Accidentally provoked the whole world

Chapter 10 The New Crisis
More than 820 million U.S. dollars, plus the 200 million that was brought out from Vigo's lair, the total is already 1000 million U.S. dollars.

It is indeed not a small amount.

Once the fourteen days pass and the money is withdrawn, the retirement life will be very colorful.

Beaches, islands, beauties...

John was a little impatient.

The nine-to-five hanging silk life before time travel is really not as good as the retirement time after time travel, directly skipping the 20 years of struggle, and 20 years may not earn 1000 million US dollars in a lifetime...

Swift: "Mr. Wick, you have real estate in four states, including New York. I would like to know which is your usual mailing address?"

Property in all four states?
Good guy, before I crossed over, I didn't even have a suite...

John: "Let's use New York."

"Ok."

After Swift sorted out the documents, he gave them to John for signature.

Before leaving, John suddenly asked: "Swift, I want to know how much capital is needed to buy an island? I want to buy an island and be the owner of the island."

There is a coconut grove on the top, and a manor is built in the forest. Two helicopters are set up in the manor, the swimming pool leads to the sea, and there are a few yachts in the sea. There are groups of bikinis on the yachts. This kind of life is enough.

"Oh, Mr. Wick, your ideals are really different," Swift smiled, "Not counting other aspects, you need tens of billions of dollars just for a small 'rough' island. It is the international price, of course, some countries may be cheaper, but the price will not differ too much, plus the construction cost... Good luck."

Ten billion dollars?
It’s not too much. Now that I have a system, earning tens of billions of dollars is my small goal in the future.

Working hard for small goals?

impossible.

How can Xianyu work hard, only by occasionally killing a few blind guys, touching corpses, and exploding equipment can achieve small goals, like this.

However, New York is also tired of staying here, it's time to change the salted fish.

In addition to New York, I have three properties, so I will first go to this place called Three Oaks in Montana to have a look.

……

"Mr. Willow, are we really going to do this?" In the office, the assistant Grant asked his boss Willow.

Willow smoked a cigar and had a beard all over his face. His appearance was somewhat similar to Vigo, who was killed and touched by John.

Grant: "He's John Wick, he's the 'Black Caesar,' he killed three people with a pencil in a bar, I saw it. He's a man of focus, of promises, of pure will. We do that, will lose everything we have now... sir!"

Once he fails, he will bear the wrath of "Black Caesar", and he will be annihilated by the anger just like Vigo.

Willow picked up the glass and took a big gulp of vodka, "Just for a dog, for a damn car, he killed my nephew, my brother, mutilated two of my closest relatives, and killed Thirty of our elites. I want to let him know that our fighting nation will not submit. Grant, go to his house now."

Grant looked helpless, "Okay, sir."

……

On the road to Montana, John was driving and talking on the phone.

The population density in the suburbs of Laomei is quite thin, and there is no one in sight after driving for a long time, so you can rest assured to make a phone call while driving.

The call came from the real estate company. The relevant appointment documents have been completed, and the house can be sold immediately when it meets a suitable client.

John is going to sell the house in New York. There are too many memories of the original owner and his girlfriend who died of illness in the house, which makes him feel very bad. He doesn't want to live in another person's life.

Moreover, there is absolutely no need for so many real estate properties. It is better to sell the useless ones and save them for money, and save them to buy islands.

……

Grant stands outside John's house, also on the phone.

"Sir, John is not at home. Many things in the house are gone. It seems that he has moved, and the real estate agent said that the house is for sale..."

"Fake!"

Willow was furious.

Grant was very fortunate that at least he had an excuse to escape. Dealing with the "Black Caesar" was a very dangerous job, and the lessons learned by Vigo and others were a living example.

Grant: "Sir, what shall we do now?"

Willo: "Come back. I'll take care of the next thing..."

After hanging up Grant's phone, Willow sat there thinking for a moment, found another mobile phone, and dialed the only contact on it.

Soon, the phone was connected.

"speak!"

A cold female voice came from inside.

……

After entering Montana, the temperature dropped significantly, the roadsides began to snow, the trees were bare, and the surrounding area was full of snow-capped mountains.

John couldn't understand why his predecessor bought real estate in this place that was so cold and remote, it wasn't a place for people to live at all.

He decided to go there to "investigate" it on the spot, and if it didn't work, he would sell it. Although he now has the talent of the elementary [Ice Field Combat] and the personal characteristics of the [Extreme Cold Body], he is not afraid of the severe cold, but he is not afraid of the cold. Representatives like to live in cold places.

After refueling at the gas station, we drove for another two hours, and an endless ice field appeared in front of us.

John stopped the car, took out the map, and looked towards the front of the ice field. Apart from the endless white, there were large gray forests on the ice field.

"This is the Glenville Nursing Home, and my house is [-] kilometers northwest of it... It's at least [-] kilometers away from where I am right now..."

John put down the map, looked at the boundless ice field, and then looked back at his classic car, suddenly feeling powerless.

This car is only suitable for driving on ordinary roads, not at all suitable for long-distance treks on slippery ice fields.

At this time, a police car stopped nearby.

The window opened, and an elderly sheriff asked from inside, "Hey, old man, what's the problem?"

The phrase "have trouble finding a detective" applies everywhere.

John: "My house is inside the ice field, but I can't drive in."

The old sheriff: "Are you a foreigner?"

John: "Yeah, I bought and built the house before, I'll come back and have a look now."

Old Sheriff: “Where’s your house?”

"Right here." John showed the old sheriff the map.

The old sheriff: "Oh, it's far enough. There is no mobile phone signal in such a remote place. I'm curious, why did you build a house there?"

John: "Because I'm retired and don't like to be interrupted."

The old police chief nodded, "Then you might as well go to the town. There is a car dealership there. It's only a 15-minute drive from here. You can rent a sled and motorcycle from the car dealership. It's very cheap and can take you there smoothly. Your home, but your 'old buddy' may be staying in town for a while."

The old sheriff said while looking at John's classic car.

(End of this chapter)