hsntnovel Chapter 277: Grudge
Chapter 277: Grudge
It's cold in the morning in New York, maybe because of the heavy rain last night.
There are more and more homeless people under the bridge. A group of homeless people huddle together to keep warm. One of them, a tall man in a suit, looks so out of place.
With his messy stubble and dull eyes, who would have thought that not long ago, he was a gold-medal thug and adopted son of the Russian mafia godfather Vigo Talosov, but now he is like an ordinary tramp, living in Are you waiting for death quietly under the bridge?
Is not it?
Kasinov, who does not have a surname.
Unfortunately, our Kasinov could not hear me, he had died that night at the Red Circle club.
Only Kasinov Talosov, who is now as confused as a zombie and has completely lost hope in life, is left.
He wants to inherit Viggo's name, but he is just a worthless thug who can do nothing but kill people.
He often wondered whether what Vigo said to him before he died was just to trick him into having the confidence to continue living in this world.
The High Table, the Continental Hotel, and even the Templar Order, Vigo died for those high-ranking guys, and died at the hands of the Night Stalker who came for revenge. But Kasinov had no way to cause trouble for the Night Stalker. According to what Vigo once said, as long as John wanted to, Kasinov would be used as a pen holder by John, with several pencils inserted into his head.
After all, there is a rumor in the Continental Hotel that "The Night Stalker killed three strong men with only a pencil." Those three strong men were also registered killers of the Continental Hotel.
Powerless.
This is the problem Kasinov is facing now. His actual "father" died at the hands of the legendary killer John Wick. He wants to kill John Wick, unless John Wick has a brain attack and directly kills him. The top management of the table club killed him.
There may be other ways, but it won't happen to him.
maybe.
The premise is that the guy in retro clothes in the distance is not interested in him.
Compared with real professional killers, in fact, if the mafia thugs can achieve Kasinov's previous status, they will more or less have two brushes, not to mention his big height, just for this one As for tendons, Kasinov still has enough potential as long as he has professional training.
The guy in the distance had been observing Kasinov for two or three days. At this time, he was playing with a strange-shaped emblem ring in his hand. From time to time, he looked up at Kasinov's sturdy figure under the bridge, which seemed a little strange. disappointment.
The original owner of the emblem ring in his hand was named Vigo Talosov.
As if he couldn't sense Kasinov's fighting spirit, the man seemed a little impatient, so he walked straight towards Kasinov, and after a while, he came under the bridge.
Kasinov did not react at all to the uninvited guest in front of him, and he still looked like he was dying.
"Are you Vigo Talosov's adopted son?"
The voice of an uninvited guest sounded.
Kasinov finally reacted... because of that name. He slowly raised his head and looked at the person. Sitting for a long time made his muscles extremely stiff, and even raising his head found it difficult:
"Kasinov died. He died with Mr. Vigo. He died in the Red Circle."
The man seemed dissatisfied with this answer: "Vigo told me before he died that you would be a suitable candidate. But now you are no different from a dead person."
"The candidate...heh, are you the trash of the high table? Or the Knights of the Holy Stick?" Kasinov smiled sarcastically. He did not give the visitor any face. Vigo is dead, even if God comes, don't even think about it. Ask him to respect me, "Are you trying to deceive people with some great ideals, or are you trying to coerce me into submission?"
"I have nothing left. You mean nothing to me. Go to hell."
The man's face did not show any dissatisfaction with Kasinov's insulting remarks. Instead, he looked unexpectedly appreciative of the strong man in front of him who was no different from a corpse. He looked at Kasinov with interest for a long time, and then , Slowly squatted down, looked straight at Kasinov, with a calm expression: "Kasinov, who has no surname, I am one of Vigo's friends, and I have brought the inheritance that Vigo left for you."
"Whether you accept it or not is up to you."
Vigo's emblem ring was casually thrown into Kasinov's arms by the man.
"It's this thing again..." Kasinov picked up the emblem ring and laughed out loud when he saw the "Seal of Cain" on the emblem ring. He laughed miserably: "This thing can't defeat BOSS. I survived John Wick, and now you give him to me, what do I accept, a destined death?”
"A gift, but the price is a bit high." The man stood up slowly and said in a calm voice, "A project under my hands can... make you very powerful, comparable to a humanoid tank, or even stronger . In other words... it will give you the opportunity to kill John Wick with your own hands. But before that, you may need some time to think... um."
The man got stuck in the middle of what he said, because in front of him, Kasinov slowly put the ring on his left ring finger with a cold face and said, "Fuck the price."
"Take me, I have nothing anyway, I don't care what you want to take from me." Kasinov stared at the man's face, "I only have one request..."
"John Wick and the guy who helped him kill the boss, I want them to die!"
"I think there is no problem. The new Mr. Talosov...may the Father of Insight guide us." The man stretched out his hand to Kasinov and said with a smile. "By the way...I am Juhani Otto Berg."
"Your new boss."
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In the dim room, the four hyenas were baring their teeth and demonstrating at John, but our dog lovers nodded at those ignorant puppies.
"It seems you like dogs very much, John." Deep in the room, an African-American woman walked out with two glasses of wine in her hand. "Why do you suddenly want to come to Morocco?"
"Sophia." John nodded towards the woman, "Nice to meet you."
"Answer my question, John." Sophia came to John, handed the wine glass in her hand to John, and asked her good dogs to stay away. "That will determine whether I welcome an old friend or give you a bullet in the head."
"Also, if you take the stuff out of your pocket, I'll shoot you in the head right now."
"You can't kill the creditor who holds your blood debt. This is against the rules, Sophia." John said, but he did not take out the blood debt in his pocket. "I just want to ask you for a favor."
"I'm in the management now, John. You know, I'm not young anymore." Sophia clinked glasses with John angrily and said softly, "If you want me to help you shoot someone, With dozens of shots, there’s really nothing I can do.”
"I have a mission from the High Table this time, Sophia." John took a sip of wine and frowned slightly, "The 'No. 6' in New York who caused the deaths of hundreds of killers has come to Morocco."
"Oh?" Sophia no longer had any intention of joking at this time. She said very seriously, "So, you want me to help you find him?"
"Unfortunately, no." John shook his head, "According to my intelligence...'No. 6' is a very threatening killer, and the organization behind him seems to be no less powerful than the High Table... They Call themselves the 'Assassin Brotherhood'. And this time, Number Six's goal is to assassinate the elders of the High Table."
"You mean..." Sophia narrowed her eyes slightly and hesitated.
"I want to find the elder first to prevent No. 6 from killing him, and by the way... kill No. 6." John said solemnly. "I need a way to meet the elders...so I came to you for help, Sophia."
"This is the only way I can be free."