John Wick stared at the monster on the throne for a long time, and finally walked up to it, gasping for several breaths before he opened his mouth to confirm, "Winston? ”

"Joe Na*sen!" The tentacles on the monster's face spread to the sides, revealing a row of sharp teeth hidden under the tentacles, and the sound coming from its mouth was like words with several times the special effects of electric music, and it was only faintly discernible that it was calling a name.

If it weren't for the fact that John Wick had been listening to it for so many years, he wouldn't even be sure that the monster was calling his name.

The waiter, who had been waiting nearby, came with a tray and placed a glass of bourbon across from the small table, then left, leaving room for the two.

The monster spread its slender palm, which looked like human bones, and motioned for John Wick to sit down.

Sitting down where the monster was pointing, John Wick's eyes remained on the monster's somewhat fat face, trying to make sure he was seeing a fake.

But it's all too real, it's too real!

"****, ****......" The tentacles on the monster's face began to wave, and it seemed to be happy, and kept making a strange creaking sound that was completely incomprehensible.

John Wick's brain was like a blender turned into sticky cement, and even if the language he heard was normal English, he couldn't give any response.

The monster seemed to notice John Wick's distraction, and shook it in front of his eyes with its open hands in confusion.

John Wick could clearly see the dark brown texture on the monster's palm, as well as the watch that Winston had been carrying......

Remember the URL

"Winston ......"

Reaching into his arms, John Wick pulled out the photo that he had been carrying with him since he left the hotel without looking at it.

Now the photo has changed from an ordinary black man to a monster who is holding a mobile phone and making a call.

"What do you see in this picture?"

John Wick placed the picture on the table and looked directly at Winston, the voice of his nervous and dry throat hoarse and trembling.

The monster's body paused, and he looked down slightly at the photo on the desktop, and the tentacles that were originally dancing randomly were still for a moment, and it was difficult to see what the expression was on the monster's face.

After a long silence, the monster spoke, asking rhetorically, "Who is he?" ”

John Wick didn't answer, stared at Winston for a long time, as if to say a silent goodbye, and then he got up and walked straight away.

The monster in the seat behind him clenched his withered fingers and watched John Wick disappear from his vision.

The bar is located on the second basement floor of the Continental Hotel, and you need to go through the hotel's laundry room, utility room, plumbing room, and narrow staircase on the way to enter.

Halfway down the narrow staircase, two men in black suits, one in front of him and one in the back, blocked his way and raised a Boleta 92 pistol with a muffler at him.

The moment the two opened fire, John Wick had already reacted, jumped back, and blocked the bulletproof suit at the vital point of the head.

The bullet from the pistol hit the suit like someone had been hit with a hammer, it hurt, but it wasn't fatal.

John Wick's back slammed into the gunman, who was stuck behind the stairs, and both fell.

Instead of stopping shooting, the gunman standing at the top of the stairs fired his own.

One of the bullets pierced John Wick's unprotected thigh, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he used the joint skills he learned to block the gunman he had knocked out in front of him as a meat shield, and then snapped his fingers and snatched the pistol to the screams of the gunner.

After obtaining the weapon, John Wick probes two accurate bursts, leaving two bullet holes in the gunman's forehead above the stairs.

Finding a new magazine from the gunman's corpse, John Wick fled out of the hotel despite the pain of being hit by a bullet in his thigh.

There is a lot of footsteps on the stairs......

John Wick, who was hiding in the dark of the laundry room, had a fierce look in his eyes.

Tick!

At night, John Wick returned to the Bronx, but he looked very embarrassed compared to the way he had left during the day.

In addition to the sour smell of not bathing for a long time, there was also the fishy smell of a small amount of blood, and he was followed by his dog and a little girl who was at a loss.

The lack of nutritional supplements in his weak body was enough for him to walk to an old park on the edge of the Bronx, and finally he could not bear the negative physical effects of excessive blood loss and malnutrition, and fell to the ground.

The black pit bull and the little girl watched him fall, and they were so anxious that they went back and forth, not knowing what to do.

"Hey, hey, John Wick, what a mess." Suddenly a strange laugh of a man was heard from the bushes in the park, and a guy dressed as a homeless man leaned out and walked up to John Wick, who had fainted on the ground, taunting the embarrassed man.

Mocking John Wick was something to brag about in the eyes of the homeless man, and he did it proudly for a while, and then looked at a little white girl with clear eyebrows next to him, "Good girl, don't follow such people, you know, they will kill people!" ”

The little girl was silent, and ducked over John Wick, who had fallen to the ground, staring fearfully at the somewhat crazy homeless man.

Before the homeless man could say anything, a light came from outside the park, and after the black SUV stopped next to the park, changed the high beam to low beam, and three strong men got out of the car.

"Ambrera, Ambrera, do you offer babysitting services? Good girls need a new place to live, hehehe! The homeless man was not frightened when he saw the three men, and continued to speak in that strange tone.

One of the three of them had a lot of dealings with the homeless men, and knew how the homeless men spoke, so he casually made an OK gesture.

"Leave it to us here."

John Wick was given a panacea by a medic and then carried away in a car with his dog and little girl.

"May God bless you!" The homeless man watched the vehicle depart and quickly took refuge in his tent behind the bushes.

The Bronx doesn't have much entertainment at night, and the busy streets during the day become very quiet at night, and the closer to Manhattan is a bit popular, but the closer you walk to the umbrella company's construction site, the fewer people there are.

Tomorrow is the last day of registration for the Bronx Social Experiment, and the day after tomorrow, thugs and gunmen from across New York State will enter the area for a 12-hour Killing Day Experiment.

There's plenty of news to broadcast for the 12-hour extravaganza, and the Bronx residents will have a lot of free time in their hearts.

If Alice was still around, Duncan would stand on the balcony of a rented hotel, look out at the street view for a while, and think quietly for a while.

But the bodyguard changed from Alice to Jill, and he wouldn't do it, because he could easily get his head shattered by a sniper shot.

If it is a penetrating wound or a cutting wound, the virus can still be repaired if it is given some time, but if the head is blown up, the virus will not be the original product to grow a new head.

I'm starting to think about that......