the end of the heavens

"Winston, if you are looking for me to kill this monster, then you should hire someone else."

John Wick had a strange expression on his face: "It's not that I admit cowardice, but that I really don't want to die."

"Don't worry, I never had such thoughts. Well, maybe I did at first, but now, more than anyone else, I hope that Officer Russell can live well."

While Winston was talking, his deputy Caron pushed the door and walked in. After apologizing, he put the latest file on the desk.

"Here it is again, let me see what happened this time."

Winston put on his reading glasses, his expression changed slightly, he handed the document to John Wick, and sighed, "John, an old friend of yours has passed away, so my condolences change."

According to the latest information from Rome, the Dantonio crime family was wiped out in the castle of the territory, and two direct members of the family were confirmed dead.

Gianna Dantonio, the patriarch of the family, was also one of the twelve managers of the High Table. Her death reduced the number of remaining high-level tables to 612.

The once powerful High Table organization, half of its leaders were killed, turned from glory to downhill, just because it blew off a New York policeman's award ceremony.

It's too bad, it is estimated that the remaining six high-level executives want to die.

"Gianna, she was killed too"

John Wick reminisces about the past, closes his eyes and holds back his grief. This day will happen sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so suddenly.

Jingle Bell

The cell phone rang, a call from Moscow, Winston looked at it and ignored it.

The Continental Hotel over there is closed, the manager is nowhere to be found, and the local gang's high table manager is terrified. When Jaina dies, it's his turn to be next, but he really doesn't want to die.

"Winston, won't you answer your cell phone?"

"Don't worry about it, it's just a dying person."

Winston turned on the phone, with a tone of uncontrollable complacency: "Mr. Leonid from Moscow is the guy who likes to interrupt others roughly, and now he calls me dozens of times a day. I don't care about him."

"Uh, if I remember correctly, Mr. Leonid is one of the twelve managers, is that really good?" John Wick struggled.

"What does it matter, tomorrow I should see the photo of his headshot."

Winston shrugged comfortably, enjoying the current feeling very much: "I can't help him, I can't contact Officer Russell, his fate can only be a dead end. Maybe he can organize thousands of people to be buried with him, or order a big Ivan End your own life prematurely."

While talking, Winston became interested, connected the phone and spoke a lot of Russian.

The general idea is that he tried many times, but he couldn't get in touch with Russell, and he couldn't stop Russell from continuing to kill. He persuaded Leonid to think about it, and in the last few hours of his life, do something meaningful, such as vodka.

Drunk is a good choice!

John Wick has black lines all over his face. He is from Belarus and can understand Russian. He feels that Winston is a bit skinny now, and he has let himself go.

"Come on, John, I invite you to dinner to celebrate the further fall of the old dynasty."

"Uh, okay!"

Bang!

Just as the two got up, the office door was violently kicked open. The deputy, Caron, hurriedly pulled out the pistol from his waist, and when he saw the intruder, he swished the gun back into his belt.

Ding

The host contacts the plot character John Wick, which triggers the lottery. Do you want to draw now?

"Officer Russell, are you back?"

Winston froze for a moment, then hurriedly put on a humble smiling face, and quickly reached out to meet him.

Russell didn't intend to shake hands, and Winston wasn't embarrassed either, and stretched out his hand to lead to the high-end sofa: "It's been hard for you these days, please sit down."

Russell didn't speak, and looked at John Wick suspiciously. It wasn't Constantine or Neo. He judged that it was related to the High Table Legs organization and belonged to the protagonist in the plot.

He tried to think about the direction of the plot that he didn't get into, and thought that he might disturb John Wick to pretend to be aggressive, so he was embarrassed.

Russell saw that John Wick was neither standing nor sitting, and stretched out his hand in embarrassment: "Hello, Mr. Police Officer, I am John Wick."

Russell stretched out his hand and shook it: "Don't say you are a killer, or I will arrest you."

"Uh, no."

John Wick shook his head, he didn't lie, the killer was a thing of the past, now he is a widower who lost his wife, and an otaku who lives with a dog.

"Officer Russell, it's rare to come here, why don't we have dinner together?"

Winston suggested with a smile that he was going to take a picture of himself and Russell dining together, and whoever dared to bb with him loudly in the future, he would show the picture.

"Not interested, I'll pick up my car." Russell said weakly.

The Roman cathedral and his party disappointed him deeply. He pretended to be an angel wandering outside. The wanderer was eager to return home and asked the believers to help open the gate of heaven.

Indescribable!

Anyway, when he left, there was a lot of wailing in the church, and a dozen old men with white beards were howling and crying, and the scene was very miserable.

Winston's heart skipped a beat, and he asked tentatively: "Officer Russell, may I ask, what do you mean by coming to pick up the car, and you don't plan to continue?"

"No, I'm bored."

Russell glanced at Winston: "Why, are you disappointed?"

"No, this is your decision, and I personally support it very much. By the way, the High Table Conference unconditionally surrendered to you four days ago, but you have not been able to be contacted."

"is it?"

Russell took out his mobile phone from his pocket, thousands of missed calls, 90.00% of them were from unknown numbers, from all over the world.

"Tsk, there are too many advertisements for unfamiliar numbers, especially numbers with international calls. I never answer them."

"you are right!"

"I'm not really interested in whether or not I surrendered, I just want to know if I've been reinstated and my investiture."

"Don't worry, the high table, no, the high leg meeting has been arranged for you."

Winston replied with a smile, not only the awarding ceremony, but also the previous bad remarks were all cleaned up, the power of capital bombarded him indiscriminately, and rainbow farts against Russell can be seen everywhere on the Internet. He probably would feel a little embarrassed when he saw it. .

Of course, it is also possible to accept it frankly.

"Then I'm fine."

Russell nodded, and looked at Winston with disdain: "To be honest, the name of the leg raising organization is terrible. I would definitely not join such a weird organization."