Infinite Journey to the World of American Comics

Walking into the theater door, four tall Eastern Europeans stood by the door and looked at the two of them. There was a long table in front of them, and there were three other Eastern Europeans sitting behind the table. They had tattoos all over their bodies. It was obvious at first glance that they were not. What a good person.

bang bang bang bang

Under the gaze of several people, John placed the gold coins, the cross and the circular badge that he had obtained from the library on the table.

"Your weapons."

John glanced at Richard, then took out the pistol and put it on the table, "Richard, listen to them."

"Okay." Richard shrugged and put the pistol up.

"And your belts." The bald man with tattoos on his head sneered at the two of them.

"Believe it or not, I can kill seven of you with just my hands, and it won't take five minutes in total." Richard also smiled. He put his hands on the table, approached the bald head and said with a smile.

wow.

The four big men standing around all took out their pistols and pointed them at Richard and the others, but Richard continued to stare at the bald head as if he hadn't seen them at all.

"Okay, that's enough." The big-backed man sitting in the middle stopped the farce. The two of them dared to kill a chairman in the Continental Hotel. They couldn't afford it. , "Take them in."

Under the leadership of another bald man, the two walked into the theater. This was a large theater that could accommodate thousands of people. However, there were no guests at all. There was only a woman sitting in the front row, writing and drawing with a pen. , and on the stage, a girl was dancing ballet. Richard didn't know whether she was good or not, but he knew that he couldn't do any of the girl's movements.

While Richard was staring at the dancer, John knelt down on one knee in front of the seated woman and held the cross necklace in front of his face, looking quite respectful.

The woman sitting there was quite old, but judging from her appearance and temperament, she was also a beauty when she was young. She glanced at John sideways, and then continued to cast her eyes on the stage, "Yadani, why did you go home?"

Yadani Richard blinked curious eyes, John pretended not to see it and just raised the cross in his hand.

"Why are you holding it up like that's the answer."

"I still have tickets."

"You have caused so much chaos in the past few weeks and you think your ticket is still valid. Have you forgotten that Russian gypsies are also subject to the high table."

"The power of the high table is still there if I tell you that they might kill me for talking to you. Bring death to my door. That's how you respect me."

Looking at the woman's slightly angry expression, John knelt there and said with a trembling voice: "I, Yadani Jovonovich, I am a child of Belarus, an orphan from your tribe, you have an obligation to help me .You have obligations and I have rights.”

After staring at the cross in John's hand for a long time, the woman finally stood up helplessly and said, "Follow me."

The two of them followed the woman backstage. As they passed the stage, John glanced at the girl above, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes. This made Richard very curious. John also studied ballet.

Probably older people like to chatter, and the lady leading the way was no exception. She led the two people through the backstage while chattering, "You have rights, you have nothing, Yadani, you know , when my students first come here, they just want one thing, a life without pain, and I try to dissuade them from this childish idea that, you know, art is painful and they want to pass How is it possible for art to avoid suffering?”

Richard looked at the room the two of them passed by. Young men and women were training hard there. Most of the girls were practicing ballet, while the boys were practicing wrestling. It was not the kind of competition performance, but something that could really lead to a win. A life-threatening fighting skill.

"Life is made up of suffering. If you escape one kind of suffering, you will inevitably enter another kind of suffering."

The woman heard Richard's emotion and couldn't help but look back at him, "You, a young friend, have seen it very clearly."

....No, I'm just lamenting my own experience...

After looking at Richard, the woman turned her head to John again, "Now, you are back to where you started, for what, a dog?"

"There is also a car and a house." Richard took over the conversation for John. He was afraid that the honest man would be squeezed out in the end and did not dare to ask for anything. "They ruined everything for a sad man."

"What about you? What are you doing for?" The woman finally focused on Richard. His performance just now let the woman know that he was more than just John's helper.

"If I said I was here to kill the chairman of the high table, would you believe it?"

"Only a fool would believe it."

"Okay, actually I'm a secret person."

"Dark child"

"Yes, that's the kind of secret that is just prepared for special circumstances. If this special situation does not occur, no one will know about my secret in this life."

"Go on." The woman believed it, because this kind of secret was not uncommon in large organizations.

"As a result, just after I finished training, that special situation occurred." At this time, Richard looked at John to let the woman understand that this special situation was related to him.

"Gianna D'Antonio, for whatever reason, was the first High Table president to be killed in office. So that tells me that all the people in the world, the High Table presidents, can be killed. "Richard made up his lie seriously, "So, I came out to help John and killed the second chairman. So, do you think we can kill the third or even more? Where is the chairman?”

"You were able to kill Sandino because he didn't expect anyone to dare to kill someone in the Continental Hotel."

"Yes, I don't deny this, but those chairman directors didn't think that anyone would dare to resist them?"

"...I can't take this risk." The woman shook her head. They were not the forces behind Richard, nor were they a single-handed person like Richard. Any decision she made would determine the lives of thousands of people.

"I know, and I don't intend to let you take this risk, but we might as well make a bet."

"what bet"

"I bet even if you helped us leave New York, High Table wouldn't dare to kill you."

"Hmph, do you think we are fools for such a childish way of provoking a general?" the bald man behind the woman said with a sneer. At the same time, he was also reminding the boss not to be fooled.

"Haha, don't you bring us here to help us? What's the harm in taking a gamble? Just because we are here, Gaotai Table has enough excuses to kill you, but what if they don't dare to kill you? That proves that they are also beginning to worry about their rule, because perhaps countless forces have begun to violate their orders. Of course, John and I will continue to survive, which will also intensify this process."

The woman and the bald head looked at each other and began to think about this issue seriously.