The gangster gunman who had been controlling his knife-wielding hand and was constantly competing with him suddenly lost his grip and flew backwards.
Less than a second...
"Winter~"
There was a collision sound like a lightning strike, even mixed with the sound of broken bones.
The left hand that was slapped by Long Zhanpu grabbed his entire face, and forcefully dragged the gangster gunman away, and smashed his head against the opposite wall.
Not only were the handicrafts hanging on the wall shattered, but the wall was also dented in the collision, with cracks surrounding it.
One can imagine.
How terrifying this blow from Dragon War was, and how painful it was to the back of the gangster gunman's head.
"You have to pay for the decoration."
After witnessing this extremely perverted and violent scene, Wick had nothing to say about Long Zhan's strength, and he rarely said it with a cold sense of humor.
"I don't think this hole needs to be repaired. It would be nice to leave it as a wall decoration."
The dragon warrior threw the gunman, who had softened into a puddle of mud, with the back of his head dented, on the ground, and replied with a very cold joke.
"Perhaps, I will accept your suggestion."
John Wick put away the dagger again, picked up a Glock 17 pistol from the ground, and quickly checked it while saying: "Check it, leave it to me on the upper floor, and leave it to you on the lower floor, okay?"
"no problem."
Long Zhan nodded in acceptance.
He put on a new, full magazine and began to check if there were any remaining gangster gunmen.
The two of them had just checked the villa up and down, and before they had time to drink water to catch their breath, there was no time to deal with the corpses all over the floor.
The blue-green light came closer and closer, and finally stopped outside the villa.
"Ding Dong, Ding Dong."
The doorbell of the villa door was extremely loud in the dark villa.
"The police are here. You stay inside and let me handle the outside."
Wick was very experienced in dealing with this aspect. He told Long Zhan not to show up so as not to get into unnecessary trouble, and strode towards the gate of the villa.
He put the hand holding the gun behind his back to ensure that he could shoot immediately if there was any problem, and opened the door halfway with his left hand.
Seeing that the policeman outside was a familiar face, Wick removed his finger from the trigger and greeted in a relaxed tone: "Good evening, Jimmy, did anyone complain about the noise?"
"Yeah, noise complaint."
The policeman obviously knew Wick. His expression was serious but not hostile, let alone frightened. Instead, he consciously cooperated with Wick's lies.
After all, even if the door was only partially open, Police Jimmy could still see the bodies strewn all over the house.
When Wick saw Jimmy staring at the body in the room, he didn't give any explanation. He still blocked the door and didn't move, staring at Jimmy in front of him.
I don't know if he was frightened by so many corpses, or because he couldn't stand Wick's killer look.
Jimmy felt a little hot for no reason. He couldn't help but take off his hat and loosen the collar of his tie. He took a deep breath and asked, "Go back to your old job?"
Once this sentence was asked, it was completely confirmed that Jimmy and Wick were old acquaintances.
"No, just tidying up some things." Wick opened his eyes and lied, his face not red and his heart not beating.
"Okay, I heard that you recently lost a car and it really needs to be sorted out. Then you can handle it and I won't disturb you anymore."
After Jimmy said that, he turned around and left without leaving the water.
"Good night, Jimmy."
Wick said hello and was about to close the door. Jimmy turned around and reminded: "Don't make too much noise. It's a good thing for you and me."
"Of course." Wick said noncommittally.
Jimmy didn't say anything else, made a Goodbye gesture, turned around and walked back to the police car, beckoned other police officers to get in the car and left.
Long Zhan witnessed the entire process in the house. Seeing that Wick dismissed the police so easily, he gained a new understanding of Wick.
Just because of his connections with the police, he is completely worthy of his reputation as a night devil.
Sending the police away was just the beginning, and the way Wick handled these corpses showed one of the biggest features of the killer field.
A mysterious personal phone call was made and a dinner reservation was made for 16 people.
This is jargon!
The professional "scavenger team" makes its grand debut.
A black professional waste disposal truck, led by an old man in his 60s or 70s with completely white hair, brought seven or eight strong men with mops, rags, buckets, detergents and other tools.
The tools are professional and very fast.
The gangster gunman's body was wrapped in plastic film to prevent blood from flowing out, and a layer of plastic wrap was placed on the outside to "keep it fresh" to prevent the rancid smell from escaping.
Then they are uniformly transported to the waste disposal vehicle and transported to a professional place for traceless destruction.
The blood splashed on the wall and flowing on the floor was all removed with professional cleaners, even if it was not visible with a purple light afterwards.
Bullets, bullet casings, guns brought by gangs, even broken glass and various debris, etc.
No matter the size, everything is packed and taken away.
No matter who you kill or why you kill these people, as long as you pay enough, I will help you clean up the battle scene, and professional sweepers will not even leave fingerprints.
I have heard about Long Zhan through many channels, but this is the first time I have actually come into contact with him.
I wanted to make friends with this group of professional scavengers so that I could call them to deal with any messes in the future. I took the initiative to ask the old man for his contact information, and even asked for it from Wick, but in the end I didn't succeed.
the reason is simple.
This scavenger team has a special charging method. They only charge killer gold coins as settlement fees, and do not accept cash or transfers.
Long Zhan has not joined the killer organization, so it is impossible to have killer gold coins.
It is because of this unchangeable reason that even if there is a call from the scavenger team Long Zhan, they cannot be hired to do anything.
This matter can only be left alone!
…
New York.
Vigo, who couldn't sleep all night, slumped on the sofa with a dejected look on his face.
All 16 of the strongest elites in the gang were sent out to assassinate Wick. In the end, Wick didn't even take a splash, and they were all killed by Wick.
This result was unacceptable to Wick, but he had to face reality.
The strongest elites under his command are useless. Sending the remaining ordinary members of the Russian gang there will definitely be no different than sending them to death.
Just waiting for the God of Killing and Demon Killing to come over and watching his son be killed.
Vigo couldn't accept it even more!
In order to kill Wick and save his son, Vigo had to call his confidants and unleash the final trick.
First, a $2 million assassination reward was issued to attract killers from all walks of life to hunt down Wick.
Then he used a trick to not let go of the child, and deliberately exposed the information about his son Yusef in the Red Circle Club, and lured Wick and the killers who had received bounties to kill Wick to the Red Circle Club.
The Red Circle Club is the home base of the Russian side. It has a large number of gangsters and killers who accept bounties. It can be called a super copy.
It created a "trap" with hellish difficulty, so I think it's still not safe.
In order to ensure that no accidents occurred, Vigo personally went to the home of Marcus, an acquaintance of Wick's who was also a top killer, and invited Marcus to kill Wick.
Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you fight without danger.
Vigo believes that as long as Marcus takes action, Marcus will be able to kill Wick with his high familiarity with Wick's style of behavior.
After hearing Vigo's invitation, Marcus responded without hesitation.
"I will handle it!"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
