Accidentally provoked the whole world

Chapter 42 Please don't play tricks behind my back

Thinking of the person who signed the contract with him ten years ago, Michael shuddered and kept shaking his head: "Don't force me, I don't know, I don't know anything!"

The woman in red winked.

One of his men immediately punched Michael.

The woman in red: "I'll let you tell."

Michael put his heart to one side, roared suddenly, hugged the subordinate who was violent to him, grabbed the gun and pointed it at himself, and pulled the trigger...

Bang bang bang!
Michael fell down, a look of relief on his face.

"I'm sorry, I...I didn't expect him to commit suicide." His subordinates quickly confessed.

The woman in red waved her hand and sighed, what kind of existence could make Michael cover up at the cost of his life.

She stepped aside, took out her pocket watch facing the setting sun, and flipped off the cover.

Inside the pocket watch is a family portrait.

She kissed the family portrait, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on her face, coupled with the unique aristocratic atmosphere, she looked particularly sacred.

"Family, I have completed most of what you asked me to do. The executioner Damocles Company is about to be acquired by me, and the villain named 'Black Caesar' will soon go to hell. I will atone for your sins. Without the ability, he was allowed to live for ten more years... Now only the mastermind behind it is left, don't worry, I will definitely find out."

The woman in red tightly held the pocket watch.

A blood debt must be paid with blood.

……

American.

Los Angeles, private practice.

Miles: "Old man, it is necessary for me to tell you that although I used to be an authority in heart and brain surgery, heart transplantation still has great risks. I need to confirm again whether you really want to do it. This surgery?"

"Of course," John lay on the operating table, "Myers, I believe you can do it, you are my God, come on, take courage!"

With the [derivation of the devil] abnormal feature, John would not die at all, and the efficiency of that man-made thing is getting lower and lower, and it may stop in the next second, so he must replace it with his original heart.

"OK." Miles exhaled, and glanced at Old Pan who was on the operating table next to him. The old man was airlifted back by John at the customer service department of the InterContinental Hotel at a sky-high price of two gold coins, and had already been given general anesthesia.

The counterfeit man-made things were returned to him. As for how long the old man could live with the counterfeit goods, that was not something John wanted to consider.

One hundred years old should be dead, right?You still insist on cutting my heart, and go to the old cow to gnaw the young grass, I'm not ashamed!Disrespect for the old.

Miles: "Eileen, give John an injection."

The black girl female assistant took a needle tube from the cart and pierced it into the skin.

John twitched, and he managed to avoid crying out, otherwise it would be too embarrassing, the dignified "Black Caesar" was pricked and cried, who would believe it?
Before crossing, he was afraid of injections, but he could take medicine and never get stabbed.

Even if the physique is superb now, the nature cannot be changed.

Miles: "Old man, don't worry, have a good sleep, and when you wake up, everything will be fine."

John nodded.

But after waiting for a long time, I didn't feel sleepy.

John: "Myers, your anesthetics are fake?"

"What?" Miles shook his head, "Impossible, I am genuine, original, and the dose is enough to allow adults to sleep deeply for more than three hours."

John: "Then why don't I feel anything?"

Miles slapped his forehead and said, "I know. Your physique is different from ordinary people, and all indicators are much higher. You must have been exposed to something and mutated..."

Mutations?Maybe... I ate the glands of the one-eyed monster and gained the [derivation of the devil] feature, and my body is no longer human-like.

Miles: "Eileen, continue to increase the dose, increase it by ten times... no, increase it by twenty times!"

Erin: "Miles, are you really kidding? That would put the old man to sleep forever."

Miles: "Of course it's not a joke. Our John insists. Give him a needle."

The needle is inserted into the skin.

John jerks again!

Tie again!

Twitch again.

I twitched five times in a row and almost collapsed.

Finally, John's eyelids began to fight and became heavy...

……

Washington DC.

Damocles Corporation Headquarters.

The woman in red sat at the conference table and said to a fat white man wearing glasses in front of her: "Brut, your Apocalypse Fund under Damocles Company already owes a huge debt of 900 million US dollars. If it cannot be repaid by the end of the month, your entire company will be merged into our family business.”

The fat white man is the current president of Damocles Company, the top leader Brutt, and has a large number of employees including John Wick, who is about to officially retire.

Brut wielded a sword in his hand, which was the company's treasure, the Sword of Damocles.

Chi!
The sword was inserted (*) deeply into the conference table.

Brute: "I'm sorry, Ms. Antonio, but the $900 million owed by our company's fund is not a debt, but income."

The woman in red made a listening expression.

Bruter: "More than 900% of the US$[-] million goes to our employees' retirement funds, and our employee contracts have a very clear clause that stipulates that if an employee dies due to an accident in the line of duty or other forms of accidents, the employee's death will be All benefits belong to the company."

The woman in red: "You mean..."

Brut: "The company will try to eliminate the employees who are about to retire, so the pension will naturally belong to the company. Vivienne, report the situation of our employees who are about to retire to Ms. Antonio."

Vivienne, a woman in her thirties, is the general manager and second in command of Damocles Company. Her lips are painted as red as blood and her curly hair is dyed light purple.

She retrieved a file and immediately read out: "John Wick reached retirement age three days ago, with a retirement amount of 820 and three point four dollars. Marcus Anderson reached retirement age three days later, with a retirement amount of 520 Seventy-nine thousand eighty-eight dollars, sixty-eight point five dollars. Mil Fergus..."

Brute smiled and said, "Ms. Antonio, John and Marcus alone have a combined income of nearly 500 million US dollars, especially John Wick..."

"John Wick? Haha..." The woman in red sneered, "If you want to deal with him, please do it as soon as possible and before the end of the month. Also, Brut, I hope you understand the fact that our Antonio family is interested in Things cannot escape. You might as well think about your escape. If you handle this matter well, I can guarantee that no matter what the outcome is, you can still sit in this position and take care of yourself. "

The woman in red leaves.

"Fake! Damn Pinkie!" Brut, the fat man, cut the conference table in two with his sword. "Vivian, I leave the matter of John Wick to you. Contact him as soon as possible."

Vivian: "Brut, I don't think this is a good idea, you'd better give him the money. 'Black Caesar' is a legend, the team that was sent to the ice field last time..."

Brutt: "Not a good idea? So what can you do to save the company more than 820 million dollars? If not, shut up your stinky mouth, just like that stinky Peach named Antonio! According to I mean to do it, send that old guy to die!"

Vivian sighed and could only obey.

(End of this chapter)