This is the advantage of being a superpower in the United States, as long as you have the heart, you can live a colorful daily life, unlike in China across the Pacific Ocean, even if you have superpowers, you may not have the opportunity to use them for a week on the street, let alone make money.

Although $100 is not too much, it can basically maintain Richard's balance of payments, and given that he does not want to attract the attention of the Snake Shield Bureau now, he does not continue to look for some remote corners after completing his daily tasks.

He understands that if he does too hard work near his home, no one will come, so he will have to run a lot of miles to do daily tasks, which is very inconvenient for Richard, who has no transportation, so he decided to stop if he collects enough 100 a day.

After completing the daily task, Richard hummed a song and walked to the bar, anyway, in this world, that is his home, although this home makes him go into debt, and it is still located in Marvel World New York City, the most dangerous place in the universe, but at least the location is good, the area is also good, and it is better to come here than renting a broken house like the boss Spider-Man.

However, there is a cheating system, which will not let him live a good idle life, and when he just walked under the big archway in Chinatown, he heard the cold voice of the system in his head:

"Enter the mission world in ten minutes, please be ready."

Gotta don't say anything, let's run.

Richard spread his legs and ran to the bar, this system will not pick a place to take him into the mission, he will take it away when the time comes, and send it back to the same place when the task is over, the interval between the times is not fixed, in order to prevent the scene of a big change in the public, Richard must find a way to find a secluded place to enter the mission world.

"Countdown to the last 10 seconds, 10, 9, 8...3, 2, 1"

The moment Richard just stepped into the house, the countdown was over, and his whole body disappeared, leaving only the door of the bar slowly pulled back by the spring.

However, just as the door was about to close, a large hand pressed the doorknob and gently pushed it open.

"Excuse me, is there anyone here..."

A man in a suit and leather shoes and sunglasses pushed open the wooden door, stopped in the middle of speaking, and without taking off his sunglasses, he stood in the doorway and looked around, with a surprised expression on his face.

"What about people? I remember he just walked in. Another superpower? And what is his ability? ”

The man in sunglasses listened for a while, helplessly helped Richard close the door, and by the way, he turned the sign on the door to the closed state, and then walked out of the alley, and, while walking, he also gently tapped the ground with the blind cane in his hand, he turned out to be a blind man.

Richard can't take care of the matter of outsiders in his own house for the time being, because he is now sitting by the fountain in a square, holding a cup of fat house happy water in his hand, and is watching a big show of a strongman locking a man.

Well, there are only two actors in the play, a fat Asian man who looks like a sumo wrestler is hugging a tall, thin white man with long black hair and stubble, and both of them are struggling, and I don't know if the fat man is locking the thin man, or the thin man is locking the fat man.

The simple American imperialist people gathered around, curiously took out their mobile phones and took pictures of two artists who were both virtuous and artistic, not caring at all that two pistols were dropped on the ground.

And Richard didn't care too much, because now a string of words appeared in front of his eyes.

"Mission Starts: Kill at least 3 High Table Chairmen. Your identity: A hitman who just got your membership. ”

Okay, John Wick's world, or the world of fast pursuit, the High Table Organization, a powerful organization in this world that determines all the rules in the underground world, the key question is, now there seem to be two identified High Table members in the three movies, you let me kill three?

Richard silently sucked up the happy water in the cup, stood up and tidied up the suit on his body, took two steps forward, picked up a pistol on the ground, and came to the two men.

"Fuck off! He's mine! The fat man pressed the thin man under him, and said viciously to Richard while panting.

The thin man below didn't speak, just bit his lip silently, as if resigned to his fate.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out, and the fat man shivered as if his body had been hollowed out, and slowly fell on the thin man's body.

Kicking the fat man's body away, Richard stretched out a big hand of pity at the thin man.

"Good evening, John. Mr. Wick, it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

Hearing his name, John glanced at Richard in surprise and took his hand and stood up.

"Do you know me, do I know you?"

"No, the first time you met me, I'm from across the Pacific. It's an amateur killer. ”

......

John is a little flustered, he is very familiar with professional killers, because he himself is, what does that mean amateur killer?

"I don't think it's a good place to chat, I suggest we go to a place with few people and talk again, I don't have any acting experience, and I'll be a little shy in front of the camera."

“... Oh, okay. ”

Looking at the surrounding American imperialist people, who were only about three or five meters away and continued to turn back to the video, John picked up the pistol on the ground and walked with Richard to the shopping mall next to him.

"So, who the hell are you?" John looked around vigilantly, and asked Richard in a low voice, he was not worried about Richard's position, if he wanted his life, it was enough to lower the muzzle of the gun just now, and there was no need to be so troublesome.

"As I said, I'm from across the Pacific and I'm a killer."

"Amateur killers? It's the first time I've heard this term. ”

"Well, let's put it this way. A killer like you who belongs to a high table, you have a unified uniform, office supplies, and even corporate culture and practice norms, you can call it a professional killer, and like me, those who can only be self-employed without the assistance of these things are called amateur killers. ”

John glanced at Richard a few more times, knew him, and knew the high table, it seems that this person is also a person in the dark world, and he is ruthless, and he is still so young, he must be a killer cultivated by some organization since childhood.

"What do you have to do with the Continental Hotel in Hong Kong?"

"There is nothing between us other than that I have a long-term presidential suite there, and they will never admit to knowing me."

...... John was silent, he read a lot of information from this sentence, very dangerous information, the mainland hotel in Hong Kong was the last establishment of the organization, there has been no outstanding killers, the industry has always thought that they are a little indiscriminate, but now it seems that they are plotting a revolution at all, and the appearance of this kid in front of them may be a signal for them to do it.

"And what was your purpose in saving me?"

"Don't you think 12 seats at a high table is a bit too much, maybe 9 sounds better. In our Chinese language, this is called longevity. ”