It's a pity that the pace of this world is too fast, and he didn't have time to confirm it at all, because the big black man had already walked down the stairs across the tracks from the platform.

Bang! Bang!

Richard raised his gun and fired, one shot flew somewhere, and the other hit a light box two meters away from the black man.

Seeing that Richard's marksmanship was so outrageous, John hurriedly pulled out his gun to help, but at this moment, the subway in the opposite direction had already entered the station, blocking the warring parties.

Both sides walked into the carriage at the same time, probably after work, and the carriage was full of people, and because there were too many obstacles, neither side pulled out their guns again.

"Richard, just..."

"Don't say anything, I'll leave it to me." Richard didn't want to explain the problem of a killer who was not good at marksmanship, he patted John on the shoulder, and walked towards the big black one, no way, he had to let John know that he was not a drag oil bottle, otherwise, in case John dumped himself, he didn't know how to get to the Continental Hotel, could he just stop a taxi on the road and deliver it to him?

Bang dang.

The subway shook and slowed down slowly, listening to the radio that it was at the Rector Street station, and I don't know where this street was, the passengers in the car went down halfway, and Richard also approached the big black man.

"Who are you? My target is John, and it has nothing to do with you. The big black man whispered to Richard, but kept his eyes on John.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but John is my protector, if you want to move him, kill me first." There was another sentence that Richard didn't say, because he didn't think it was very likely - if you can take me to kill the 3 chairmen of the high table, John, you can kill them casually.

Richard's cruel words finally made the big black man's eyes on him, and Richard saw with his spare eyes that a dagger had also been drawn into the other party's hand.

It's really a bully, this time the system didn't give him anything except a suit for pretending, which made him take something to practice with a professional killer, thinking about it, Richard reached out and held the pistol.

Seeing Richard's movements, the big black man approached him a little closer, and it was obvious that the other party did not have a gun in his hand and had to rely on a dagger to kill.

After two more stops, the people in the car were almost gone, and the big black man finally couldn't help it, and stepped forward, and the dagger in his hand slashed through a cold light and went straight to Richard's abdomen.

This speed was nothing for Richard, and 16 points of fitness allowed him to react immediately and grab the opponent's hand, and then with a wave of his right hand, he held the pistol and threw it at his opponent's face.

The big black man's reaction was not slow, as soon as his right hand holding the knife was blocked, the other hand pressed towards Richard's right hand, and the force of pushing forward was obviously more convenient than pumping, and he pressed it like this, Richard really couldn't pull out the pistol.

The two were wrestling with each other, and the big black man was obviously strictly trained, and although he was smaller than Richard in terms of strength, he could not break free in one or two strokes.

The two were holding each other's hands and glaring at each other, and suddenly, Richard noticed a prominent point in the other.

Bang!

Oh!

Richard slammed his head into the big black organ, making him howl, this bulge is one of the weakest organs in humans, and although it looks strong at times, it is actually very weak.

Yes, I'm talking about the nose.

The big black man endured the sharp pain in that part with the harsh training and wanted to fight back, but he was not necessarily Richard's opponent if he was not injured, so what could he do now.

When Richard broke his wrist and snatched the dagger, he turned his head and asked, "I see that you have a tacit understanding with him, do you want to kill him?" ”

"Forget it, he's just a poor man who can't escape his fate."

Bang!

Kicking the big black man, Richard followed John out of the stopped subway.

"I didn't think you'd be quite sentimental."

"I didn't expect your marksmanship to be that bad."

“... Do you chat? ”

"I'm sorry."

The two of them teased each other and walked to the top of the subway station, and at this moment, the two cleaners who were walking towards them saw them and stopped.

The tattoo on the back of his hand and the action of digging into his clothes made Richard immediately recognize their identities, and they were two dead killers, I have to say that in this world, he is still growing up very fast.

Looking at the distance between the two sides, Richard pulled John and ran in the other direction, no way, the distance was too far, the speed of throwing the pistol was too slow, he could not guarantee that the enemy could not shoot.

Not to mention, the killers in this world are very dedicated, and they all have a kind of mysterious self-confidence. Wick is the killer Daredevil known to the entire underground world, and he sends them up one by one, so do you really think she is the protagonist?

As a result, two killers dressed as cleaners hung up as soon as they turned the corner, one was stabbed in the heart by John, and the other was tripped by Richard and rolled down the stairs and broke his neck.

"Alright, let's move on."

"No, we're here." John nodded at Richard, and then went to a beggar who was asking for money in a jar, took a gold coin from his pocket and threw it in.

"Take me to him, I'm John. Wick. ”

When the beggar, who had been confused at first heard the name, he immediately became energetic, he looked to both sides, and two homeless men came over and dragged away the corpse on the ground, and then the beggar stood up, pushed the cart and walked to the side.

"Follow me."

Richard and John looked at each other and followed without saying anything.

Digging into the tunnels of the subway and through the sewers, the beggar leads them to a secret base.

There are complete facilities here, such as an infirmary, a dormitory, a clothing factory, and even an arsenal, rows of assault rifles are neatly arranged in gun cabinets, which are enough for war, but the people in the secret base are all beggars, don't look at the weapons are better than the army, but the body is still in tatters, and the face is scruffy.

This scene reminded Richard of the beggar gang in the martial arts book, this old and beautiful beggar gang is different, although the lotus falling family can't sing, but there is a steel sonata, then again, there are so many guys, isn't it good for you to rob the bank, why are you still turtleing in the sewer all day long, your teacher is also called Sprint?

Their leader apparently had nothing to do with Sprint, and the fat-headed and big-eared one looked like a bullfrog had become a sperm, an old acquaintance of John.

Of course, at that time they were still young, and their stature was still marked, except that one was called Morpheus and the other was called Neo, and they fought for freedom and cooking, oh no, probably without cooking.

And now, Neo has changed his name to John. Wick and Morpheus also changed their names to Bowery, King Bowery, the leader of the American branch of the Beggars, looks just like the Matrix Elder Edition.

At this moment, the fat version of Morpheus looked at John and smiled while playing with his pigeons.

"John. Wick, the legendary man, you don't seem to like honest retirement. ”

"I'm trying."

Click, click, click.

"John. Mr. Wick seems to have trouble remembering me, before I was on the throne, when I was a pawn in a game, we met, and you left me a gift that made me king. The fat black man pulled down his collar and showed the scar on his neck to John.

Click, click, click.

"Maybe you don't remember anymore, I was standing in a small alley..."

Click, click, click.

"Are you that hungry?" The fat black man finally couldn't say any more, and turned his head to look at Richard, black-mouthed and black-faced, oh yes, he was originally black.

"Yes, I haven't eaten anything or taken a sip of water since last night." Richard replied calmly, then grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth.

Click, click, click.

"What brand of potato chips do you have, they're pretty delicious."

Okay, this force can't be pretended to be at all, the black fat man glared at his subordinates, as if complaining, can't you let them have a full meal when you bring them here?

"Go get him two more bags!"

PS. The contract has been sent, so hurry up and invest in it.