Privet Drive
"My son hasn't written back to me for a long time."
Watson melted the paint and poured it on the seal of the letter.
Use your own copper seal to stamp it, wait for it to solidify, pick up the seal, and leave an owl symbol on the envelope.
Listening to Watson's complaints, Mrs. Wick made a cup of black tea and brought it out.
He took out a piece of bacon from breakfast and fed it to Qiqi, the big-headed gray owl. Qiqi opened it and ate it happily.
"You send him letters every week. John said his sixth grade is very busy." Mrs. Wick blocked Watson's neck from behind and spoke.
Watson said dissatisfied: "But he hasn't replied to my letter for a month."
He looked at Qiqi and asked the gray owl: "Have you sent the letter, Qiqi?"
Qiqi tilted her head, flew to Watson's breakfast, picked up the meat and ate it.
"I think it understood, it just didn't want to pay attention to me." Seeing that he was being ignored, Watson immediately complained to his wife.
Mrs. Wick smiled helplessly and said: "Okay, the holiday is about to come, and John will be back soon."
She kissed Watson on the cheek and comforted: "Your hotel is about to open, isn't it?"
"In July, I'm waiting for my children to come back and witness it with me."
When this matter was brought up, Watson's face lost all anger, and he kissed his wife on the cheek. He smiled and said, "I hope my family will be here at such an important time."
Watson is working hard to become a father who makes his children proud. Even though he usually behaves unreliably, his seriousness towards his family makes him charming.
Mrs. Wick asked him to have breakfast, and Watson got up and walked to the table.
"Qiqi!" He saw that his breakfast had been eaten by Qiqi.
When Mrs. Wick saw this, not only did she not comfort her, but she also joked: "Who asked you to give Qiqi breakfast?"
Watson was full of resentment. He suddenly had a whim while eating breakfast and gave his breakfast to Qiqi.
As a result, this move directly opened the door to Qiqi's new world, and Qiqi often came over to steal Watson's breakfast.
Fortunately, Mrs. Wick smiled and had no intention of letting her husband go to work on an empty stomach.
After making a new breakfast, Watson went out after eating.
He headed to the garage and glanced across the street.
A man stood there motionless, and he didn't pay attention at first.
But the weird attire of the man just now flashed through his mind, and when he looked back again, the man had disappeared.
"Illusion?" Watson muttered.
I looked at the time and saw that I was going to be late.
Driving, he confirmed again that no one was indeed there.
He just thought it was his imagination and stepped on the accelerator to leave Privet Drive.
And not long after he left, the man appeared again, this time standing on the road to Wick's house.
Just as he was about to step onto the lawn, the man stopped.
Putting his feet down, he pulled a hair from under his hood and blew out a breath.
I saw that hair floating in the air towards Wick's house. Before it touched, a spark flashed and the hair was evaporated on the spot.
"Protective magic."
The man took a deep look at the house, turned around and left.
night.
Watson drove back and looked down at his watch.
"There's a lot going on today."
As the current leader of London's underground world, Watson needs to work hard to bring order to the chaotic underground world.
Things between big guys, investors and hotels.
There are many and complicated things, let Watson handle them until now.
I ordered beautiful roses from the florist and placed them on the passenger side.
He drove into Privet Drive, and just as he was about to reach his house, the car made a loud bang.
"Did you hit someone?" Watson was worried and hurriedly got out of the car to check.
A man in ragged clothes was lying on the ground, looking as if he had been hit by himself.
Watson reached out and sniffed. After feeling the existence's breath, he wiped away cold sweat and said, "I almost thought I had to call someone to deal with it."
Quickly helping the man up, he asked: "Are you okay, sir?"
The man barely opened one eye and pointed at Watson, speechless.
"Don't worry, I'll take you to the hospital."
Watson saw the man's leg bleeding and knew he had to stop the bleeding first.
There were no tools in the car, so he parked the car there and helped people to the door of his house.
When Watson supported the man, he did not notice the cunning in the man's eyes.
Due to the magic of the Wick family, this person was invited in by Watson, so there was no reaction.
"Wait for me here."
Reaching the door, Watson opened the door and hurried in to look for the medicine box.
After he left, the man took out a wand from his pocket.
The man stood up and looked up at the house.
"Second King, do you like the gift I gave you?"
The top of the wand lights up red.
The next second.
“Boom—!”
A loud noise made the Dursleys' buttocks tremble while they were enjoying their dinner.
