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"Perkins, you asked for this."

"I originally wanted to spare your life."

Sun Wuming spoke slowly, spreading out his right hand casually, and three crushed bullet shells fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.

Perkins' pupils suddenly contracted.

She remembered the legend about Tao Baibai. This man was like a ghost. Ordinary hot weapons could not cause any harm to him.

Someone once sent an elite team to surround and kill him, but in the end, Tao Baibai walked out of the abandoned factory unscathed.

At first, Perkins thought it was just a rumor and exaggeration.

But today she finally got to see it.

This is not a rumor!

Not a rumor!

Perkins has begun to consider retiring and is ready to give up this business, but Sun Wuming will not give her such an opportunity.

Since you dare to attack him, there is no need for you to stay in this world.

boom!

He appeared next to Perkins as if teleporting and punched her in the stomach without any mercy.

Perkins' eyes bulged out of their sockets, and his stomach churned.

"Wait, she's still useful!"

Before John could finish his words, Sun Wuming was much faster than him. He used a little force with his fist and threw Perkins out of the window like throwing garbage.

"Why, you want to take advantage of the situation? Perkins does have a nice figure."

After doing all this, Sun Wuming turned around and met John's helpless gaze.

"Wuming, stop joking. I'm not in the mood for this right now."

"But anyway, it's nice to see you."

John gave Sun Wuming a hug.

He didn't kill him because he wanted to get some information about Vig, which is why Perkins is still alive.

Unfortunately, he met Sun Wuming.

"Well, if you want to know anything, why not ask that old fox Winston?"

"He must be compensated for something like this happening in the Continental Hotel. Come on, go have a drink with me."

John put his hands on his hips and shook his head helplessly.

"It can only be the."

.....

"So, because of a dog, you killed dozens of your former boss's men, and you were going to kill his son before retiring?"

In the nightclub, Sun Wuming held a glass of juice and listened to John Wick telling his story.

On the stage, sexy dancers swayed their hot bodies, triggering waves of screams.

However, neither of them had the heart to watch.

"No, it's more than just a dog, it's a gift from my late wife, it's the reason I live."

John drank the whiskey in the glass and looked at Sun Wuming again.

"As for you, even though I've retired these years, I've heard Tao Baibai's name so many times that my ears are almost callused."

"It's because of life. If you're not short of money, who would want to come to this shabby place?"

The communication between the two was very casual, like old friends.

That's exactly what happened.

A few years ago, John Wick had not yet retired and was the most famous killer in New York.

Sun Wuming had just entered the industry, and although he was very capable, he also made a lot of jokes.

For example, because of face blindness, he failed to kill the target brother, but instead killed the younger brother who issued the task.

By chance, John Wick recognized that Sun Wuming's voice was very young, like that of an elementary school student, and advised Sun Wuming to mend his ways.

Then he was beaten.

There is no acquaintance without fighting. After a few interactions, the two became good friends, and John taught Sun Wuming a lot of experience.

Even though most of them were not used, Sun Wuming still appreciated the kindness.

Later, when John wanted to retire, his former boss Vig issued an impossible task.

Thanks to Sun Wuming's small help, John was able to escape unscathed.

This also made John always grateful to him.

For his recognized friends, Sun Wuming would naturally no longer hide his identity. He revealed his true face after John retired.

He usually changes his appearance to avoid daily troubles, not because he is afraid of anyone.

This also made John doubt his life for a long time. It seems that this Sun Wuming...

Are you really just an elementary school student?

The King of Schoolboy Killers...

This world is outrageous enough.

Chapter 9 Something more terrifying than a fight with Thanos (please give me flowers and votes!)

"Do you need my help?"

Sun Wuming drank his juice in one gulp and asked the middle-aged man in front of him seriously.

When Sun Wuming first discovered the Continental Hotel, he realized that this world also incorporated the worldview of John Wick: Chapter 11.

And John Wick is the protagonist of this plot.

For the sake of a dog, he first killed the gangsters, then dealt with the mafia, and finally almost destroyed the high table affiliated with the Mainland Hotel.

You can mess with John Wick, but you can't mess with his dog.

If it were just an ordinary world, Sun Wuming believed that he could rely on the protagonist's halo and the killing skills that were beyond human limits.

John can also survive the high table.

But this is a fusion world. Even if there are no mutants, there are always all kinds of strange people who obtain inhuman powers through strange ways.

The poor rely on mutation, the rich rely on technology.

Who knows if the Russian gangster John offended has any hidden cards in his hand.

"I appreciate your kindness, Bai."

John Wick shook his head, his eyes full of melancholy and vicissitudes, "But this is my personal matter, I must end it with my own hands."

If you take my life, I will take your life.

John will not use anyone else's hands in this matter.

"Well, if you're in danger, come to my house. You should still remember the address."

"of course."

John raised his glass to express his gratitude, then drank it all in one gulp. After savoring the drink for a moment, he spoke with some sadness.

"The biggest problem now is the clues. Perkins is dead, and I can't find Vig and his useless son."

"Why rush? The person who delivered the clue is here."

Su Wuming snapped his fingers: "Waiter, another glass of orange juice."

"Put it on my account. From now on, all of Mr. Tao Baibai's expenses at the bar will be covered by me. Just consider it as a small apology for the unpleasantness tonight."

An old voice came from behind, and the old man sat down next to John and clinked his glass with him.

"Mr. Wick, I didn't expect to see you again after four years."

"It's nice to see you again, Winston."

The visitor was Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York.

Su Wuming pouted and said, "Here comes the intelligence guy."

Winston smiled slightly. "Indeed, Perkins did something excessive. Even though she has paid the price, it is still the Continental Hotel's fault."

"Please accept this little information, Mr. Wick."

He took out a piece of paper and placed it on the bar. John Wick opened it and saw the address on it, and his expression relaxed a lot.

"Thanks, Winston."

"Bai, I'm going to go back to my room now. You talk to Winston. I'll visit you after I've dealt with my injuries."

Sun Wuming waved his hand and watched John leave.

There were only him and Winston left at the bar, and the waiter had quietly left at some point without anyone noticing.

"Old man, how do you think about what I told you last time?"

"Give me the information of a few high table seat owners, and I'll take them down, and then you can take over and do my work for me."

How much money can one make as a killer? Sun Wuming has read Das Kapital.

Be the boss! Exploit!

Only then can you make big money!

Once Winston, whom he supported, had a seat at the high table, he would gradually erode it, become an elder, and take over the entire high table for himself.

That’s the real way to make money.

What? Why didn't Sun Wuming go up himself?

He is a Saiyan, how can he do such a low-level thing?