Infinite Journey to the World of American Comics

The Metropolitan Museum of Art, the largest museum in the United States, has now turned into a private celebration party. Well-dressed celebrities gathered here to celebrate Sandino de Antonio becoming the Supreme Council of the High Table. One of the 12 chairman of the board.

From this point of view, it is not unfair to say that they are like dogs. What kind of organization is the High Table? It is a world-class underground criminal organization. Those who can be invited to the celebration party, even if they are not criminals, are people closely related to them.

Everyone has arrived, Sandino, who also looks like a dog, slowly walks into the hall with two beauties in red in a stylish manner. Don't get me wrong, these two beauties are not killers, they are just vases to set off him tonight. As the current patriarch of an old Italian mafia family and one of the 12 most powerful people in the world's underground society, he feels that he should always maintain his style.

Yes, now Sandino's heart is filled with the joy of success. He has not considered John's problem at all. Although that guy killed dozens of gunmen in his family in Italy and escaped, those are just ordinary gangsters after all. And now, he has been listed as the target of a bounty by the high table, which is 700 million US dollars. Judging from his many years of experience, this amount is enough to attract those top killers like him to take action. John is dead.

Holding a glass of champagne, Sandino raised his glass to all the guests, "To the future Council of the High Table, and of course to my dear sister."

Everyone smiled and raised their glasses. They understood what Sandino meant. This unscrupulous guy had promised them a bright future a long time ago. He promised that when he became the chairman of the High Table, he would open the High Table. Table these resources to his friends.

Just kidding, the most powerful organization in the dark world, who wouldn’t want such resources? Think about it, the chairman of a large company who was competing with you for a project suddenly died suddenly. What wonderful news it was. I had been following Sandino People with similar cooperation have been waiting for this day for a long time. As a result, they will do business all over the world. This is why they chose to hold this celebration banquet in New York. The center of the world will soon be theirs.

Just as the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves, a drain in the museum quietly opened, and a handsome man in a suit and leather shoes came out, looking around warily.

"Hey, John, don't stand still, help me pull it, the machine gun is jammed."

There was a complaint from below the drain, which made the handsome uncle's face twitch. Then he lowered his body without saying a word and took the machine gun handed down from below.

Looking at the big guy in his hand, John looked slightly melancholy, "Richard, we are killers, what are you doing with it?"

"Isn't it that the killer wants to kill the target without anyone noticing and then leave quietly? With her here, I guarantee that no one can prove that it was us."

......

Do you have any misunderstanding about the lack of witnesses? That's not to make things big for you.

Forget it, this bastard never listens to anyone...

John cursed in his heart and gave up trying to dissuade Richard. After placing the machine gun on the ground, he took off the rifle and said, "I'm going to investigate the situation first. You wait here for a while. If you hear gunshots, come out again." "

"In that case, will anyone be scared away by the sound of gunfire?"

"...Our goal is just Sandino, no extraneous things."

"Okay, it's up to you."

Hearing Richard's assurance, John's eyelids twitched and he felt an ominous premonition. However, he had no choice but to hope that Richard would not act recklessly.

The decent custom-made suit allowed John to enter the banquet hall quietly. Of course, this was the halo of the protagonist. Richard felt that if he followed John's example, there would be security guards with guns showing up to check before he got even ten meters away from the banquet hall. his invitation.

In short, no matter what the reason was, John still successfully sneaked into Sandino and was successfully discovered by him.

The two stood there quietly, looking at each other affectionately for more than ten seconds. All the guests saw that their relationship was unusual, and stepped aside to give them enough space to dance a tango.

Then, John moved, Sandino moved, the bodyguards moved, everyone present moved

blah blah blah

The gunfire sounded, and Richard shouted excitedly: "yes"

chug chug chug

The sound of the bullet coming out of the barrel and the sound of the shell falling on the marble floor complemented each other, playing a loud Soviet march in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York.

Oh, no, that was played by the mobile phone in Richard's pocket. God knows where he got it from. The sound was so loud that there was echo.

This feeling was so exciting. Controlling a machine gun with a physical fitness level of 16 allowed Richard to regain the familiar feeling.It was the first snow in 2000. At the instigation of his classmates, the young and ignorant Richard skipped class and went to the Internet cafe. He clicked on the icon abbreviated as cs, then clicked on another auxiliary tool, and entered the game. The expensive weapon and zero recoil made him feel like a god on the battlefield, and now, this feeling is back.

Bullets flew in the large building, hitting the white marble walls and stone pillars, bringing up a piece of white stone debris, and then hitting the bodyguard in a black suit, bringing up more bright red blood flowers, black and white , white and red, the three colors complement each other. Richard felt that in this environment, his whole person was sublimated.

My grandma is an artist

John killed three bodyguards neatly, and then used close grapple to get rid of a master who wanted to restrain him, and then... nothing happened. The bodyguards in the hall were beaten by Richard while he was fighting. After their names were called, all the guests ran out immediately. Except for them, there was no one standing in the hall.

"Look, I'm just saying you should use the assault rifle and Sandino run away."

......

John was too lazy to speak, but he still took the assault rifle handed over by Richard, pulled the bolt, and chased Sandino in the direction where he had just escaped.

"Tsk, tsk, how arrogant." Richard curled his lips and followed.

Now, Richard feels that he has found a bug in this mission. What should you do when you enter a shooting game and your marksmanship is terrible but your strength is endless?

Of course it's a machine gun. As for marksmanship and not marksmanship, you first have to talk to me about this cute little guy with a rate of [-] rounds per minute.

And I'm not alone. With John Wick here, I don't have to worry about the sudden attackers around me. It's a perfect match.

Compared with Richard, who was enjoying the game, Sandino, who was disturbed by the dinner, was not in a very good mood. He walked quickly to the back of the museum with a dark face while dialing his cell phone, "Come here quickly, John Wei. He's here with me. Remember to bring heavy weapons. There's a bastard with a machine gun next to him, yes, a machine gun."