Vigo sat alone in his room, hesitated for a long time before taking off the landline's receiver and dialing John Wick.

……

John had just dug a pit and buried the dead dog when he got home and the phone rang.

"John."

A familiar voice came from the phone.

According to the memories of his predecessor, John quickly identified who the owner of this voice was, it was Vigo, a big man who had a relationship with him.

John: "What's the matter?" ”

Vigo was silent for a moment, "Why don't you let him go?" ”

"Who?" John was a little strange and didn't quite understand what Vigo meant.

Vigo's voice trembled a little, obviously suppressing the anger in his heart, "My son, Isseph, why did you kill him?" ”

John suddenly understood, it turned out that one of the two car thieves killed last night was Vigo's own son, and his father had come to Xingshi to ask for guilt.

But so what? That kid is innocent, not only came to my house to steal the car, but also killed my dog, and wanted to shoot me, if not kill him, who else will he kill?

But John didn't have the heart to explain these things to Vigo, a gang boss who made me unhappy, and killed him in minutes, although he had done things for him.

But killing also requires a reason, right?

John: "He killed my dog. ”

Vigo roared loudly: "A dog? Just for the sake of a damn dog, I killed my son! You ......"

John didn't bother to listen to him, "I'm sorry. But I'm retired, don't come and send me experience. ”

With a snap, he hung up the phone. He also wanted to keep a low profile, but his strength didn't allow it.

Vigo flipped the table up, and things crackled and scattered all over the place, though he didn't understand what it meant to "give experience".

Hearing the noise, the assistant hurriedly pushed the door and walked in.

“sir？”

The assistant looked at Vigo with some unease.

Vigo: "How many men do you have?" ”

Assistant: "How many people?" ”

Vigo was silent for a moment, "All." ”

……

John found a sledgehammer, went to the basement from memory, and crackled through the cement sealed on the ground.

The cement block was peeled open, revealing a large rectangular box underneath.

Upon prying open the case, there were four pistols of various models, including silencers of four calibers, a pocket knife, and a stack of more than 200 gold coins.

These coins were paid by the predecessor for completing the Killer quest, and it was held to get help from companies in major cities.

John hid the coins and began to equip his weapons.

In his memory, Vigo has always been the kind of person who will repay his son, and when his son dies, it is impossible to give up.

As the saying goes, you can't have the heart to harm others, but you can't have the heart to prevent people.

John's [Light Firepower Weapon] specialization is expert, and he is proficient in loading bullets, disassembling magazines, and inspecting structures.

At this moment, the sound of the engine of a rare car came from outside the door.

John lifted the curtain and looked, there were two cars parked at the front and rear doors, and about a dozen gunmen got out of it and quietly touched the house.

John shook his head.

Vigo, the old guy, really sent someone, and sending a dozen people at a time should be considered the limit.

The old guy plans to break the kettle, strike first, and get me done at once.

Unfortunately, his wishful thinking was wrong, and I, John Wick, am not a man who can win by numbers alone.

A gunman had just climbed up the window down the pipe when he sneaked in half of his head.

Beep!

The silencer emitted a muffled gunshot sound.

This guy didn't say a word before he was hit in the head and fell.

Although the gunfire was not very loud, the space in the home was limited, and it was very easy to tell the direction when the gun was fired.

The two gunmen who broke in downstairs immediately returned fire, crackling and shattering the decoration of the home.

One of the gunmen took advantage of the cover of his accomplices to quickly approach John.

I have to admit that these people sent by Vigo are indeed first-class good players.

But......

John raised his hand and shot the guy in the calf, and the guy suddenly lost his balance and fell forward.

Beep!

John made his head bloom with a single shot.

At the same time, a figure flashed on the balcony, and two gunmen appeared.

The two guys had just broken into the upstairs living room, and they were greeted by a round of bullet rain with a bang.

John walked briskly over, and one of them shot him in the head, killing the two guys who were still struggling for their lives.

In my memory, this is what the original owner of the body did, fighting the snake without dying, and leaving it to himself.

At this time, another gunman climbed up the stairs.

Beep!

John fired two shots in succession.

The guy had a bloody flower on his chest and head, crackling and rolling down the stairs.

John unloaded his magazine.

A figure suddenly appeared behind him, raising his gun and shooting.

John's body was short, and with a bang, the TV hanging on the wall was smashed.

John leaned his back against the man's body and threw it over his shoulder, knocking the guy to the ground, beep, and burst his head.

Three more gunmen came from the bathroom.

John immediately tore the corpse up from the ground and held it in front of him.

Bang bang!

The two sides fired at each other.

The corpse that was used as a meat shield continued to bleed up, absorbing tons of damage, but the three enemy who were not covered by the meat shield suffered from blood mold, and all of them were shot to the ground.

Throwing away the tattered shield, John walked over and refilled his gun as usual.

Even if you want to pretend to be dead and escape, it becomes pointless.

John rolled over the guardrail and jumped from the stairs.

Beep!

The muzzle of the gun flashed two flashes of fire.

The two guys who hid at the staircase and probed their brains above just had time to curse "Fake", and they were hit on the head by two peanuts and saw the great god.

Bang bang!

Several gunmen, crouched outside the window, immediately fired at John.

John jumped onto the table, and the bottles and cutlery on the table were all torn apart by the rain of bullets.

John rushed into the kitchen in a few steps, grabbed a pan and carried it in his hand.

As soon as a gunman poked into the kitchen, he staggered out of the kitchen with a bang.

The two who followed hurriedly opened fire, but they all shot at the unlucky guy.

accidentally injured an accomplice, and the two panicked for no reason.

Beep!

Two shots were fired from the kitchen, knocking the two guys down sharply.

The two guys were just about to struggle, and John came out and gave them a shot.

As soon as their heads hurt, they completely lost consciousness.

Suddenly, a figure flashed, and a gunman hid behind a pillar.

A few seconds later, he suddenly leaned out and shot in a barrage.

But John was already lying on the ground, shooting from the bottom up.

The guy missed several shots, and he was hit in the chest by John and fell, beep, and another shot made up for the head.

John stood up and made a rough estimate, and it seemed that there were no more, no less, just fifteen people, and many of them were wiped out.

Looking at the sparkle on each corpse, John touched his chin, where did I start touching the corpse?