By the time the cannon raised its head, John Wick had disappeared without a trace.
"tui!"
The cannon spat angrily and turned away decisively. A corner of the cannon barrel on the ground suddenly turned into dust and dispersed in the wind at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The space shook slightly, and Gao Ning and Lan Weiwei appeared on the rooftop in an instant.
"This guy really has some thoughts!"
"He...he actually used a cannon!" Lan Weiwei's eyes widened.
In fact, she was even more surprised by Gao Ning's spatial movement. She had never heard of this ability except in movies and novels.
The guy in front of me is obviously a newcomer, and I am also a newcomer. How come the gap is so big?
Fortunately, surprise is a surprise. After this period of contact, Lan Weiwei has figured out some of Gao Ning's character. She knows that if she acts too surprised and asks questions uncontrollably, there is a high probability that she will arouse the other party's resentment.
In this situation, it is a fatal matter.
Lan Weiwei didn't want to cause any misunderstanding, even if it was just possible.
At this time, the rain in the sky gradually stopped, and the air became crisper and the temperature was very comfortable.
Gao Ning threw the umbrella aside, and under Lan Weiwei's dumbfounded gaze, it rolled twice and turned into an inconspicuous little stone.
"It seems that everyone has the same idea, if that's the case!"
Gao Ning touched his chin and suddenly thought of a good idea: "Weiwei, we have to go to the Continental Hotel first!"
"Ah? Isn't the task completed?"
"You still have to do it, but don't rush it! Didn't you see it just now? As the protagonist, John Wick couldn't even be killed by a cannon. He was shot in the body, and he didn't know how long the battle lasted. He ran away faster than anyone else.
Donkeys are fast, agile, and decisive in killing.
Instead of worrying about being killed on the way, we don’t worry about him running out of New York early, so we don’t have much time! Do you understand?”
"But..." Lan Weiwei had just said two words when she suddenly saw the half-smiling expression on Gao Ning's face and decisively stopped, "I understand, let's find the address of the Continental Hotel!"
"No need to bother! We can just go directly!"
Gao Ning's figure flashed and appeared next to Lan Weiwei. He gently put his right hand on her waist. The space shook and the two people disappeared again.
…
At the Continental Hotel in New York, Charon, the lobby manager, sat in the sofa area for a rare occasion. The handmade suit he had worn for a day was still as stiff as new. He leaned gently on the leather sofa cushion with his back, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, while stroking a hand on his right hand.
Dog, while flipping through a book.
His work is very busy, and he is basically busy every day except for the necessary rest time.
As the lobby manager, his professionalism is trustworthy. Every killer he has served can find no fault in this aspect.
Charon is also proud of this. Tonight is a rare free period. The killers in the entire city have fallen into a carnival. They will not come back until it comes to an end.
Read books when you have free time. There is never too much knowledge.
Charon took a sip of red wine, rubbed his dog's head twice, and was about to turn the book to the next page when his agemate at the front desk suddenly heard a crisp sound.
Charon was slightly startled, raised his head and turned around.
But I saw a man and a woman in front of the bar.
The man is of medium build, wearing a high-end handmade suit that looks very good when stretched out. His waist is straight, and it can be seen from his body movements that he is very relaxed.
The woman seemed to be just the opposite. Although her clothes were decent, she was a little inappropriate. She held her hands tightly together. Although she tried to appear calm, she could still see the tension deep in his heart.
By the way, her clothes seemed to be soaked, but the man next to her...
Charon quickly stood up, fastened the buttons on his abdomen with quick movements, pulled the hem of his suit, and after removing all the wrinkles, he strode over.
"Good evening, Mr. Gao Ning! Good evening, Miss Lan Weiwei!"
"Good evening, Charon!"
Gao Ning nodded lightly, not surprised at all that Charon, the great butler, knew their names.
"How can I help you?"
Charon looked at Gao Ning calmly, his expression extremely natural.
"Is the sommelier still there? I need to add some special weapons!"
"certainly!"
Charon nodded lightly and stepped forward to lead the way: "Due to what happened tonight, the hotel's business has rarely slowed down. The sommelier should be resting, but it doesn't matter, please come with me!"
