Privet Road

"It's been a long time since my son has written back to me."

Watson melted the paint and poured it on the seal of the letter.

Printed on it with his own bronze seal, and when it solidified, he picked up the seal and left an owl logo on the envelope.

Listening to Watson's complaints, Mrs. Wick made a cup of black tea and brought it out.

He took a slice of bacon from his breakfast and fed it to the big-headed gray owl, who opened it and ate it with pleasure.

"You send him a letter every week, and John says he's busy in sixth grade." Mrs. Wick stopped Watson by the neck from behind and spoke.

Watson complained: "But he hasn't written back to me for a month." ”

He looked at Kiki and asked the Greyowl, "Did you send the letter, Kiki?" ”

Kiki tilted his head and flew to Watson's breakfast, picking up the meat and eating it.

"I think it understands, it just doesn't want to pay attention to me." Seeing that he was being ignored, Watson immediately complained to his wife.

Mrs. Wick smiled helplessly: "Okay, it's almost time off, and John will be back soon." ”

She kissed Watson on the cheek and comforted, "Your hotel is about to open, isn't it?" ”

"In July, I was waiting for my children to come back and witness with me."

Speaking of this incident, Watson's face was no longer angry, he kissed his wife's cheek, and he smiled: "At this important time, I hope my family is here." ”

Watson is trying to be a proud father to his children, even if he usually behaves unreliable, but his seriousness towards his family makes him charming.

Mrs. Wick asked him to eat breakfast, and Watson got up and walked to the table.

"Kiki!" He saw that his breakfast had been eaten by Kiki.

Mrs. Wick was not only comforted by this, but also teased, "Who told you to give Kiki breakfast?" ”

Watson was full of resentment, and he had a whim at breakfast and gave his breakfast to some Kiki.

As a result, this move directly opened the door to Kiki's new world, and he often came over to steal Watson's breakfast.

Fortunately, Mrs. Wick smiled and did not mean to let her husband go to work on an empty stomach.

A new breakfast was made, and Watson finished it and went out.

He went to the garage and glanced across the street.

A man stood there motionless, he didn't care at first.

But the strange outfit of the man just now flashed through his mind, and when he turned back again, the man disappeared.

"Delusion?" Watson muttered.

Looking at the time, it's going to be late.

Driving, he confirmed again, and indeed no one was there.

He only regarded it as his own delusion, and left the privet road with one foot on the accelerator.

Shortly after he left, the man reappeared, this time down the road from Wick's house.

When he lifted his foot and was about to step into the lawn, the man stopped.

Put your foot down and pluck a hair from under the hood and blow it out.

I saw that one hair floated in the air towards Wick's house, and before it could be touched, a spark flashed, and the hair evaporated on the spot.

"Protective magic."

The man took a deep look at the house, turned and left.

Night.

Watson drove back and looked down at his watch.

"There's a lot going on today."

As the current ruler of London's underground, Watson needs to try to bring order to the chaotic underworld.

The things between those bigwigs, investors and hotels.

There are many and complicated things, and it is up to Watson to deal with it until now.

Ordered beautiful roses in the florist and put them in the co-pilot.

He drove into Privet Road, and just as he was about to reach his house, the car slammed.

"Bumped into someone?" Watson's heart tightened, and he hurriedly got out of the car to check.

A man in ragged clothes was lying on the ground, looking as if he had been hit by himself.

Watson reached out and probed his nose, and after feeling the breath of the being, he wiped a cold sweat, "I almost thought I was going to call someone to deal with it." ”

Hurriedly helping the man up, he asked, "Are you alright, sir?" ”

The man barely opened one eye and pointed at Watson, speechless.

"Don't worry, I'll take you to the hospital."

Watson saw the man's leg bleeding and knew he had to stop the bleeding first.

There were no tools in the car, so he parked the car there and helped people to the door.

When Watson held the man, he did not find the cunning in the man's eyes.

Due to the magic of the Wick family, there was no reaction because this man was invited in by Watson.

"You wait for me here."

Walking to the door, Watson opened the door and hurried in to find the medicine box.

And the man, after he left, took out a wand from his pocket.

The man stood up and looked up at the house.

"Second King, do you like the gift I gave you?"

The top of the wand glows red.

The next second.

"Boom ——!"

A loud bang made the Dursleys, who were enjoying dinner, tremble.

