A special guest came to the general manager's office, retired killer John Wick, and Winston was welcoming him warmly.
"John, my old friend, I'm very surprised. I didn't expect you to come out again."
"No, I don't plan to stay in my old profession, I just...help you once, that's all."
John Wick responded with a wry smile. He didn't want to come, but after receiving a call from Winston, the choice was no longer in his hands.
He knew very well that refusing would have no effect. Instead of waiting for Winston to do evil in secret, he might as well take the initiative and at least save his home from being bombed.
"John, don't look so grim. The situation now is different from before. I don't need you to do anything. Just stay with me and show your face." Winston said with a smile.
"What's the meaning?"
"John, the underground world is changing. A new era is about to begin. No one dares to continue to dictate in New York."
Winston smiled slightly, seeing John Wick's confused look, and explained: "I almost forgot that you don't know anything. I can't blame you. After all, you have been away for too long and you have no access to a lot of information."
While talking, he took out several documents and placed them on his desk one by one. John Wick took them and read them.
New York, Los Angeles, Mexico City, Brasilia, Dalbeida...
Seeing the bloody figures made John Wick feel dry. He picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip, still feeling frightened.
His scalp was numb and he asked: "Winston, what happened? The governments of these countries launched a joint operation against the high table?"
"No, the cause of the incident was an accident, a wrong order from New York..."
Winston's smile remained unchanged as he told what happened.
There is a reason why he is happy.
The Continental Hotel in New York was the first to be purged by Russell, but compared to other Continental hotels, it suffered the least losses.
Compared to other miserable Continental hotels, this loss in New York cannot be called a loss. It can even be said to be a blessing in disguise.
Everyone was in misfortune, and Winston, as the least affected person, did not lose money but made money despite the misfortune.
Winston is cunning and cunning, and he clearly realizes that as long as Russell is still in New York, the aloof High Table Conference will not dare to do anything to him. He will always be the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York and become the real king here.
To say this is a bit like a fox pretending to be a tiger, a dog relying on the power of others, but Winston was not ashamed but proud, because many Continental hotel managers wanted to be dogs, but they couldn't find their home.
Although his dog hasn't entered the house yet, it doesn't matter. Anyway, in the eyes of the high table meeting, he has already got long legs.
After listening to Winston tell the whole story, John Wick's eyelids jumped and he felt that the documents in his hand were extremely hot: "One person has subverted the structure of the underground world and forced the High Table to surrender unconditionally. This is incredible, and
…Is he really human?”
"Who knows?"
Winston flashed the Bible in his hand and said with a smile: "The High Table's global power has suffered heavy losses, and its deterrence has dropped to an unprecedented low. If they want to stabilize the situation and continue to be king, they must delegate power.
To more people.”
"John, a new round of reshuffle is about to begin. Now it's time to divide the cake. Do you want to build a dynasty with me?"
"Are you sure?"
John Wick looked at Winston in surprise, and then said, "With all due respect, I didn't know you had such ambitions."
"Just kidding, I'm not interested in building a dynasty. I'm just eager to try after seeing the collapse of the old dynasty." Winston smiled and waved his hand. He was not greedy. New York was enough.
"Winston, if you are looking for me to kill this monster, then you'd better hire someone else."
John Wick looked strange: "It's not that I'm giving in, but that I really don't want to die."
"Don't worry, I have never had this thought... Well, maybe I did at first, but now, I hope Officer Russell lives well more than anyone else."
While Winston was talking, his deputy Caron opened the door and walked in. After apologizing, he put the latest documents on the desk.
"Here we go again, let me see where we got hit this time."
Winston put on his reading glasses, his face changed slightly, he handed the document to John Wick, and sighed: "John, an old friend of yours has passed away. My condolences."
According to the latest information from Rome, the Dantonio crime family was wiped out in the castle of the territory, and two direct members of the family were confirmed dead.
The death of family patriarch Gianna D'Antonio, one of the twelve managers of the High Table, brings the number of remaining senior executives to 6/12.
The once-powerful High Table organization had half of its leaders killed and turned from glory to decline, just because it blew up the investiture ceremony of a New York police officer.
It's so deceptive, the remaining six senior executives probably want to die.
"Jaina, she was also killed..."
John Wick recalled the past and closed his eyes to hold back his sorrow. This day would happen sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so suddenly.
Ding bell bell~~~
The cell phone rang. It was a call from Moscow. Winston looked at it and ignored it.
The Continental Hotel over there has closed down, the manager is missing, and the local gang's high-table manager is terrified. After Gianna's death, it will be his turn next, but he really doesn't want to die.
"Winston, aren't you answering your cell phone?"
"No need to pay attention to it, it's just a dying person."
