In the heavy rain, Cannon held an umbrella and walked steadily out of the dark alley, stopping in front of an inconspicuous old iron gate.
Dang Dang Dang!
"Get out!"
The artillery hit the door hard three times, and violent roars suddenly came from inside.
Unmoved, he raised his fist and smashed it down again.
Boom, boom, boom!
This time, even the door frame was shaking. If it hadn't been filled with moisture on a rainy day, you would have seen dust flying.
"silt!"
The sound of footsteps approaching quickly, the small window opened with all its strength, revealing an angry face, "I said get out! Don't you understand human speech?"
Ding!
There was a metallic phoenix sound, and gold coins flew in the air.
Snapped!
Cannon grabbed it and showed it to him.
"Don't be so nervous. It's just John Wick, not a devil. Does it scare you into closing down the business early?"
Seeing the gold coins, the strong man inside changed his expression slightly, cursed in a low voice, and opened the iron door directly.
"Come in! Let me state in advance that I am not refusing to provide service, I just got excited and can't control it! Humph!"
The artillery entered sideways, and almost choked on the air that was mixed with various indescribable smells.
He even felt that the air was a bit harsh on his eyes, and his tear glands were secreting tears uncontrollably.
He held his breath, squinted his eyes, and tried to identify the environment inside with the help of dim lights.
This appears to be a basement recreation room.
It is semi-embedded in the ground, with an area of 50 to 60 square meters. The roof is inlaid with a circle of colorful small light bulbs, which illuminate the underground space colorfully. Together with the violent black rap music, it is full of decadence.
The space is roughly divided into four parts. There are booths made up of sofas in the back, and a small bar. Behind it is a shelf full of various drinks. Two blondes wearing JK stand on the bar and perform to the music.
Hold your own body.
Jiubao is a brawny man with a bare upper body and dark skin. In this environment, he also wears narrow-framed sunglasses and a finely crafted hat on his head that is pressed low, as if he is afraid that he can see something.
Similar.
There are pick-up stations on both sides, and the background music of various games is mixed together, making it very lively.
There are several billiard tables in the middle, three of which are idle, and one is being used, but the method of using it is something I have never thought of before.
His eyes widened uncontrollably, and he stared directly at the two white women lying on the billiard table, fighting hard. Seeing how they were dripping with sweat and moaning in pain from time to time, he looked very worthless.
He swallowed his saliva.
"If you want these, I can provide better ones!"
The sound came from the front.
Cannon turned his head and found that it was the strong man who opened the door talking.
At this time, the strong man's eyes were cold. Although he remained polite, he looked him up and down instinctively, as if looking for any flaw in his body.
Cannon's heart tightened, and just when he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly bulged outwards.
Only then did he realize that the strong black man who had been talking to him was actually naked from top to bottom.
Cannon glanced at the opponent's indescribable position, and then glanced at the direction of the pool table. He couldn't help but tighten his mouth, and his head was covered with black lines.
No wonder this guy had a bad tone and completely wrong attitude. It seemed that he came at the wrong time and disturbed this guy's good work!
However, this also shows that the high table is very intimidating. In this case, just showing a gold coin automatically obtains the identity of the customer and the rights of the guest.
No wonder there are so many killers trying to access this platform one after another. It is so convenient!
"Thank you for your kindness! But I'm not interested! I need a mobile phone!"
Cannon decisively refused and quickly stated his request.
He no longer dared to stay any longer. This place was simply a whirlpool of desire, pulling people toward hell all the time.
If it was just for a vacation, Artillery wouldn't mind hanging out here for a month or two, acting as a temporary villain or something.
It's a pity that now that the task is in front of us, there is no time to take care of these messy things.
The strong black man glanced at the cannon, turned around and walked to the locker on the right without asking any questions.
He casually opened a cabinet door and took out a biscuit box. After opening it, he found a variety of electronic products inside.
There are ancient black and white screens, BB machines that simply receive signals, button phones and the most advanced touch screen phones.
On the surface, there is no difference from regular products.
The strong black man took out the most advanced touch-screen mobile phone: "This one costs two gold coins, and the others are all one, you can choose whatever you want!"
Can Pao grabbed a Nokia black and white screen mobile phone. After turning it on, a strange text message suddenly popped up.
There is nothing in the text message, just a blank bracket.
Cannon wrote his number in the reincarnation space in the brackets and chose to send it.
After a few seconds, the phone vibrated frequently, and five or six text messages arrived in succession.
The artillery looked through it in turn.
[Target: William Coomas]
[Amount: US$150,000]
[Target: Phillips Rogers]
[Amount: 300,000 US dollars]
[Target: Alexander Jones]
[Amount: 400,000 US dollars]
…
[Target: John Wick]
[Amount: Two million US dollars]
[Tip: The project is not publicly implemented, countdown is thirty-seven minutes and twenty-six seconds!]
After seeing the last piece of information, Artillery breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally caught up!
He responded quickly to this message.
After a few seconds, the phone vibrated again. At this time, there was no text, but a simple map was sent.
A small red dot on the map represents the target, and a small triangle has the words National Library written on it.
Cano Pao understood clearly, quickly put away his cell phone, flicked the gold coins to the opponent, turned around and left.
The strong man held it in his hand, played with it a few times, and suddenly shouted: "Do you want another one? I have both long, short, cold, and hot ones!"
"No need!"
Cannon didn't look back, just opened the iron door and walked out.
I know you have it, but can I afford it?
Grandma’s!
The reincarnation space is a trap.
Even if I, as the temporary captain, can know part of the information about the next world one day in advance, it is too dark and deceitful to be unable to withstand the Lord God.
A broken killer gold coin cost me ten reward points.
You must know that ten reward points can be exchanged for ten tons of gold. All of them are crushed into killer gold coins, enough to crush people to death.
Cannon considers himself a smart person and never spends money on meaningless things.
So for the sake of a simple start, he gritted his teeth and bought one, but he couldn't part with the second one no matter what.
Fortunately, this is New York. For people with twisted illusions, isn't getting some firearms as easy as drinking cold water?
"John Wick!"
Cannon stood in the alley, glanced at the pitch-black sky, turned and left.
