Two hundred and ninetieth chapters don't stimulate honest people
William hung up the phone with McCall, complaining in his heart that although the old man McCall had a sense of justice in his heart, in his heart he was just like the so-called King of War Yuriolov, who couldn't let go of what he was best at.
thing.
A sense of accomplishment is really important to a person, as it determines his attitude towards his life and work.
Yuri found that he was good at nothing except buying and selling arms. After retiring for a while for the sake of his wife and children, he couldn't help but return to his old business and sell arms, right?
McCall was disheartened because of the accidental death of his wife, so he faked his death and retired. However, after retirement, he had no love or relatives, and his too ordinary life confused and bored him.
After seeing Alina's miserable condition, the urge to move around that was almost unbearable immediately found an excuse.
Something that has something to do with justice, such as eradicating violence and bringing peace to justice, will allow people like McCall, who are accustomed to walking on the edge of life and death, to find a suitable reason to take action.
I thought that the people I killed were all scum, trash that escaped legal punishment. Since the law couldn't punish me, I would do it myself.
So when he saw John Wick the next night, he smiled and said: "Keep an eye on the downstairs for me. If I am exposed, I need you to help me. I can handle the things upstairs myself."
"No problem", John Wick nodded, took out black-rimmed glasses and a mobile phone with camera function only and handed them to McCall.
"This is what Mr. Devonshire asked you to do. The glasses have a camera function. Mr. Devonshire wants to see how you will handle this matter."
"Haha" McCall smiled. He understood what William meant. The glasses were put on during the skill test before joining the team, and unexpectedly they fit him well. "It seems that you have done a good job, and the size is just right."
"As long as you understand, remember to turn on your phone before using it." After saying that, he straightened his suit, wiped the shiny back of his head, and walked slowly into a polar bear restaurant not far away.
As soon as he entered the restaurant, John Wick glanced around, and finally came to a place where the camera could not capture it and sat down.
Using the authentic polar bear language and service industry, I ordered Kiev fried chicken, caviar, Russian borscht, traditional Russian waffles, chocolate cold cake, and finally a glass of vodka.
Ten minutes later, the ordered dishes were served one after another. As soon as I took a few bites of John Wick, I saw McCall, wearing ordinary clothes and a baseball cap, walking into the front door of the restaurant with his head lowered. Taking advantage of the peak meal period,
The waiter didn't pay attention and walked directly to the second floor.
John Wick, who was eating dinner, and William, who was comfortably lying on the hotel sofa and drinking whiskey, soon learned about McCall's actions from Sunday.
John Wick put on his glasses, and William turned on the TV and asked Sunday to post the video on the TV, watching McCall's performance.
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McCall, who had done his homework beforehand, went upstairs and went directly to the office of Slavi, the head of the stronghold. He knocked on the door, turned the handle, and walked into the office.
As soon as he entered the door, McCall's eyes quickly scanned the entire office. A thug wearing a pair of glittering leather shoes was sitting on the sofa 2 meters to the right of the door.
The three thugs were drinking and chatting at the bar counter of the small indoor bar, while the leader Slavi was sitting on an office chair drinking vodka.
Slavi, who was drinking vodka, saw McCall walk in and asked with a sullen face: "Are you lost? Man."
"How did you get up here?" A long-haired thug asked the leader and immediately stepped forward to block Slavi. "Do you want me to drive him away?"
McCall took out the business card in his pocket. The unique girl on the business card let Slavi know that this was the business card they sent out to solicit customers, and he thought McCall was a customer who came to have fun.
He smiled and waved to the long-haired thug: "No need."
McCall walked to the desk, put his business card on the table and said, "I'm here for a girl named Alina."
Slavi put his right hand holding the wine glass on the table and waved his hand. He curled his lips and mocked: "I'm sorry, I have too many girls. I don't remember the one called Alina. Maybe you can visit her next time."
Take a photo for me,
So that I can know who is so powerful and can charm an old man like you who can't move fast, maybe I will give her more jobs as a reward."
"Haha", four of Rislavi's subordinates in the office burst into laughter.
McCall looked at the long-haired thug and Slavi's face full of indifference, coldness and sarcasm with a dark face, feeling disgusted and irritable for no reason.
But thinking about the hidden dangers of doing something in a public place like a restaurant, he deliberately said: "Maybe I can pay for Alina, cash, how about"
"Haha," Slavi said sarcastically, "You are humiliating me. You know, even if I kill her, I will not buy our polar bear beauty to you Americans."
"And look at the rags you are wearing. I don't think you have that much money to buy Alina. She is underage. There are many perverts like her who are willing to spend a lot of money to buy her.
Overnight, she can become a cash cow, and it will last forever."
Slavi, who stared into McCall's eyes, did not see the anger and fear that ordinary people should have, but instead saw calmness and indifference.
This made him unhappy and at the same time, he became wary. The look he looked at McCall gradually became fierce, and he deliberately used words to irritate McCall and said,
"Even an old man like you wants to buy Alina. It seems that she is really very rich. Hey, I plan to sell her as a virgin to an underground auction house. Do you know how much I can sell it for?"
Underage, sold, these two words made McCall no longer able to bear the thought of killing everyone in front of him.
I even feel that every time these people take a breath, they are polluting the world.
Going to hell is the most suitable ending for these scum. If they had souls, McCall would definitely tear out the souls of these people with his own hands.
However, he was not a newbie. Once he decided to take action, the excitement in his mind made him more sober.
Thinking that he was now standing in the middle of the office, and that the gunman who threatened him the most was five or six meters behind him. At this time, he couldn't kill the gunman immediately.
After thinking about this clearly, McCall restrained his momentum, blinked his eyes, his face showed a look of fear, anger and dare not speak, and his eyes towards Slavi also evaded.
This made Slavi, who had been staring at McCall, very satisfied and relieved in his heart. Slavi, who was confused by McCall's honest face, soon lost interest and continued to act like a submissive poor guy with no cash.
old man,
"Go away, talking to you eggs is a waste of my time and life."
McCall nodded calmly and retreated to the door under the ridicule of the five scumbags. He could no longer hold back the idea of killing them. If he didn't kill the five scumbags here, he would not be able to live comfortably in the future.