Chapter 195

Wick nodded at the stunned Jerry, sat down, turned to Smith and said, "Hi, Smith."

Smith didn't look back. He just sipped his wine and said lazily, "Hi, John."

"Hi, my name is Jerry, code named weasel. I'm the owner of this bar." Jerry stepped forward with some excitement, "Mr. John wick, you are a legend in our circle. It's a great honor for you to come to my bar. Although a little presumptuous, can we take a picture together? "

Wick smiled reluctantly. "Later, OK? I have something to talk to Smith."

"Help yourself... By the way, what would you like to drink?"

"Just ice water."

"Great. I'll buy this one."

Watching Jerry politely push the huge water cup in front of him, wick twitched slightly in the corners of his eyes, turned to Smith and said, "it's not like your style to hide here and drink so late."

"You're not the same," Smith turned his glass. "How can a good gentleman like you come to such a place?"

Wick said seriously, "I'm looking for you."

Smith was slightly stunned and turned to look at wick: "there are still goals you can't solve?"

Wick shook his head. "It has nothing to do with work."

"It's not about work?" Smith narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice. "Is it a private matter?"

Wick sipped his mouth. "Almost."

"Then I can't help you," sighed Smith, taking another sip of wine. "Now I have a lot of broken things to do."

Jerry came up and said in a low voice, "Smith, he and his wife are separated. Don't think about it. They just sleep in separate rooms."

Smith rolled his eyes. "Thank you for your explanation, Jerry."

"You're welcome, man. Who calls us brothers?"

Jerry thumbed up and his teeth glittered in the light.

"That's the case," said wick, still calm, nodding at Smith. "I'm sorry to hear that. Then I won't bother you. Please continue. "

With that, wick was about to get up and leave.

"Wait," frowned Smith, "I'm a little curious about you leaving like this. What on earth are you looking for me for? Did you go to sleep on the sofa? "

Wick did it again and said, "of course not. I want to ask you for information about an NIA agent."

“NIA？” Smith motioned Jerry to refill his glass of wine and frowned. "You ask what those guys are doing. Isn't there an instruction that you can't take the list involving them in a short time?"

"It has nothing to do with work," wick said in a deep voice. "The agent's name is Sharon. Do you know him well?"

"Poof!"

Smith just took a sip of wine and sprayed it all on Jerry.

Jerry wiped his face awkwardly: "although I use inferior whisky, the reaction is not so big?"

Smith didn't have time to talk to Jerry, turned his head and looked at wick in surprise: "Damn, how do you know that guy?"

Wick frowned and said, "because of something private."

"Well," Smith sighed, snatched the bottle from Jerry's hand, poured himself a glass, poured another glass to wick, sighed, "then I advise you, man, stay away from that guy, the farther the better, and you'd better never meet again."

"Why?" Wick frowned and said, "I secretly inquired. It seems that he has a big background and a strong backing, but there are not many people who know him inside NIA. It seems that he deals with some cases with high confidentiality."

"I don't care about his background. I only know a little. Contact with him will be unlucky for no reason." Smith recalled the picture of meeting Wendigo in the deep mountains and forests. He couldn't help but be inspired, "really, wick, I didn't lie to you. Even if Jane and I had a relationship problem, it was after receiving the list about him. "

Looking at Smith's tangled expression, wick took a breath, pondered for a moment, and whispered, "I believe you, Smith. But the trouble is, I just met him this afternoon. "

Smith immediately looked around vigilantly: "Damn it, you won't lead NIA here?"

Wick shook his head. "Don't worry, there's a tail behind me."

But Smith's expression still didn't relax. He frowned and said, "what are you doing to see him?"

"You think I'm willing to deal with NIA. Who asked me to be a fashion designer?" wick was also a little excited. "He directly asked me to go by name. Can I not go?"

Smith reached out and touched Wick's chest. He said in a deep voice, "make a quick decision. When it's done, don't contact him again."

Wick smiled bitterly, took up his glass and took a sip: "but I saw the guy's face and seemed to recognize me."

"Recognition is also normal. After all, you are too famous in our circle." Smith laughed, "a big tree catches the wind. The gun hits the head bird."

Wick looked cold. "Do you think he's dangerous?"

"Danger? Very dangerous, very dangerous. " Smith shook his head and said, "although I can't tell you the specific details of my work, I can tell you that I tried at least three actions, but all my actions failed inexplicably, and I almost broke in myself."

Smith took a sip of wine and said with gnashing teeth: "especially the last time, my wife was still on the scene. As a result, there was a car explosion nearby for no reason, which almost took us together. As a result, the employer died and the list was cancelled for no reason. "

Smith sighed: "I've worked for so many years. We've known each other for more than ten years. When did we meet such an inexplicable job?"

Wick didn't speak. He just picked up his glass, silently touched Smith, and drank it.

"By the way, John, when will you get married?"

"There is no fixed date, but it should be fast. Helen is worried about it. I don't care."

"You found a good woman... Man, as a married man, I solemnly give you a suggestion. Wash your hands in a golden basin. It's too painful to do this again after marriage. "

"... besides, come on, have another drink..."

Two big men, who didn't even have a plate of peanuts in front of them, sat at the counter and drank. Even if Jerry's wine was mixed with water, he couldn't stand drinking like this. He mixed white, yellow and red.

When wick and Smith helped each other out of the bar, they both drank almost. Fortunately, wick was sober and knew that he could no longer drive. But there is no taxi nearby, but the subway station is across the road.

After looking at the time, wick vaguely remembered Helen saying that there was the last subway at midnight. So he just helped Smith and staggered to the subway station.

While walking, Smith was still talking drunk.

"John, man, I'm not going home tonight."

"Okay, okay, you go back to my house, okay?"

"Back to what home? Let's continue to find a place and stay drunk."

"OK, let's go home, wash our faces, change our clothes, and then go out, OK?"

Wick some helpless Smith, effortlessly walked down the subway, just as the train slowly pulled into the platform. After holding Smith into the carriage, wick habitually glanced left and right, and just saw a expressionless suit man sitting at the other end of the carriage.

He held a black suitcase tightly in his hand.