Chapter 193

"What? Nothing? "

Scoff looked helplessly at the female police officer in front of him, reached out and threw the picture taken last night on the desktop: "how do you explain that?"

The female police officer picked up the picture, looked at it, frowned and said, "what's the matter? What does this picture show? "

Scoff said reluctantly, "I saw with my own eyes that it was the man who smashed the girl with a hammer in his hand."

"But Mr. scoff, after receiving your alarm, we stopped the train and searched all the carriages. I didn't find any abnormalities, no blood, no body, and I didn't find the man in your picture. "

The policewoman sighed, put down the picture and said, "I understand your mood, Mr. scoff. But now we can only deal with it as an ordinary case of disappearance... Of course, we will also investigate this man. Thank you for your clues. If you need anything else, we'll contact you again. "

"Hum, I'm afraid I'll never contact again."

Scoff got up and hurried away from the police station. The hot sun made him dizzy. He reached into his coat pocket and just touched the business card Sharon gave him yesterday.

Take it out and look. Scoff hesitated. After a while, he sneered, clutched it into a ball, and threw it into the garbage can.

"The crows in the world are generally black. What about NIA? It's different. It just wastes taxpayers' money and doesn't work."

Scoff mumbled and left.

But he didn't know that what he lost was not only a business card, but almost lost his life and his girlfriend's life.

In a dark and dirty bar, an ugly and ferocious old maozi is confronting a fat white man. Behind him are five gunmen with guns.

"Tarasov, I'll make it clear. I'll order your garage."

The white man reached out and knocked hard on the table.

The old man disdained to smile and said, "why? With your dozen broken guns? Hayes, stop dreaming. If you annoy our Tarasov family, you will be in a hurry. "

With a smile, Hayes opened his coat and revealed the grenade inside: "I hope Hayes can lay such a big territory in New York in just a few months because I dare to work hard. what about you? Tarasov, dare you and your men? "

Tarasov said reluctantly, "no, mainly because of the severe crackdown some time ago, everyone didn't see you in general."

"Hahaha..." Hayes laughed. "A bunch of bullshit NIA agents scared you like this. They claimed to be big guys one by one. I said it today, Tarasov, if your garage doesn't give it to me, you won't want to get out of here today. "

Tarasov sighed and said, "well, Hayes, I can't decide this. But I have brought a representative who can talk to you about it on behalf of my brother. "

Then he patted his hands twice.

The door of the bar opened and John wick stepped in.

Hayes made a gesture. His two men immediately came forward, stopped wick, searched carefully up and down, and let him go after confirming that he was not armed.

"Are you heath?" Wick sat down at the round table, reached into his coat pocket and took out a checkbook and a pencil. "Boss Vita entrusted me to exchange cash for your friendship."

With that, wick picked up his pencil, wrote a string of numbers on the check and pushed it to Hayes: "are you satisfied with this number?"

Heath glanced and sneered, "Vita is sending beggars? Want me to give up the garage, at least that number! "

He gave a slap and then turned back and forth.

Wick nodded, reached out and gently clasped the pencil head. "It's easy to say the price. It's just syes. I have a question to ask. Malbas, Randall, marollan... These people should be your little brothers? "

Heath nodded and said coldly, "yes, what do you mean by mentioning them?"

"Nothing. I just heard that these people attacked agent NIA on the subway last night and were arrested by the police."

"I know," said Heath triumphantly, "you are indeed my brother, and working is atmosphere. You're all afraid of NIA, but we're not afraid. "

Wick blew the pencil scraps he pulled out, looked at the dark nib, and then said, "but I heard that they were arrested by the police for molesting and insulting passing female passengers on the subway."

"Nonsense, how could my brother do that?" Xies suddenly patted the table and shouted fiercely, "besides, even if we do it, we should have the momentum of mixing gangs."

"That damn woman, she must have called the police. When I find out her identity, I will do her hard and do her in front of her man! "

Heath looked at wick with a ferocious face: "what do you say? This... By the way, I haven't asked your name yet? "

"John, John wick," wick smiled faintly, "by the way, the female passenger you molested is my fiancee!"

The pencil in his hand suddenly ran through the pupil of his right eye and directly into the brain stem. At the same time, wick got up like lightning, twisted the neck of one of Hayes's men, grabbed the gun in the other's hand, and fired at the other four men.

"Bang Bang..."

Four shots, four bodies.

Only then did Tarasov and his men react. Looking at the body of heath with a pencil in his eyes, and looking at the graceful wick who didn't even have a drop of blood on his body, they couldn't help swallowing saliva at the same time.

"Mr. Tarasov, I'll leave the scene to you."

Wick nodded at Tarasov. Tarasov hurriedly said, "no problem. Just give it to me here."

Wick took out his handkerchief, wiped the pistol clean, threw it aside on the body, and then walked out of the bar.

"Terrible, it's terrible. One pencil, one pencil, can you imagine? Madder, it's scary to imagine "

Tarasov murmured.

As soon as wick walked out of the bar, his mobile phone rang. Looking at the strange call, he frowned and hesitated for a while, but still connected: "Hello, I'm John wick... Miss Tina, is Mr. Sharon free this afternoon? OK, see you in the afternoon! "

After hanging up the phone, wick felt helpless and breathed a long breath.

To tell the truth, people like him, who were killed from a sea of corpses, were not afraid of anyone. But somehow, wick didn't want to have too much contact with the NIA agent named Sharon.

It's not because of each other's identity, but wick always has a feeling that he is overlooking himself. It seems that he already knows his future and his every move.

"I heard that guy Smith has dealt with him. Why don't you ask him for information?"

Wick said in his heart.