Chapter 639: Only Worth Two Million Dollars

"Very well, sir."

"When was this place renovated?" John asked with some curiosity.

Charon's expression was somewhat unnatural, but he still replied, "About four years ago, sir! But I assure you, sir, there hasn't actually been much change here."

"Same Boss as before?" John asked.

"Of course," Charon nodded and said.

John didn't say much more, simply handing over a Roman Gold Coin.

This thing was the currency of the Continental Hotel; one coin represented one favor.

Anyone wishing to use the services of the Continental Hotel had to use these things.

However, as John was leaving, Charon said something intriguing: "As always, we are pleased to have you back with us, Mr. Wick."

After returning to his room and feeling emo for a while, John took the elevator down to the hotel basement.

After opening the fire door, the space had been converted into a Bar.

This was the true gathering place for New York killers, a corner belonging to the dark world.

John walked into the Bar, filled with memories; even the bartender had not changed.

John walked through the crowd, scanned the Bar, and finally found the person he was looking for.

The manager of the New York Continental Hotel, Winston.

Just as John was about to walk over, he noticed Perkins raising a glass to him.

John nodded, then continued walking forward.

He did not notice that the look in Perkins's eyes seemed a bit off.

Finding Winston sitting in the corner, John sat down directly: "Hello, Winston!"

"Hello, Jonathan," Winston took off his glasses and said with a smile, "If I recall correctly, you are the one who hits others, not the one who gets hit, right?"

Regarding Winston's cold joke, John said speechlessly, "I suppose my skills have grown rusty."

Winston shrugged and said, "Why have you come today?"

"Joseph Tarasov," John simply spat out a name.

"What about him?" Winston asked, puzzled.

"I want to have a talk with him!"

"You say 'have a talk'?" Winston immediately laughed, "I am very familiar with that phrasing, Jonathan. I want to ask you, have you returned to your old profession?"

John's expression was somewhat unnatural: "Just a visit, that's all."

"Have you thought about it carefully? I mean, have you thought it through completely?" Winston asked with a serious expression: "You got out once; if you get entangled again now, you might find something reaching out to drag you back into the mire."

John did not answer Winston's words; he was never a man easily persuaded.

He simply said to Winston, "Where can I find him?"

Winston did not try to persuade him further: "Vig is at the hotel now. Joseph... someone will give you his whereabouts. You know the rules here; to avoid severe punishment, no one causes trouble here. Have a drink and relax."

John didn't say much more, rising directly to go before the bartender.

The two exchanged greetings, and the bartender said to John, "The usual."

"Good."

After the bartender returned, he handed over a drink and a note with writing on it: "This one is on someone else!"

John glanced at the words on the napkin, then said to the bartender, "Thank you."

After saying that, John left the underground Bar directly.

On the other side, Vig already knew that John had returned to the Continental Hotel.

In the car, Vig muttered to himself, "Welcome back, John!"

The assistant turned his head and said to Vig, "An informant said they are willing to help us take him out."

"Is that so?" Vig was somewhat surprised: "This guy has real guts!"

However, after a moment of silence, Vig said to the assistant, "If they dare to break the hotel rules, give them double the reward!"

"Boss, this John Wick doesn't seem to appreciate the gesture!" Xiaofu reported the situation here to Chen Jiajun: "But this guy's skills are really quite good!"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Didn't you say you couldn't see anything impressive about him?"

Xiaofu shook his head: "Twelve people broke into his house and were killed by him like cutting vegetables. He used the Mozambique Drill; not a single one survived!"

"At this level, there isn't a single person in our Killer Foundation who could do that!"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Then find a way to recruit him!"

"That won't be simple!" Xiaofu said speechlessly: "He is the type who is ruthless and speaks little. If you want to recruit him, it won't be done with just a few words. Besides, he has a big reputation here in North America; I see many people who know him."

"Do your best!" Chen Jiajun didn't care; his own subordinates were much stronger than John Wick.

So Chen Jiajun just mentioned this casually; the most important thing was to let this guy, John Wick, turn the High Table upside down.

"I understand. Boss, I won't talk to you anymore, this guy is about to head out." After Xiaofu said this to Chen Jiajun, he hung up the phone.

The last time he was discovered, it was because Xiaofu had intentionally revealed himself.

Following John's footsteps, he arrived at the entrance of a nightclub.

A party seemed to be taking place here, and handsome men and beautiful women were lining up with invitations.

John had no intention of entering through the front door; he went straight to the back door of the nightclub and hid in the shadows.

A tall bodyguard walked out, and John held a gun to his head and said, "Good evening, Francis!"

