of John not completing the blood contract. fear."

"It seems you finally understood what stupid thing you did." Wang Yan nodded happily and smiled, "But thank you for reminding me, Mr. Antonio. But we all know that there is no turning back now. Don't be so nervous, I haven't decided yet whether you will die, but if you don't cooperate, you will definitely die and suffer some torture before you die. This is so ungentlemanly, I don't like it, and I don't think you will like it either. . Tell me everything you know.”

Santino sighed resignedly: "I don't know much about this plan. I only know that it was a project started after the end of World War II. At the beginning, it was only supported by the Locke family. Later, other consortiums were gradually added. It seems that there are In the shadow of the European royal family, they have established multiple life science laboratories, and their research goal is immortality.

Many projects have been carried out, such as maintaining youth, gene cloning, etc. They are responsible for each one and share the research results. You know, this is the best way. There are seven billion people in the world, but talent is limited after all. Perhaps they fought fiercely in other places, but on this illusory matter, they were united. From the end of World War II to today, their continuous investment. But it has had little effect, or maybe it has, and I'm not qualified to know.

And these consortiums, they formed the High Table. Although the twelve seats of the High Table Elders sound very noble and even make me want to kill my own sister, we all know that they are all working for them. But the world is like this. If we are not strong enough, we can only comply with them. However, although they are powerful, we are not pigs or dogs, we are not their playthings, and we do not have no right to speak.

Sorry, I went too far. Back to the topic, the medicine John injected came from the Locke family’s laboratory. But I'm really sorry, I really don't know any more. After all, I have not yet become a member of the Presbyterian Church. If I become an elder, then I will be able to know more information. "

"Maybe." Wang Yan raised his eyebrows noncommittally, "But what you said is very useful, at least it gives us an idea of ​​the direction. So Mr. Antonio, how much money do you have? In other words, how much do you think your life is worth? ?”

"Give me three days, I can raise 300 million, which is all the money I can come up with at the moment. You know, doing business is never that simple. We have to use money to buy goods, we have to..."

This is a very smart saying. The amount of money is not important, what is important is three days. What was taken advantage of was human greed, and of course the strong self-confidence of Wang Yan and John Wick.

"I want it now, how much can you give me?"

"Twenty million?" Santino looked at Wang Yan's face carefully.

"Twenty million? Dear Mr. Antonio, maybe I should let you know about the torture methods from the East." As he spoke, in Santino's frightened eyes, Wang Yan stood up and came to him, and quickly put his finger on his A few clicks on the body.

Immediately afterwards, John Wick unexpectedly looked at Santino, who was rolling on the ground in pain. He walked over to comfort the irritable puppy and asked, "What method is this?"

"Acupuncture is not too difficult. I can teach you when I have time. Compared with the current pain, if there are torture tools, the effect will be better. Do you know Ling Chi? It is to use a sharp knife to cut thirty-six thousand cuts on a person's body. Thousands of knives, each slicing a thin slice of flesh, and keeping the person awake, so you can’t die in the process. Go find a sharp knife and I’ll show it to you.”

Seeing that John Wick was really going to get the knife, Santino's screams stopped abruptly, and he shouted sensibly: "Sixty million! I only have so much, really only this much."

After speaking, he stopped shouting. He just gritted his teeth and rolled around vigorously. He was afraid that the screams would disturb Wang Yan and actually use the knife on him...

John Wick nodded: "Fortunately, I almost soiled my house."

But the way he looked at Wang Yan was strange, because he didn't know very well whether what he just told him was true or false, and whether he really wanted to demonstrate it to him on Santino.

Wang Yan was still smiling, took out the computer he brought, opened it on the table, and waited for Santino to transfer the money...

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