Thinking of the person who signed the bill with him ten years ago, Michael trembled and kept shaking his head: "Don't force me, I don't know, I don't know anything!" ”

The woman in red winked.

One of his men immediately threw a punch at Michael.

Woman in Red: "I'll let you say it." ”

Michael shook his heart, suddenly yelled, hugged the subordinate who was abusive to him, grabbed the gun and aimed it at himself, and pulled the trigger......

Bang bang bang!

Michael collapsed with a look of relief on his face.

"I'm sorry, I ...... I didn't expect him to kill himself. The subordinate hurriedly confessed.

The woman in red waved her hand and sighed, what kind of existence can make Michael cover it up at the cost of his life.

She stepped aside, pulled out her pocket watch into the setting sun, and flicked the lid open.

Inside the pocket watch is a family photo.

She kissed the family portrait, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on her face, with a unique aristocratic atmosphere, which looked particularly sacred.

"Family, I have done most of what you asked me to do, the executioner Damocles Company is about to be bought by me, and the villain called 'Black Caesar' will soon go to hell to atone for your sins, and I have no ability to let him live for ten more years...... Now only the mastermind behind the scenes is left, don't worry, I will definitely find out. ”

The woman in red held her pocket watch tightly.

The blood debt must be paid with blood.

……

Old beauty.

Los Angeles, private practice.

Miles: "Old man, I need to tell you that although I used to be an authority on heart and brain surgery, heart transplant surgery is still very risky, and I need to confirm again, are you really going to have this surgery?" ”

"Of course," John lay on the operating table, "Miles, I'm sure you can, you're my God, come on, take courage!" ”

With the [Demon Derivation] trait, John will not die at all, and the efficiency of that man-made gadget is getting lower and lower, maybe it will stop in the next second, and he must replace his original heart.

“OK。” Miles exhaled and glanced at Pan Lao on the operating table next to him, the old immortal was airlifted back by John at a sky-high price of two gold coins to the customer service department of the Intercontinental Hotel, and he had been subjected to general anesthesia.

The copycat version of the man-made thing was returned to him, and as for how long he could live if he was old and immortal in a copycat, it was not something John wanted to consider.

It's a hundred years old and should have died a long time ago, right? I still insist on cutting my heart and going to the old cow to gnaw the tender grass, I am really not ashamed! Disrespectful for the old.

Miles: "Erin, help John with the injection." ”

The black female assistant removes a needle from the cart and inserts it into the skin.

John had a convulsion, so he didn't call out, otherwise it would be too embarrassing, the dignified "Black Caesar" was pricked by needles and cried, who did he believe it?

Before he crossed, he was afraid of injections, and he could take medicine to carry it, and he would never be stabbed.

Even if the physique is supernatural now, the nature cannot be changed.

Miles: "Don't worry, old man, get some sleep, and when you wake up, everything will be fine." ”

John nodded.

But I waited for a long time and didn't feel sleepy.

John: "Miles, your anesthetic fakes?" ”

"What?" Miles shook his head, "No way, I'm genuine, original, and the dose is enough to make an adult sleep for more than three hours." ”

John: "Then why don't I feel it?" ”

Miles slapped his head, "I see." Your physique is different from ordinary people, and all indicators are much exceeded, you must have been exposed to something and mutated......"

Variation? Perhaps...... I have eaten the glands of the one-eyed freak, and I have obtained the [Demon-derived] trait, and my body is no longer human.

Miles: "Erin, keep increasing the dose, tenfold...... No, twenty times more! ”

Erin: "Miles, you're really not kidding?" That would put the old man to sleep forever. ”

Miles: "Not kidding, of course. Our John is strong. Give him a needle. ”

The needle is pierced into the skin.

John convulses again!

Pierce again!

Convulsions again.

I had five convulsions in a row, and I was about to collapse.

Eventually, John's eyelids began to fight and became heavy......

……

Washington dc.

Damocles corporate headquarters.

The woman in red sat at the conference table and said to a bespectacled white fat house in front of her: "Brunt, your Apocalypse Fund under the Damocles Company has a huge debt of 29 million US dollars, and if it cannot be paid off by the end of the month, your entire company will be merged into our family business." ”

The white fat house is the current president of the Damocles company, the number one Brunt, and a large number of employees, including John Wick, who is officially retiring.

Brut wields a sword in his hand, which is the treasure of the company's town, the sword of Damocles.

Phew!

The sword was inserted deep into the conference table.

Brutt: "I'm sorry, Ms. Antonio, but the $29 million we owe in our corporate fund is not debt, it's income. ”

The woman in red made a listening face.

Brutt: "More than 90 percent of the $29 million dollars are in our employees' retirement funds, and there is a very clear clause in our employee contracts that all the benefits after the death of an employee due to the performance of duties or other forms of accident go to the company. ”

Woman in Red: "What do you mean ......?"

Brute: "The company will try to get rid of the employees who are about to retire, and then the pension will naturally go to the company. Vivian, report to Ms. Antonio about our retiring employees. ”

Vivien, a woman in her thirties, was the general manager of Damocles, the second-in-command, her lips were as red as blood, and her hair was dyed with light purple curls.

She took a file and immediately read it out: "John Wick reached retirement age three days ago, and the retirement amount is eight million two hundred and twenty-seven thousand five hundred and twenty-three dollars." Marcus Anderson reached retirement age three days later with a retirement amount of $6,779,88.68. Mill Fergus ......"

Brut smiled, "Ms. Antonio, John and Marcus alone have nearly fifteen million dollars in income, especially John Wick ......"

"John Wick? Hehe......" The woman in red sneered, "If you want to deal with him, please do it as soon as possible, before the end of the month." Also, Brute, I want you to understand the fact that we of the Antonio family have a crush on something, and there is no escape. You might as well think about your future, and if you do it well, I can guarantee that you can still sit in this position and do your own thing, no matter what the outcome is. ”

The woman in red leaves.

"Fake! Damn Becky! Fat House Blut sliced the conference table in two with a single sword, "Vivien, I've got you in on John Wick, get in touch with him as soon as possible." ”

Vivien: "Brunt, I don't think it's a good idea, you'd better give him the money." 'Black Caesar' is a legend, and the last time the team was sent to the ice field......"

Brunt: "Not a good idea? So what can you do to help the company save more than $8.2 million? If not, shut your foul mouth for me, it stinks like that Becky Pie named Antonio! Do what I want, send that old fellow to his death!" ”

Vivien sighed and could only obey.