The bodyguard was startled, but upon hearing that familiar tone, he immediately lowered his hand, which was ready to grip his gun, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Wick."

John looked at Francis and said in the Soviet language, "You've lost weight."

After all, John used to work for Viggo, so it is not strange that he knows Viggo's subordinates.

"You've lost over sixty pounds," Francis said helplessly. "Are you here on business, sir?"

John said indifferently, "I'm afraid so, Francis! Why don't you take the night off!"

For an old acquaintance, John would not kill on sight, so he gave the other party a way out.

Francis also knew what John was here to do today.

That John was willing to let him go was also out of regard for their past friendship.

Otherwise, he probably wouldn't even know how he died.

So Francis took off his headset, turned around, and said to John, "Thank you, sir!"

John walked into the nightclub in such a swaggering manner and soon found the few bastards who hung out with Joseph.

After breaking into the washroom, taking advantage of the moment another person was changing clothes, he pulled out a tactical knife and stabbed it into the other's neck, then covered his mouth.

The other person was washing his face and raised his head upon hearing some movement.

Through the mirror, he saw a large patch of blood remaining on the wardrobe behind him.

The thug felt something was wrong on the spot, but it was already too late when he wanted to shout loudly.

John smashed a pistol butt directly onto his nose, causing him to bleed uncontrollably.

Then he kicked the thug's ankle, causing his entire leg to twist into a strange posture.

John grabbed the collar of the other's bathrobe and asked coldly, "Where is Joseph?"

"Suka!" The thug swung a punch toward John's head.

Unfortunately, it was agilely dodged by John, who then grabbed the towel hanging around his neck, tightened his hands suddenly to restrain him behind his back, and continued to ask, "Where is Joseph?"

It was fine for the thug to drink and cause trouble with Joseph, but he was not loyal enough to keep secrets for him.

Feeling the intense sensation of suffocation coming on, he immediately sold Joseph out: "In the bathroom downstairs."

John nodded, then smashed a fist into the thug's head, pressed him into the water basin, and said through gritted teeth, "You stole my car, and you killed my dog!"

In just a moment, the thug was drowned in the washbasin. John picked up the other's mobile phone and walked directly downstairs.

At this time, Joseph was still partying with several beauties, drinking and making merry.

Just then, a man in a suit walked over, and Joseph laughed and said, "Brother, how about coming to have a drink with us?"

Who knew that the man would say coldly, "I am here to protect you, not to take care of a drunkard!"

This man was a bodyguard by Viggo's side, specifically sent over for Joseph's safety.

Viggo's bodyguard did not think much of someone like Joseph, so he was not very polite to him either.

Joseph was immediately unhappy and yelled at the bodyguard, "Are you afraid of that so-called Baba Yaga? I'm not afraid at all!"

The bodyguard snatched the wine bottle from Joseph's hand and said coldly, "No, you should be afraid!"

After saying that, the bodyguard turned and left.

Joseph yelled unhappily at his lackey, "Get me another bottle, bring it to me quickly!"

Just as Joseph was losing his temper at his lackey, John had already snuck in like a ghost.

In order not to attract attention, the tactical knife in his hand became the sharp blade of the Grim Reaper.

Along the way, all the bodyguards were easily stabbed through the neck by John with his Knife and died untimely deaths.

Viggo knew he would definitely come for revenge, so the security force had been strengthened by more than a little.

But for John, it was of no use.

Arriving at the bathroom floor, John already saw Joseph happily playing in the water with several women.

He immediately rushed over with quick steps.

But at this moment, the bodyguard Viggo had left behind earlier came into play.

He lunged directly from the shadows, tackling John to the ground.

This also caught Joseph's attention.

Now the two were less than ten meters apart, and John already had his gun aimed at him.

At this distance, even if John closed his eyes, he could shoot Joseph dead on the spot.

But he did not do so, because killing Joseph just like that was not satisfying enough.

He wanted to play with his prey like a hunter, and only after he was exhausted from fear would he finish him off.

So he turned the muzzle, shot the rushing bodyguard dead with one shot, and then chased after Joseph.

Being able to find his way here despite this level of protection, Joseph knew why his father and the people in the gang were so afraid of John.

Now he only hated that his parents hadn't given him two more legs, and he ran for his life.

And John, behind him, was dealing with the swarming bodyguards while driving Joseph to run outside.

Breaking into the dance floor upstairs, Joseph pushed through the crowd while fleeing in terror.

Having finally escaped the dance floor, with the bodyguards rushing up, Joseph shouted in terror, "He's inside, he's inside!"