Vernon Dursley ran out, his expression glazed over, looking at the house engulfed in flames.

"Oh my God," Penny screamed as she stepped out, "the Wicks are still inside. ”

Vernon reacted and yelled, "Call the police!" ”

Dudley rushed to the burning house, being held to by Vernon.

"Don't go over, Dudley."

"No, they're in danger!" Although Dudley practiced boxing, Vernon's tonnage would not be able to break free even if it was Dudley.

Vernon didn't want his kids to risk it, and the explosion sent all the dog statues in the house flying.

Mr. and Mrs. Wick are most likely dead.

Dudley finally broke free and rushed to the flames, forced out by the flames.

Across the street, the man laughed silently.

Running your tongue through your jagged teeth, feeling the slight pain, admiring your masterpiece.

Dudley noticed the man, and his face changed when he saw the wand.

"It's him, it's him who set the fire!"

Dudley yelled, and the man immediately looked at him.

"It's you, those freaks' wands." Vernon recognized the thing.

Seeing that he was discovered, the man simply wanted to kill everyone.

As soon as the wand was raised, Vernon hurried in front of Penny and roared at Dudley, "Dudley, run!" ”

Dudley's face turned pale, and he thought of Harry, and then of the Dementors.

A cold feeling in his hands and feet made him forget to run away.

The man smirked, his mouth open.

"Arvada ......"

"Bang!"

The man looked down and saw an extra bloody hole in his right hand.

Then in the darkness of the night, a silver light flashed.

There was an extra red line on his wrist, and then his wrist fell.

The neat incision is as if it had been measured with a ruler.

He turned his head to see Watson, whose clothes had been burned out of the gap, with a pistol in his hand.

He also clutched a talisman in his hand.

And the real body of the silver light is a dinner knife, which shoots down from the tree.

Mrs. Wick was standing on it, her knife glinting.

The pain that he reacted to made the man scream.

With anger on his face, Watson pulled the trigger again, and the bullet passed through the man's thigh and arm.

Several blood holes continued to flow blood, and Peanut walked up to the man, grabbed his collar and said angrily, "Who are you?" ”

I don't know if the pain made the man lose his mind, and he turned from screaming to laughing.

"Haha, we're going to kill everyone related to the Second King!" The man stared at Watson and sneered, "He didn't come out, he's really dead!" ”

"Who is the second king?" Watson looked confused.

The second king?

I don't even know it.

But the man said to himself like crazy: "Master, he is dead, he is really dead, and he has never even appeared in the face of death of his parents." ”

Watson keenly caught the 'parents', and he had a guess in his heart, and his expression gradually became out of control.

"Tell me who the second king is!" He pinched the man's neck, watched the other party's face gradually turn red, and roared, "Who is the master?" ”

The suffocation of death made the man roll his eyes and struggle, "Second king...... It is...... John...... Wick. ”

Watson let go of his hand, and the whole person stood up and kept retreating.

"Impossible, impossible."

He shook his head desperately in denial, "My son, he can't be. ”

"John, John!"

"There's no way he's going to die!" Watson yelled, raising his pistol at the man and firing continuously.

"Click......"

The bullets were emptied, and the man died.

Watson didn't mean to stop, and pounced on him and punched and kicked the man's body.

Trying to escape through this thing.

The Dursleys, who witnessed this, were stunned.

Just now, his good neighbor shot and killed a man in front of him.

Mrs. Wick came over and hugged her husband, and said in a strong calm trembling voice, "John will be fine, he must be at school." ”

"Yes, school."

When Watson heard this, he finally came back to his senses.

Trembling, he took a cell phone out of his coat pocket and made a call.

Taking a deep breath, he regained his composure, looked at the corpse, and said to the other end of the line, "I need to order dinner for one person." ”

After a while, the fire at Wick's house went out.

The big-headed gray owl flew to Watson's side and fell.

Watson sat at the door with a calm face.

The group arrived and wrapped the body into the car.

An old man walked up to Watson, took off his hat and said respectfully, "Thank you for your first use, Mr. Wick." ”

Watson raised his eyes to look at the old man and said coldly, "How many of us are there?" ”

The old man smiled: "I've been waiting for your instructions." ”

“boss。”

In a plane taking off from the country of hairy bears, the entire cabin was so quiet that a pin could be heard.

Even the captain didn't dare to drink a glass of vodka for fear of angering the stars.

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