Winston flashed the phone and spoke with unbearable pride: "Mr. Leonid from Moscow is the guy who likes to interrupt others rudely. Now he calls me dozens of times a day, and I can't help but
Too lazy to pay attention to him."
"Well, if I remember correctly, Mr. Leonid is one of the twelve managers. Is this really good?" John Wick struggled.
"What does it matter? I should see the photo of his headshot tomorrow."
Winston shrugged contentedly, enjoying the feeling now: "I can't help him, and I can't contact Officer Russell. His fate is only death. Maybe he can organize thousands of people to be buried with him, or he can order a big Ivan
End your life early."
While talking, Winston became interested and answered the phone, speaking a lot of Russian.
The general idea was that he had tried many times but could not get in touch with Russell or stop Russell from continuing to kill. He advised Leonid to be more open and do something meaningful in the last few hours of his life, such as vodka.
Getting drunk is a good choice!
John Wick's face is filled with dark lines. He is a Belarusian and can understand Russian. I feel that Winston is a little naughty now, and he has let himself go.
"Come, John, I invite you to dinner to celebrate the further fall of the old dynasty."
"Uh, okay!"
Bang!
Just as the two stood up, the office door was violently kicked open. Deputy Caron quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist. After seeing the intruder, he stuffed the gun back into his waistband.
【bite】
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"Officer Russell, are you back?"
Winston was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly put on a humble smile, and quickly reached out his hand.
Russell had no intention of shaking hands, and Winston was not embarrassed. He stretched out his hand to lead him to the high-end sofa: "You have worked hard these days, please sit down."
Russell said nothing and looked at John Wick suspiciously. He was not Constantine or Neo. He judged that he was related to the "High Table and Legs" organization and was the protagonist in the plot.
He tried to think about the direction of the plot that he had not interfered with, thinking that he might have disturbed John Wick because he was pretending to be cool, and he was embarrassed.
John Wick was too embarrassed to stand or sit when Russell saw him. He stretched out his hand in embarrassment and said: "Hello, Mr. Police Officer, I am John Wick."
Russell stretched out his hand to hold it and shook it: "Don't say you are a killer, otherwise I will arrest you."
"Uh, no."
John Wick shook his head. He was not lying. The killer was in the past. Now he is a widower who lost his wife and a homebody who lives with his dog.
"Officer Russell, it's a rare occasion for us to come over, why don't we have dinner together?"
Winston suggested with a smile that he was going to take a picture of himself and Russell having a meal together, and he would show the picture to anyone who dared to yell at him in the future.
"No interest, I'll pick up my car." Russell said weakly.
The trip to the Roman Cathedral deeply disappointed him. He pretended to be an angel who was living abroad. The wanderer was eager to return home and asked believers to help open the door to heaven. As a result...
It’s hard to describe in one word!
Anyway, when he left, there was a lot of wailing in the church, and a dozen old men with white beards howled and cried, and the scene was miserable.
Winston had a sudden thought and asked tentatively: "Officer Russell, I would like to ask, what do you mean by coming to pick up the car? You don't intend to continue... so what?"
"No, I'm tired of it."
Russell glanced at Winston: "Why, are you disappointed?"
"No, this is your decision, and I personally support it. By the way, the High Table Conference surrendered to you unconditionally four days ago, but it has been unable to contact you."
"Yeah?"
Russell took out his mobile phone from his pocket and saw thousands of missed calls. Ninety-nine percent of them were unknown numbers, coming from all over the world.
"Tsk, there are too many advertisements for unfamiliar numbers, especially numbers with international long distance notes. I never answer them."
"You're absolutely right!"
"I'm not very interested in whether the 'high leg' surrendered. I just want to know whether I have been reinstated and my investiture ceremony."
"Don't worry, the high table, no, the high-leg meeting has been arranged for you."
Winston replied with a smile. Not only the awarding ceremony, but also the previous bad remarks had been wiped out. The power of capital was bombarding him. Rainbow farts against Russell could be seen everywhere on the Internet. I guess he himself would be a little embarrassed when he saw it.
.
Of course, you may also accept it calmly.
"Then I have no problem."
Russell nodded and looked at Winston with disgust: "To be honest, the name of the 'Leg Raising' organization is terrible. I will definitely not join such a weird organization."
Winston nodded heavily and agreed: "Yes, I think so too. It's simply vulgar."
"..."
John Wick: Winston, is this still you?
"Stop talking nonsense and give me my car keys. I gave them to the doorman when I entered the door. Don't tell me that you will blow me up."
"How is it possible? If anyone dares to touch your car, I will twist his head off."
Winston widened his eyes and made an indignant cry, then smiled and said, "But there is a small situation. The doorman doesn't know which is your car key. How about you take a look for yourself?"
While talking, Winston took out an expensive jewelry box from the bookcase. After opening it, there were two rows of eight luxury car keys in total.