John Wick stared at the monster in the booth with confusion for a long time, and finally walked up to it, took several breaths, and then confirmed: "Winston?"

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"Jonathan!" The tentacles on the monster's face spread out to both sides, revealing a row of sharp teeth hidden under the tentacles. The sound coming out of its mouth was like words with several times added electronic sound effects, which could only be heard faintly.

You can tell it's a name.

If John Wick hadn't heard it for many years, he wouldn't even be sure that the name the monster shouted was his.

The waiter who had been waiting nearby came over with a tray, placed a glass of bourbon on the opposite side of the small table, and then left, leaving space for the two of them.

The monster opened its slender palms that looked like human bones and motioned for John Wick to sit down.

Sitting down where the monster was pointing, John Wick kept his eyes on the monster's fat face, constantly trying to confirm that what he saw was false.

But it's all too real, too real!

"****,****..." The tentacles on the monster's face began to wave. It seemed very happy and kept making weird noises that were completely incomprehensible.

John Wick's brain was like being turned into thick cement by a mixer. Even if the language he heard was normal English, he could not give any response.

The monster seemed to notice John Wick's distraction, and opened his hand in confusion and waved it in front of his eyes.

John Wick can clearly see the dark brown texture on the monster's palm, as well as the watch that Winston has been wearing...

"Winston..."

Reaching into his arms, John Wick took out the photo that he had been carrying but hadn't looked at since he left the hotel.

The current photo has changed from an ordinary black man to a monster talking on a mobile phone.

"What do you see in this photo?"

John Wick placed the photo on the table, looked directly at Winston, and his voice was hoarse and trembling due to nervousness and dry throat.

The monster's body paused, and it lowered its head slightly to look at the photo on the table. The tentacles that were dancing randomly stopped for a moment, and it was difficult to see the expression on the monster's face.

After a long moment of silence, the monster spoke up and asked: "Who *is* him?"

John Wick did not answer, and stared at "Winston" for a long time, as if saying a silent farewell, then he stood up and left.

The monster in the booth behind him clenched Ku Gao's fingers and watched John Wick disappear from his sight.

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

Just as he was about halfway down the narrow staircase, two strong men in black suits blocked his way and raised a Boretta 92 pistol equipped with a silencer at him.

The moment the two opened fire, John Wick had already reacted, jumped back, and covered the vital parts of his head with his bulletproof suit.

When the bullet fired from the pistol hit the suit, it was like being hit with a hammer. It was painful but not fatal.

John Wick's back hit the gunman blocking the stairs, and both of them fell.

The gunman standing above the stairs not only did not stop shooting, but also shot his own people.

One of the bullets penetrated John Wick's unprotected thigh. He gritted his teeth and used the joint skills he had learned to block the gunman he knocked down in front of him to act as a human shield. Then he broke his fingers and hit the gunman's finger.

A pistol was seized amidst the screams.

After obtaining the weapon, John Wick fired two precise bursts, leaving two bullet holes in the forehead of the gunman above the stairs.

Taking out a brand new magazine from the gunman's body, John Wick endured the pain of being hit by a bullet in his thigh and fled out of the hotel.

There were lots of footsteps on the stairs...

John Wick was hiding in the darkness of the laundry room, his eyes becoming increasingly fierce.

Tick!

At night, John Wick returned to the Bronx, but compared to the intact appearance he left during the day, he now looked very embarrassed.

In addition to the sour smell of not taking a bath for a long time, his body also had the fishy smell of a small amount of blood. He was also accompanied by his dog and a little girl who was at a loss.

His weak body, which lacked nutritional supplements, could only make it to an old park on the edge of the Bronx. Finally, unable to bear the negative physical effects of excessive blood loss and malnutrition, he fell to the ground.

The black bulldog and the little girl watched him fall, spinning back and forth anxiously, not knowing what to do.

"Hehehehe, John Wick is really embarrassed." A man's strange laughter suddenly came from the trees in the park. A guy dressed as a homeless man leaned out and walked to John Wick who was fainted on the ground.

mocking this embarrassed man.

Ridiculing John Wick was something worth showing off to the tramp. He did it proudly for a while, and then he looked at the pretty little white girl next to him and said, "Good girl, don't follow such a person."

, you know, they will kill people!"

The little girl was silent and hid herself from John Wick who was lying on the ground, staring at the somewhat crazy homeless man in fear.

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

"Umbrella, Umbrella, do you provide nanny services? A good girl needs a new place to live, hey hey!" The tramp was not afraid to see the three of them and continued to speak in that strange accent.

The leader of the three had had a lot of dealings with homeless people and knew how they talked, so he casually made an OK gesture.

"Leave it to us here."

John Wick was given a shot of universal healing medicine by the medic, and then he was carried into the car, along with the dog and the little girl, and was transported away.

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

There isn't much entertainment in the Bronx at night. The busy streets during the day become very quiet at night. The area closer to Manhattan is somewhat popular, but the closer you go to the Umbrella Company's construction site, the fewer people there are.

Tomorrow is the last day to register for the social experiment in the Bronx. The day after tomorrow, thugs and gunmen from all over New York State will enter the area and conduct a 12-hour killing day experiment.

There will be a lot of live news coverage of this 12-hour carnival, and the residents of the Bronx will have the freedom they long for.

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

But as his personal bodyguard changed from Alice to Jill, he would no longer do this because he would easily be shot in the head by a sniper rifle.

If it is a penetrating injury or a cut injury, the virus can be repaired if given some time, but if the head is blown away, the virus will not be original if it grows a new head.
Chapter completed!