Charon was in front and Gao Ning was behind them. They left to inquire and turned to the right into a red wine cellar half embedded in the basement.
This wine cellar obviously cost a lot of money. There are a large number of red wines from different wineries and different years stored in the rows of grids. Under the light, it gives people the illusion of entering a treasure house.
However, the three of them did not stop here, but turned a corner and continued downward.
Soon, after pushing open another wooden door, we finally arrived at our destination.
"Laura!"
"Charon!"
In the room, a white woman with burgundy hair, purple lipstick and eyeshadow, and a bright red suspender dress stood gracefully behind the bar, nodded lightly and said hello, then set her sights on Gao Ninghe.
On Lan Weiwei.
"Mr. Gao Ning, Miss Lan Weiwei, they seem to have some special needs!"
"No problem, leave it to me!"
Laura smiled faintly and nodded gently.
Charon turned around, gave Gao Ning a slight signal, closed the door, and turned to leave.
"Boy, what do you want?"
Laura didn't waste any time, and moved her palm upwards and backwards. The interior decoration of the ordinary cabinet at the back suddenly flipped 180 degrees, revealing the real goods inside.
There are rows and rows of firearms, big and small, long and short, thick and thin, everything you want.
The ten-meter-long U-shaped display cabinet contains almost all mainstream gun models.
Lan Weiwei was stunned. Gao Ning glanced at it and said, "If I remember correctly, the last time I came here, the sommelier was a man!"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Bob went to Paris and will come back in about a week. If Mr. Charon appoints him to serve, I think Mr. Charon can solve it!"
Laura explained with a calm expression, seemingly not caring at all.
"That's not necessary!"
Gao Ning was not interested in getting too entangled in this kind of thing. He was just a little surprised that the sommelier suddenly turned into a woman, so he asked more questions.
He raised his finger and pointed at Lan Weiwei: "She needs a few small daggers with unique shapes and unique marks. It is best that a discerning person will know that they represent her as soon as they see them. Are there any?"
"Cold weapon? Of course!"
Although Laura was a little surprised, she still clapped her hands. The grids on the three display cabinets suddenly rotated ninety degrees at once, and the firearms were hidden, revealing rows of cold weapons of various shapes.
From machetes over one meter long, to poisonous needle rings two centimeters long, from fist-sized bolas to steel needles one foot long and only two or three centimeters thick, all imaginable murder weapons are here.
All.
Even Gao Ning was inevitably shocked for a moment.
Lan Weiwei's face turned slightly pale.
This is actually not her fault, it is just that the shape and design of these cold weapons are too controversial. People with a discerning eye will inevitably make associations when they see them.
If you're watching a movie through a screen, that's it. If you think about it, forget about it. At most, you'll be surprised.
But when you are immersed in the scene and within reach, this kind of imagination becomes even more frightening.
Gao Ning walked aside, took off a mountain fire axe, weighed it in the palm of his hand, and then casually chopped the air a few times, making a whining sound.
"Which one do you like? Decide quickly, we still have things to do!"
Lan Weiwei felt cramps in her calves and couldn't say a word.
Laura obviously noticed something strange about her and took the initiative to speak: "Miss Lan, can I see your hands?"
"Hmm... um!" Lan Weiwei hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Laura's smile remained unchanged, and after nodding her thanks, she slowly stepped forward, took Lan Weiwei's left hand, looked at it carefully, and fumbled with it, then looked at her with a strange expression, and picked up her right hand again.
Do it the same way.
"I would like to ask, how much does Miss Lan weigh?"
"Forty-seven kilograms!"
"What about height?"
"One hundred and seventy-one centimeters!"
Laura let go of her hand and shook her head slightly.
"Miss Lan, with all due respect, you are not suitable for using any cold weapons. Your physique is too weak. To put it bluntly, you are not suitable for this profession.
Not to mention using cold weapons or short weapons, even if you use a pistol, you will not be able to bear the recoil caused by continuous shooting!
Of course, maybe you have your difficulties and your reasons for having to do this, but as a professional sommelier, I have the obligation to remind you that you are not suitable to use any firearms or weapons!"
Laura's rude words made Lan Weiwei a little overwhelmed and looked at Gao Ning for help.
