Infinite Journey to the World of American Comics

At the Grand Theatre, a group of girls were dancing ballet on the stage. The woman who had helped John and the two of them leave New York was still sitting below and watching, her head bouncing up and down according to the rhythm, and she would write and draw in her notebook from time to time.

The heavy rain outside was still falling, and it looked like it had no intention of stopping for a while. A big man stood under the eaves, threw the cigarette butt outside, and was about to return to the theater.

When he just turned around, a figure suddenly jumped out from above him. Before he could react, the sword flashed, and he felt a pain in his heart, and then another pain in his neck. There was a figure wielding a knife. Hit him on the neck.

Who are these people...

The big man fell down with doubts, and the two figures sheathed their swords and sneaked into the theater quietly.

In this dark rainy night, ancient assassination techniques defeated modern firearms. These Eastern European men were experienced in many battles, but under the swords of these Japanese killers, they were as fragile as fish on the chopping board.

Zero followed the four apprentices silently, more like a teacher than a killer leader, checking the students' homework.

The two teachers, a man and a woman, smiled when they saw the performance of their disciples. Unfortunately, the artistic attainments could not withstand the murderous attainments at all. One after another, the big men fell silently, until only the one was left in the theater. The old woman and her students.

Four figures holding knives walked slowly from among the girls dancing on the stage. The old woman's smile froze. The appearance of these people meant that all the guards were dead.

"stop"

At the command, all the girls stopped. They had also seen these uninvited guests just now, but their long-term training made them dare not stop dancing.

Tapping.

The sound of high heels came from far away, and the adjudicator came to the old woman's side.

With the command "get out", all the girls left the stage, leaving only the old woman and these killers.

Soon, the old woman was put on the stage like a prisoner and pressed on a chair. The adjudicator stood beside her and looked at her contemptuously.

"The High Table has an agreement with the Russian gypsies." The old woman still tried to struggle.

"Yes, but you helped John Wick."

"He holds the ticket."

"But the ticket is no higher than the High Table. Your crimes will be paid for in blood. Now, lend your helping hand and pledge your loyalty."

The old woman took a breath, clasped her hands and stretched them out, and then stood up. "I once served the high table, and now I will continue to serve..."

puff

A samurai sword passed through the old woman's palms and nailed them together. It was Zero who took action and withdrew the knife. The adjudicator came to the old woman, looked at her bleeding hands, sneered, and turned away. , being so arrogant, she didn't notice, or in other words, she didn't care at all, the look of hatred in the old woman's eyes.

......

Casablanca, Continental Hotel, Sofia stuffed loaded pistols into the vests of her dogs. Richard looked carefully and saw that the vests were also bulletproof. He couldn't help but sigh, if John had given them to him too. If the puppy comes to have such a thing, won't there be so many things later?

"Don't get me wrong, I really just want to talk this time." Looking at Sophia's actions, John felt that she might have misunderstood something.

"Is this a conversation between people like us?" Sophia put the gun away and stood up, "Let's go."

Richard stood up and followed, and John had no choice but to follow suit, "Richard, I really just want to talk."

"Yes, I believe you, but I don't trust others. Moreover, I think Sophia knows the person we are about to meet better than you and I." With that, Richard caught up with Sophia, "Yes, beauty."

Sofia looked at Richard, then looked back at John, "Have you been retired for too long, and no newcomer can understand it?"

John knew that he was in the wrong, so he immediately shut his mouth when Sophia opened her mouth. On the other hand, Richard, who was talking to her next to Sophia, looked more familiar with her than he did.

The three of them arrived at a secret stronghold and were stopped at the gate and began to be searched.

Fortunately, with Sophia, who was familiar with the other party, the gun on the dog was not found, and the three of them were able to successfully meet the owner.

"Sofia, it's always nice to see you." Just as the three of them had just finished checking, a young white man came down the steps and opened his arms to Sofia, "Ah, of course. Your dogs. Can I pet them?”

"Of course." Sophia gestured, and a dog walked over obediently.

"Jonathan Wick." The old man looked up at John while stroking the dog. Richard was still too young after all, and most people wouldn't pay attention to him. "I've long heard that you came to our place. Come with me. Well, I’m pretty sure we have a lot to talk about.”

Yes, this guy is also extremely confident.

Richard didn't show anything. In order to complete the mission, he could definitely act like an invisible man when he needed to pretend to be cowardly. He didn't learn anything from the three missions in the world. At least he knew that facing those who were eager to No matter how successful people pretend to be, they will not do anything to you. Instead, they will automatically fill in their minds tens of thousands of words of background information related to you. As for these successful people who have successful careers, you should shrink back. , in this way, they will turn a blind eye to you.

This is the situation now. Obviously three people came in together, but the old man didn't mention him a word.

"I'm curious, what kind of wind brought you here? Are you here to kill me?" The old man and John walked forward side by side, chatting as they walked.

"No."

After passing through the long corridor, everyone came to a rooftop. It looked like a rest area, but there was a craftsman checking the gold coins one by one. The gold coins that John and the others used in the organization, Combined with the watering field they saw when they came, this seemed to be the place where gold coins were produced.

"Mr. Wick, do you know the origin of the word assassin?" The old man came to the wine table, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to John, "Assassin, a follower of Hassan, the old man of the mountain, a person who takes marijuana, But another group of people think they should be called Hashasshin, which means people who are loyal to their duties and abide by their beliefs. Have you seen that gold coin?"

The old man pointed to a shrine behind him, in which was embedded a gold coin, an ancient gold coin used by the organization.

ps. The past two days have mainly been plot transition chapters, which are arranged for book friends who have never watched the movie. It can also be regarded as a novice mission protection mechanism. Of course, it will be different later on, mainly to improve the strength of the protagonist.The next mission will be a formal mission, and knowing the plot will not be helpful, so stay tuned.Also, it would be nice to ask for a recommendation vote.