hsntnovel Chapter 209 The Wheel of Destiny
Chapter 209 The Wheel of Destiny
"Is this why you came to me specifically?"
At Marcus's house, Vigo sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and took the fruit and vegetable juice from Marcus. It was a little hard to swallow, but he still said "thank you".
"You should have said it on the phone."
Marcus opened the curtains, and the light penetrated into the window, which made Vigo feel a little dazzling for a moment.
"Well... I think it's better to talk to you in person." Vigo held his chin in one hand and tapped his temple rhythmically with his index finger. "Given that you may find this request to be personal...would you be willing to kill John Wick for $500 million?"
Marcus' hand holding the quilt trembled slightly, and his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was weighing the pros and cons.
"After all, you have a good relationship with him." Vigo added playfully.
Marcus looked up at Vigo and said seriously: "Is this reward only for me?"
"No, open to everyone." Vigo shook his head gently, "But time is tight and we need to do it as soon as possible."
"..." Marcus stared at Vigo's expression, and then said, "I'll think about it."
"Thank you, Marcus. I knew I could trust you." Vigo smiled noncommittally, stood up and left: "Thank you for the drink."
(BGM: KillingStrangers-MarilynManson)
Vigo and Marcus didn't know that on Detroit's Ambassador Bridge at this time, an American muscle car and a heavy motorcycle were driving in the direction of New York. The speed was so fast that the drivers on the road were yelling.
"We got guns (we have guns)..."
Marcus opened his closet and found it full of weapons.
"We got guns...You better run..."
A heavy sniper rifle was picked up by Marcus. This was Marcus' old buddy.
"You better run (you'd better escape)..."
Putting the sniper rifle on the table, Marcus gently stroked the gun body. The confusion in his eyes gradually dissipated, and his eyes gradually became firm.
"We're killing the strangers..."
Dismantle and adjust. An excellent tactician will always adjust his equipment according to his mission.
"So we don\u0027\u0027t kill."
"Crack!"
Bullets, loaded!
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Continental Hotel New York.
Compared to how it looked nine years later, the New York Continental Hotel in front of me looks more contemporary.
"Aren't you ready to go in?" John said softly.
Chen Yan had already put [White Dragon] into the system space instantly, and then turned his head to look at John: "I can't, there is nothing I need in this place."
"Indeed." John nodded, watching Chen Yan's figure gradually fade, and said strangely, "Optical camouflage... comes with bulletproof... If your equipment is discovered by the military, sooner or later you will be Catch and slice them.”
"The premise is that they can catch me." Chen Yan's voice came faintly.
At a food stall in the distance, Marcus seemed to sense something. He turned to look at the door of the New York Continental Hotel, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
"Room 918, I wish you a pleasant stay."
A bald black uncle was wearing a professional smile at the moment, pushing a key card to the beautiful female tenant in front of him.
Yes, this black uncle is Charon, Blake's biological uncle, the receptionist of New York's Continental Hotel, and Winston's best lieutenant.
"Thank you." The beautiful woman leaned sideways against the table at the front desk, turned slightly, and saw John walking into the hotel out of the corner of her eye. Something strange flashed in her eyes, and then she took the room card handed over by Charon and smiled sweetly. , "Nice to meet you, John."
"Hello, Perkins."
John nodded politely, and then the two of them stopped talking. John went straight to the front desk and stood in front of Uncle Hei.
"Do you want to stay for two nights?" Charon said softly, looking at the computer.
Just like before John left, just like always. Whenever John needs to perform a task, he will come here to take a rest, and every time, Charon will ask this sentence.
John put down the travel bag in his hand: "Depending on the situation, we may stay a few more days."
"Of course, sir." Charon smiled slightly, this time, it was a smile from the bottom of his heart.
"So when was this place renovated?" John asked, looking at the surrounding environment.
"About four years ago." Charon concentrated on checking John in, but still politely raised his face and responded, "But I assure you, not much has changed here."
"Still the same owner?"
"Yes."
John took out a gold coin from his pocket and slapped it on the front desk. Charon put away the gold coins very naturally, and then handed a room card to John: "Room 818."
John took the room card, smiled at Charon, picked up the travel bag on the ground, turned and left.
"as usual."
Charon's voice came from behind, and the familiar feeling made John stand still.
"I am honored to have you here, Mr. Wick."
John nodded vaguely, and then walked into the elevator.
"Mr. Charon, you are a good man..." Chen Yan's voice sounded faintly after the elevator door closed. "Speaking of which, Mr. Charon's nephew Blake is also a very good person."
John did not respond, but silently took note of Chen Yan's words.
Number Six suddenly mentioned Charon's nephew, indicating that he must know something about Charon's nephew, and it is very likely that he was not referring to the current Black.
The mysterious No. 6 suddenly appeared to help him, and his equipment was full of black technology. John didn't know what this meant, but when all possibilities were eliminated, no matter how outrageous the remaining possibilities were, it was still the truth.
This mysterious No. 6 may have come from the future.
This idea made John think he was crazy for a while. After all, time travel is like a plot in science fiction novels, right? But his intuition told him that he was not wrong.
In this case, Number Six has such a high opinion of Charon's nephew, then maybe he can help the child after the incident is over, such as... teach him a few tricks?
Chen Yan didn't know that it was his casual words that changed Blake Williams' life.
Many years later, John, who went to the Yan Kingdom to deliver the news of Charon's death, taught Black his skills. It was John who told Black that there was once a mysterious killer codenamed "No. 6" who gave him extreme treatment. High rating.
Black, who grew up in the Yan Kingdom, was often misunderstood by children of the same age because of his skin color. His only remaining family members were also killed. No one would care about an ordinary brotherhood member, right?
During those dark days, the evaluation of the killer codenamed [No. 6] brought with him John's teachings. Black, who had been living in the Yan Kingdom Brotherhood, also gained the appreciation of the top leaders of the Yan Kingdom Brotherhood and gave him more resources and education.
Like a beam of light tearing through the darkness.
Black became the youngest Master Assassin. At the same time, he was also given an important task by the Yanguo Brotherhood and was sent to Japan to become the front desk of the Kamurocho office of the Tokyo Continental Hotel to perform infiltration missions against the Templars.
Because of [No. 6], he has a different life, and he is grateful to that mysterious Mr. Killer from the bottom of his heart.
Killers whose code names are purely numbers are rare. And on that fateful night, he met the fledgling Chen Yan. Chen Yan’s codename is also No. 6.
Perhaps in Blake's heart, he was grateful to [No. 6], so he naturally expressed goodwill to Chen Yan, who also had the codename No. 6. But Black didn't know that in the near future, it would be the "Mr. Six" he befriended who would change his life.
Destiny is really amazing, isn't it?