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"What? Didn't find anything?"

Skoff looked at the female police officer in front of him helplessly, and reached out and threw the photo taken last night on the desktop: "Then how do you explain this?"

The female police officer picked up the photo and looked at it, frowning and said, "What's wrong? What does this photo show?"

Skoff said helplessly, "I saw it with my own eyes that this man, with a hammer in his hand, hit this girl."

"But Mr. Scott, after receiving your call, we stopped the train and searched all the cars. No abnormalities were found, no blood stains, no corpses, nor the man in your photo."

The policewoman sighed, put down the photo, and said: "I understand your feelings, Mr. Skoff. But now we can only deal with the ordinary disappearance case...Of course, we will also investigate this man. Thank you for your clues. When there are other needs, our police will contact you again."

"Huh, I'm afraid I will never contact you again."

Skoff stood up bitterly and hurriedly left the police station. He was a little dizzy under the scorching sun, and reached into his jacket pocket, just in time to touch the business card Xie Lun gave him yesterday.

When he took it out and looked at it, Skoff hesitated. After a while, he sneered, clenched it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

"The crows in the world are generally dark, so what about NIA, it's not the same as just wasting taxpayers' money and not doing work."

Skoff murmured and left.

But he didn't know that what he lost was not just a business card, but almost lost his and his girlfriend's life.

In a bar that looks rather dim and dirty, an ugly, fierce-looking old man is facing a fat white man. Behind them, five gunmen with guns stand respectively.

"Tarasov, I'll make it clear. I'm going to make an appointment for your garage."

The white man reached out and knocked **** the table.

Lao Maozi smiled disdainfully and said: "Why? Just rely on the dozen or so broken guns under your hand? Hiyes, don't dream. If you irritate our Tarasov family, you won't be able to eat."

Hines laughed and pulled open his jacket to reveal the grenade inside: "I Hines can lay such a large territory in New York in just a few months because I dare to work hard. You. What? Tarasov, you and your men, dare you?"

Tarasov replied somewhat helplessly: "No, mainly because of the severe crackdown some time ago, and everyone is not as knowledgeable as you."

"Hahaha..." Hines laughed. "A bunch of **** NIA agents scared you like this, and you're still calling yourself a big boss. I'll tell you today, Tarasov, you guys. If the auto repair shop doesn’t give it to me, then you don’t want to get out of here today."

Tarasov sighed and said, "Well, Hiyers, I can't do this. But I brought a representative who can talk to you about this on behalf of my brother."

As he said, he patted his hands twice.

The bar door opened and John Wick stepped in.

Hines made a gesture, and his two men immediately stepped forward, stopped Wick, searched carefully up and down, and then let him approach after confirming that he was not carrying a weapon.

"You are Hines?" Wick sat at the round table, reached out from his jacket pocket, took out a checkbook and a pencil, "Boss Vita entrusted me to express his willingness to use cash in exchange for your friendship. "

As he said, Wick picked up a pencil, wrote a string of numbers on the check, and pushed it to Hines: "Are you satisfied with this number?"

Hines glanced at it and sneered: "Wita is begging for food? Want me to abandon the auto repair shop, at least this number!"

He stretched out a slap, then turned it back and forth twice.

Wick nodded, stretched out his hand and clasped the pencil tip lightly, and said calmly: "The price is easy to say. It's just Hines, I have a question to ask, Marbas, Randall, Marroland... these people , Should all be your little brother?"

Hines nodded and said coldly: "Yes, what do you mean by them?"

"It's nothing, I just heard that these people attacked NIA agents on the subway last night and were all arrested by the police."

"I know," Hiyers said triumphantly, "I really deserve to be my brother, and the office is the majestic. You are all afraid of the NIA, but we are not afraid."

Wick blew the pencil shavings he had pulled out, looked at the dark nib, and then said: "But I heard that they molested and insulted passing female passengers on the subway, and they were arrested by the police."

"Nonsense, how could my brother do that kind of thing?" Hines slapped the table violently and yelled fiercely, "Furthermore, even if we do, we must have gangsters. The momentum."

"That **** woman, she must call the police. When I find out her identity, I will definitely **** her severely, in front of her man!"

Hines looked at Wick with a grim look on his face: "How about you? This... By the way, haven't you asked for your name?"

"John, John Wick," Wick smiled faintly, "By the way, the female passenger you molested is my fiancee!"

The pencil in his hand suddenly penetrated Hines's right eye pupil, directly and deeply inserted into the brainstem. At the same time, Wick got up like lightning, broke the neck of one of Hines's men, snatched the gun in the opponent's hand, and fired at the other four men.

"Boom boom boom..."

Four gunshots, four corpses.

Until then, Tarasov and his men on the side reacted. Looking at the corpse of Hines with a pencil in his eyes, and then at Wick, who was handsome, not even a drop of blood on his body, they couldn't help swallowing at the same time.

"Mr. Tarasov, I will leave it to you here."

Wick nodded at Tarasov, and Tarasov hurriedly said: "No problem, just leave it to me here."

Wick took out his handkerchief, wiped the pistol clean, and threw it on the corpse aside before stepping out of the bar.

"It's terrible, it's terrible. Can you imagine using a pencil with a pencil? Madder, imagination feels terrible."

Tarasov murmured ~lightnovelpub.net~ As soon as Wick walked out of the bar, his cell phone rang. He frowned when he saw a strange call. He hesitated for a while, but he was connected: "Hello, This is John Wick...Miss Tina, Mr. Sharon is free this afternoon? Okay, see you that afternoon!"

After hanging up the phone, Wick let out a long sigh of reluctance.

To be honest, a figure like him who was killed from the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain did not fear anyone. But for some reason, Wick didn't want to have too much contact with the NIA agent named Sharon.

It wasn't because of the other party's identity, but Wick always had a feeling that he was looking down on him, as if his future, his every move, he already knew clearly.

"I heard that Smith had dealt with him before, so why don't you ask him for information?"

Wick secretly ordered.

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