The bodyguards escorted Joseph out the door first, then turned back to deal with John.

John had miscalculated one thing; he did not expect Viggo to actually send reinforcements, even sending out the bodyguards by his own side.

Therefore, it could be said that his progress was difficult after being discovered.

Fortunately, John's combat power was strong enough that he forcibly carved a bloody path out of this encirclement.

This allowed Xiaofu, who was following behind him, to breathe a sigh of relief.

If he had shown himself in this situation, he probably wouldn't have fared well either.

So while John was escaping the nightclub, Xiaofu was also helping him clear the pursuers behind him.

John managed to escape from the nightclub and returned to the Continental Hotel with a staggering gait, requesting medical services.

"Is the doctor in?"

Charon nodded: "Of course, he is available twenty-four hours a day."

"Please have him come over," John said to Charon, covered in blood.

Charon was already accustomed to such situations and immediately agreed: "Very well, sir."

Soon, the doctor arrived at John's room; he was an elderly man of Chinese descent.

The bullet in John's abdomen had already been removed, and the doctor was currently stitching up the wound.

He poured himself a glass of bourbon and then said to the old man: "Will I still be able to move?"

The old man said without even looking up: "If you want the wound to heal, the less you move, the better. But if you still have a mission to complete, take two of these pills beforehand."

As he spoke, the old man handed a medicine bottle to John: "Even if your wound tears and bleeds later, you will still be able to move freely! Do you need me to prescribe you some painkillers?"

John refused without a second thought: "No, the liquor is enough for me!"

John was an extremely disciplined person; he did not smoke or take drugs, and he only started drinking after his wife died.

That was why he was able to become a Legendary Assassin of the organization and be recognized by so many people.

……

Viggo arrived at a house in the suburbs to visit the owner of the residence.

The owner was a middle-aged man who was juicing vegetables for himself; it looked healthy, eco-friendly, and extremely disgusting.

Viggo looked at the vegetable juice in his hand and then put it down with disgust.

The man opposite him asked directly: "What is the purpose of this visit?"

"I have a mission I want to entrust to you," Viggo said indifferently.

From the conversation between the two, it was not hard to see that this unremarkable middle-aged man was also an assassin.

The man asked strangely: "Couldn't you have just called?"

Viggo frowned and said: "I wanted to discuss this with you in person because you might think this job is purely a personal vendetta. If I give you two million dollars, would you be willing to kill John Wick? After all... you two have a good relationship!"

The middle-aged man took a sip of vegetable juice and then said to Viggo: "Is this bounty specifically for me to do?"

"No, it's public!" Viggo shook his head and said: "Time is tight, we must get it resolved as soon as possible!"

The man was silent for a moment before saying to Viggo: "Then it's a deal!"

Viggo nodded and said to the man: "Thanks, Marcus, I knew I could trust you!"

That night, Marcus brought his equipment and arrived at a building opposite the New York Continental Hotel.

After setting up his sniper rifle, he aimed the crosshairs at John, who was lying on the bed.

This guy was injured now, and his vigilance had dropped to the lowest point; as long as he pulled the Trigger, he could easily finish off John Wick.

For any assassin, this was a massive temptation.

One had to know that if an assassin could kill a Legendary Assassin like John Wick, he would surely become famous throughout the High Table.

However, although Marcus had aimed at John, he hesitated and did not act.

Because at this moment, a ghost-like figure appeared behind him and was holding a gun to John's head.

That's right, this person was Xiaofu, who was protecting John.

Actually, Xiaofu didn't want to do this, but his Boss, Chen Jiajun, had given a strict order.

He had been a bit skeptical before; after all, he was just a Legendary Assassin, and he couldn't stir up much trouble.

But slowly, Xiaofu realized he was wrong; John Wick's ability to cause trouble was much more formidable than he had imagined.

In such a short time, he had already driven Viggo, one of the twelve Legislators of the High Table, to his wit's end.

Most importantly, Chen Jiajun could remain uninvolved in the consequences of this matter.

Xiaofu gradually understood Chen Jiajun's order, so he was very diligent in protecting John Wick.

Xiaofu looked down at Marcus from above and said: "I thought your friendship with John was worth a lot? Turns out it's only worth two million dollars?"

Marcus didn't speak, just calmly replied: "Rog? I didn't expect you to be helping John! Do you also want to go against the High Table?"

"The High Table? What are they?" Xiaofu said disdainfully: "At the end of the day, they're just an assassin organization. Don't hold them in such high regard; at most, they only have some influence in Europe and North America. This world is very big!" (End of chapter)