America: John Wick 1924

Chapter 55 The Arms Dealer [Victor Hugo] and the Underground Doctor [Alexander Pushkin]

If you use your imagination, you can totally think of the holster strapped to your thigh as a leg ring!
Thinking about it this way, the orthodox nun's sex appeal rose to another level.

An Orthodox nun wearing white stockings and carrying two guns... The seemingly contradictory elements were mixed together, causing Li Yu to feel a moment of disorientation.

Li Yu wasn't in a daze for long—because the other person woke up.

Or rather, she didn't sleep at all.

She slowly raised her eyelids, revealing beautiful, clear blue eyes, and turned her head to look at Li Yu with a look that was half languid and half sleepy.

Upon seeing Li Yu's priest's robes, she was first taken aback, then became much more energetic, and then smiled broadly, her brows filled with curiosity.

"Hey, hey, hey, look who's here, a Protestant pastor? What a rare guest!"

He was speaking English, but he kept making "whoosh whoosh" sounds with his tongue, clicking his tongue every few notes... Hmm, a very standard Russian accent.

After a while, Li Yu finally managed to step his right foot in, which had been stuck, and moved to the "white-stockinged nun" in two quick steps.

“My name is Li Yu. As you can see, I am a Protestant pastor. Ms. Nekoyashiki introduced me here.”

As he spoke, he took a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it over—it was a signed note that Nekoyashiki had given him yesterday, saying that as long as he gave this to her, she would be convinced that he was indeed introduced by her.

While introducing himself, Li Yu subtly observed the other person's face.

Simply put, she was practically the epitome of a "young Russian beauty".

With blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, high eyebrows, and deep-set eyes, she was extremely beautiful, resembling a noble elf from a fairy tale... If it weren't for the strong smell of alcohol, she would look even more like an elf.

The "white-stockinged nun" reached out and took the autograph from Li Yu, glanced at it briefly, and then curled her lip.

"So it was that woman who introduced you here... How boring. I thought it was some church pastor who didn't like us 'heretics' and came knocking on our door."

After saying that, she stretched her waist forcefully, making her already hot body curves even more alluring.

Although she had been lying flat on the bench and looked quite relaxed since then, Li Yu could feel that her muscles were constantly tense, in a state of "ready to draw her gun at any moment"!
She only lowered her guard slightly after seeing Nekoyashiki's signature.

Despite being drunk, she was like a lion poised to pounce... Li Yu had no doubt that if he had shown even the slightest hostility, this woman would have immediately drawn the Browning pistol from his leg!
Another woman not to be underestimated. Li Yu thought to himself.

After handing the autograph back to Li Yu, the "white-stockinged nun" slowly sat up and then crossed her legs in an unladylike manner, revealing glimpses of the mysterious space beneath her short skirt.

"My name is Olsia Petrovna Pushkin. Just call me Olsia."

Olycia – a very common Russian female name.

Petrovna – a very common Russian patronymic name.

The surname Pushkin was so intriguing that it was impossible for Li Yu not to notice it.

"Is it Pushkin, the one who wrote poetry?"

"That's right, it's the Pushkin you know."

What is your relationship with the Pushkin I know? Are you his descendant?

“There is no relation whatsoever. He is the master of Russian, while I can only pronounce ‘Sukabry’.”

After saying that, she pulled out a bottle of vodka from under the bench as if by magic, unscrewed the cap, and started chugging it down.

Not only his appearance, but also his behavior was almost identical to Li Yu's stereotypical image of Russians.

After letting out a loud burp, Olycia raised her eyes and looked Li Yu up and down.

"Tell me, what brings you here? To buy or sell weapons? Or to treat the wound on your hands?" she said, lowering her eyelids and staring intently at Li Yu's hands.

"Your joints are so swollen and red, did you chop a tree with your fist?"

"I just overdid it with my boxing practice. I'm mainly here to buy and sell weapons, but if I have enough time, I'd like to get my hands treated while I'm at it."

"So, you're mainly here to see Hugo, huh?"

Olycia nodded, then turned her head and called out towards the clock tower:
"Hey! Hugo! We have a guest!"

—Hugo?
Since elementary school, Li Yu had often seen the name in textbooks, which made him involuntarily follow Olycia's gaze.

As the steady footsteps drew closer, a sturdy middle-aged man opened the door connecting to the clock tower and appeared before Li Yu.

The man appeared to be around 40 years old, dressed in a very common priest's robe. He had a typical Gaulish appearance, with neat short hair, a robust physique, and his face was etched with the lines of time. His large eyes were bright and piercing.

Whether it's the faint smile at the corner of his mouth or his unhurried walking posture, he gives people a calm and kind impression.

If Li Yu hadn't known his identity beforehand, he would never have imagined that this seemingly gentle and refined priest was an "underground arms dealer."

Olivia gulped down another large mouthful of vodka.

“Hugo, he was introduced by Miss Cat, so he can be trusted.”

The priest, referred to as "Hugo," nodded slightly, then moved to stand before Li Yu and spoke in a thick French accent:

"Good evening, sir. My name is Lauren Hugo."

“Mr. Hugo, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Li Yu. What a coincidence, I just met Pushkin.”

"Unfortunately, I couldn't have any discussion about literature with the Pushkin you just met. I don't like Russian literature, and she looked down on French literature too much."

He had barely finished speaking when Olycia, standing nearby, called out in a dissatisfied tone:
"French literature is too weak! It lacks power!"

Hugo completely ignored Olycia's explanation and asked Li Yu on his own:

"Mr. Li, how can I help you?"

Li Yu shook the briefcase in his hand and the lever-action rifle slung over his shoulder.

"I want to sell this batch of old weapons and buy a new batch."

Last night, after completely wiping out the Black Robe Patrol Group, Li Yu originally intended to clean up the battlefield and dispose of Louis and the others' weapons.

Unfortunately, after deciding to take the little girl with him, he simply didn't have enough space to carry a gun.

Whether to take the little girl or the guns—for Li Yu, this choice was not even worth considering.

The firearms he currently possesses are still the equipment he previously seized from the Wolf Gang.

Although there are many of them, they are all very old.

Firearms, once they get old, are prone to various problems such as jamming and decreased accuracy.

In a life-or-death battle, if your gun suddenly jams, it's no laughing matter!

So Li Yu wanted to take this opportunity to exchange all the old stock for new stock, and also buy a few gun holsters—it was really inconvenient to always carry a pistol in his pocket.

After hearing Li Yu's request, Hugo nodded:
"I understand, please follow me."

(End of this chapter)