Gao Ning, on the other hand, didn't even raise his eyelids and was still playing with various weapons with great interest.
At this time, he was holding a standard samurai sword in his hand, with his hands clasped up and down, holding the sword hilt, and slashing up and down at will.
"No need to look at me! Take whichever you like, don't forget our purpose, time is running out!"
Laura looked on with cold eyes, always feeling that something was wrong with this guy.
Lan Weiwei hesitated for a moment and said: "Thank you for your professional advice, but I still want a few small ice blades, such as handleless daggers or tactical daggers. It is best to have a strange shape. If I can be engraved with it,
Exclusive symbol, even better!”
"This is simple! I have a ready-made laser here. Don't be polite. It's a shallow mark. It won't take thirty seconds. It's just a dagger with a strange shape..."
Laura thought for a moment, turned around, took out a rectangular box from the corner of the cabinet, and placed it gently on the bar.
She pulled out the wooden board above it horizontally, revealing the silk stuffing inside.
She pushed the above items aside, and a row of five handleless daggers shaped like gourds but with two edges appeared in front of her.
"This set of tactical daggers was customized by a former killer who specialized in using daggers. It cost six gold coins at that time. Unfortunately, the guy was a little distracted and the things were not ready yet. Don't get the lunch box inexplicably, so...
You have stayed here with me, do you think it’s okay?”
Laura turned the box and pushed it in front of Lan Weiwei.
Lan Weiwei also carefully took out one. Under the light, he saw the sharp gourd-shaped blades on both sides and the surface was as smooth as a mirror. His eyes suddenly widened.
"This...this..."
"Let's do this!"
Gao Ning interrupted, raised his hand and threw out a small black velvet bag.
Laura stretched out her hand to catch it, and the insides were closed tightly and collided with each other, making a crashing sound.
With just a gentle squeeze of the five fingers, a smile appeared on Laura's face.
"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Gao!"
"Don't be too busy thanking me. In addition to those tactical daggers, I also want this knife!"
Gao Ning made a trick and sheathed the sword as fast as lightning.
There was only a soft swishing sound in my ears, a white light flashed past, and with a clang, the blade was retracted.
The smile on Laura's face disappeared instantly, and she nodded expressionlessly.
"Okay, Mr. Gao, that famous sword named Kikumura is yours too! May I ask if you two need anything else? If not, my place will be closed soon, so please leave as soon as possible!
"
Yo yo yo, my temper is coming back!
It seems that he really didn't make much money, otherwise he wouldn't be so angry.
Woman, woman, you can’t control your temper after all!
Gao Ning felt funny in his heart, but didn't say anything.
"Okay, let's evacuate as soon as we get the things. Talk about time. John Wick will almost be taken care of by the Russians. We have to hurry up!"
"Oh oh oh!"
Lan Weiwei agreed repeatedly, picked up the wooden box on the counter, and followed Gao Ning out.
Laura stood there, watching the wooden door close, with a thoughtful expression. After a moment, she suddenly sneered, shook her head, turned around and returned to the room.
Although some information was leaked in the conversation between the two, it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false.
Moreover, I am just a sommelier, a supply chain, a service staff, not a killer. There is no need to rush into this big drama just for a little bit of information that I don't know whether it is true or false.
Judging from the excitement tonight, there are many people who are eager for the fourteen million...oh, no, the fifteen million US dollars.
These guys are already crazy for money, why should I go into this muddy water?
After figuring this out, the sommelier put Gao Ning and Lan Weiwei's weirdness behind them.
As a killer, it’s normal to have some quirks, but it’s weird if you don’t have them!
At the same time, John Wick had once again escaped from several waves of crazy killers, and finally found an opportunity and stumbled to the door of the Opera House.
In the ticket hall at the entrance, a fat middle-aged woman is knitting a sweater leisurely while watching a small TV. From time to time she takes a sip of hot cocoa and eats some popcorn. The small space isolates the cold air outside and provides warmth.
And comfortable.
John Wick lay exhausted against the window, holding a sterling silver cross on his bracelet.
The obese middle-aged woman's expression changed slightly and she picked up the intercom phone.
