novelbin Chapter 270 Blood and Night (2)
Chapter 270 Blood and Night (2)
John looked at Bowery calmly, because the nickname he just said was the same one Chen Yan used when he introduced himself.
Blood dragon...
Did Chen Yan expose his high technology?
That metal dragon impressed even himself, but for the Continental Hotel, such an ability basically meant either recycling or destroying it. He was too reckless!
"It is said that the killers killed by the mysterious 'No. 6' were bleeding like rivers and their corpses were everywhere. From a distance, they even looked like the Chinese dragon in the legend of Yan Kingdom, which was composed of blood and corpses. , that’s how the name ‘Blood Dragon’ came about.”
Bowery seemed to be chatting about an ordinary thing, but from the corner of his eyes, he could easily see John's calm expression. It seems that John knows how capable his friend is... a powerful killer who can be so trusted by the Night Demon, huh, how can he be inferior in strength?
It seems that there is another great god in the camp against the Continental Hotel...then, okay.
"The last place he was seen was near the New York Public Library, but that was already reported half an hour ago."
"Thank you."
John didn't want to stay here and was about to turn around and leave, but Bowery spoke.
"You'd better think carefully. If you choose to help the blood dragon, then you will take a step back and jump into the trap of the High Table. Mr. Wick." Bowery said casually, "Looking at your situation, you should Already know what the High Table has done."
"But... the road to resisting power is difficult. The consequences of helping the Exile will be to become an Exile. All related services in the Continental Hotel will be closed to the Exile. I think you know that."
"Your friend's reward has now reached 2100 million US dollars, which is not a small sum, Mr. Wick..."
John looked at Bowery in front of him silently, and then...slowly spoke:
“Fuck the Continental Hotel.”
"Fuck the High Table."
"They wanted the man back, so I came back."
"They want war, so I give them war."
John put his hands on Bowery's high-end desk, and his voice was as low as the roar of an evil spirit.
"so……"
"What about you?"
"Do you want a war, or give me a gun?!"
In fact, John carries quite a few firearms now. Camorra also provided him with a safe house in New York, so he doesn't need another gun. So, the meaning of this sentence is actually...
Do you want to be my enemy, or do you want to be my friend?
If you want to help the Continental Hotel become my enemy, then I will bring a war to you. And if you want to be my friend, just give me a gun, and then the Night Stalker will become your ally.
"War, or a gun... Baby, you fucking have it." Bowery's smile became more and more crazier, and he shouted exaggeratedly and loudly toward the door, "Someone! Get this guy... a gun !”
Outside the door, a homeless man carrying a silver suitcase walked in. He gently placed the suitcase in his hand on Bowery's table and quietly left.
"Originally, according to the plan of the High Table, you are the guy who is being chased to the point of desperation, John." Bowery caressed the suitcase, and then opened the suitcase, "This was originally what I prepared to give to you. As your meeting gift, I only prepared a handful at that time. But now... the purpose is different."
"I am also very interested in Mr. Blood Dragon right now." Bowery slowly turned the open suitcase to John, "Say hello to him for me."
In the silver suitcase were a pair of black pistols.
"Kimber 1911 Kimber Warrior, uses .45ACP ammunition, one magazine can hold 7 bullets." Bowery took out the spare magazine in the suitcase and weighed it, "Add two spare magazines, A total of 21 rounds of ammunition.”
"Corresponding to Mr. Blood Dragon's current reward amount of 2100 million U.S. dollars, that is... 100 million U.S. dollars, one bullet. It is best for Mr. Blood Dragon to carefully consider whose head these bullets... are going to be shot into."
John took the spare magazine from Bowery's hand, silently put the magazine back into the box, then turned around and left with the box in hand.
"I think you might be disappointed, Bowery." When John walked to the door, he seemed to have thought of something interesting. In Bowery's puzzled eyes, he slowly turned around, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and looked at Bowery. Urry said, "That guy... doesn't like using guns very much."
Bowery watched in astonishment as John's figure gradually moved away, and stood there for a full five minutes. Then, he slowly said:
"Mom, Fake... Night Devil, are you laughing?!"
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It was pouring with rain. Who knows how likely the city of New York is to encounter such a heavy rain.
Chen Yan looked at the transformed "I'll kill you 3000" in his hand and curled his lips helplessly.
The biggest difference between me and John is that the Continental Hotel is so familiar with John that in "Fast 2", whether it is the killer of the Continental Hotel, the homeless man on Bowery Street, or even some part-time killers on the street , every time he sees John’s face, he will suffer from PTSD, so that the more famous John becomes, the less likely he is to hide. And Chen Yan's current situation is that he doesn't recognize anyone when he puts on the hood. John is being chased by the killer of the Continental Hotel, and he is chasing the killer of the Continental Hotel. This situation is very delicate.
In fact, judging from the time at this time, if it weren't for his intervention, John would have already embarked on a journey to Arabia, where there was a young lady who looked very similar to the current whiskey agent of the United States Liquor Industry.
In the movie, John seems to be desperate. He goes to Arabia and sacrifices his wedding ring and ring finger, officially becomes a modern assassin (wrongly), takes an oath of allegiance, handles matters in New York, and shoots the head of the High Table elder with a backhand. This led to the story of the duel with the Marquis in the follow-up "Fast 4".
But now, it is Chen Yan who is being hunted, and Chen Yan has become an assassin member of the Yan Kingdom Brotherhood without sacrificing his ring finger. So the question is, what should the elders and the Marquis do?
Even when I asked Sister Ka, she only replied, "This is your story. You can do whatever you want." She didn't even tell herself what kind of layout the Blood Dragon had made.
"Isn't this difficult for me... What I hate most is using my brain." Chen Yan muttered to himself.
At this time, Chen Yan was resting in an old antique shop. In his field of vision, the design drawings of "Kill You 3000" were displayed like a holographic projection. Chen Yan was canceling some redundant designs and re-modifying them to be more convenient for production. It is a pity that Chen Yan, who does not have a precision lathe, can only assemble the flying knives with the beggar's version of the dwarf saber, which is very slow.
“If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools.”
Chen Yan said annoyed.
"Bat boy, Bat boy...when I finish my work here, I will go and play with you."