Vernon Dursley ran out, his expression dull, looking at the house engulfed in flames.
"Oh my God," Petunia screamed as she came out, "the Wickers are still in there."
Vernon reacted and yelled, "Call the police!"
Dudley rushed towards the burning house and was hugged tightly by Vernon.
"Don't go there, Dudley."
"No, they are in danger!" Even though Dudley had practiced boxing, Vernon was so big that even Dudley wouldn't be able to break away for a while.
Vernon didn't want to risk his children, and the explosion sent all the dog statues flying out of the house.
Mr. and Mrs. Wick are probably dead.
Dudley finally broke free, rushed to the fire, and was forced out by the flames.
Across the street, a man laughed silently.
Use your tongue to trace the jagged teeth, feel the slight pain, and admire your masterpiece.
Dudley noticed the man, and his expression changed when he saw the wand.
"It was him, he set the fire!"
Dudley yelled, and the man immediately looked at him.
"It's you, those freaks' wands." Vernon recognized the object.
Seeing that he was discovered, the man simply wanted to kill everyone.
As soon as the wand was raised, Vernon was so frightened that he hurriedly stood in front of Petunia and growled at Dudley: "Dudley, run!"
Dudley's face turned pale. He thought of Harry and the Dementor that time.
A cold feeling on his hands and feet made him forget to run away.
The man grinned ferociously and opened his mouth.
"Avada..."
"boom!"
The man looked down and saw a blood hole on his right hand.
Then in the dark night, silver light flashed.
A red line appeared on his wrist, and then his wrist fell down.
Neat cuts, as if measured with a ruler.
He turned around and saw that Watson, whose clothes had been burned, was holding a pistol in his hand.
He also held an amulet in his hand.
The true form of the silver light is a table knife, shot down from the tree.
Mrs. Wick was standing on it now, the knife in her hand flashing coldly.
The pain he just realized made the man scream.
With an angry look on his face, Watson pulled the trigger again, and the bullet passed through the man's thigh and arm.
Several blood holes continued to ooze blood. Peanut walked up to the man, grabbed his collar and said angrily: "Who are you?"
I don't know if it was the pain that made the man lose his mind. He changed from screaming to laughing.
"Haha, we will kill everyone related to the second king!" The man stared at Watson and said with a ferocious smile, "He didn't come out, he is really dead!"
"Who is the second king?" Watson looked confused.
The second king?
I don’t even know myself.
But the man said to himself like crazy: "Master, he is dead, he is really dead. Even when his parents faced death, he never showed up."
Watson keenly captured the 'parents', he had a guess in his heart, and his expression gradually became out of control.
"Tell me who the second king is!" He strangled the man's neck tightly, watching the man's face gradually turn red, and growled, "Who is the master?"
The suffocation of death made the man roll his eyes and struggled to say: "The second king...is...John...Wick."
Watson let go of his hand, stood up and kept retreating.
"No way, no way."
He shook his head desperately to deny the matter, "My son, he is impossible."
"John, John!"
"There's no way he's going to die!" Watson yelled, raising his pistol, pointing it at the man and shooting repeatedly.
"Kaka..."
The bullets were emptied and the man was dead.
But Watson had no intention of stopping, and rushed forward, punching and kicking the man's body.
Trying to escape through this.
The Dursleys who witnessed all this were stunned in place.
Just now, my good neighbor shot and killed a man in front of him.
Mrs. Wick came over and hugged her husband, saying in a trembling voice that was pretending to be calm: "John will be fine. He must be at school."
"Yes, school."
After hearing this, Watson finally came to his senses.
Trembling, he took out a mobile phone from his coat pocket and made a call.
Taking a deep breath, he regained his composure, looked at the body, and said to the other end of the phone: "I need to order dinner for one person."
After a while, the fire in Wick's house went out.
The big-headed gray owl flew to Watson and landed next to him.
Watson sat at the door of his house with a sullen expression.
A group of people arrived and took the body package into the car.
An old man walked up to Watson, took off his hat and said respectfully: "Thank you for your first use, Mr. Wick."
Watson raised his eyes to look at the old man and said coldly: "How many of us are there?"
The old man smiled: "I've been waiting for your instructions."
"Boss."
On a plane taking off from the country of furry bears, the entire cabin was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Even the captain didn't dare to drink a glass of vodka for fear of angering those evil spirits.
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