American comic witcher

John Wick abandoned his car and walked when he was 2 miles away from the factory. If he drove close, the sound of the engine and lights would easily give him away.

As a killer, he doesn't just kill people recklessly. If he can kill with one shot from a distance, why kill at close range? He also needs to save his life to accompany his wife for medical treatment.

John Wick got out of the car and walked nearly a mile.

Observe the terrain and pick a suitable sniper position.

All of this naturally found the most suitable position, just like instinct.

This location is about more than a mile away from the slaughterhouse. It should have been a small factory in the past, but this factory had an abandoned water tower, and the damaged side of the water tower faced the slaughterhouse.

He already knew the specific location of the target at this moment, because the fire was very conspicuous in the dark night, and the water tower was facing the fire.

Water tower gun.

Measure distance.

Calculate wind speed.

Adjust the deviation.

Calmly, for the sake of accuracy, he did not choose to aim at the head, which was too difficult, but aimed at the body.

There is actually no difference. A 12.7-caliber bullet hitting the body will instantly tear the target into pieces.

Target one, a man with white hair and red clothes.

John Wick pulled the trigger without any fluctuation in his heart, just like he had fired countless times before. There was no difference, but he didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the target glanced in his direction.

The 12.7mm shot out instantly, spinning and shooting towards the white-haired man.

hit.

wrong

The man's reaction after being shot was wrong.

When John picked up the high-power telescope to observe again, the three people had disappeared.

John immediately packed up his firearms and jumped off the water tower to run away.

just

five minutes ago.

Dante complained as he picked his teeth.

Complaining about Aken's waste, complaining about why the second wave of Calabash Babies hasn't come yet.

By the way, he made the toothpick from a random tree branch by himself. After being influenced by Maitreya for such a long time, and having the very adaptable hell fire, it was still possible to make a toothpick if he couldn't make a magic weapon.

I just don’t know if the person who originally created this amazing skill would be so angry that he would live and die again if he knew that Dante used this method to make toothpicks.

"uh-huh"

Dante suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong? I've eaten enough to fill you up."

"You eat so much and you still have the nerve to say I'm full."

"I'm growing, aren't I?"

Aken responded coyly.

"Stop disgusting me. The second wave of gourd babies is here and they are watching us from a distance."

Aken was stunned: "Why didn't I notice it?"

He is at least about a mile away from here. Your mental power can cover such a wide area. You think you are a radar.

"How do you know a mile?"

Dante smiled: "Talent, as long as someone with ill intentions toward me stares at me, I will feel something. The deeper the malice, the stronger the feeling. This guy probably wants to snipe us from a distance, so I guess he needs to use his shield." It’s a large-caliber sniper rifle.”

As Dante explained, he controlled his magic power to form a magic shield to protect his whole body.

Aken and Maitreya also raised mind shields and Qi shields.

"Let's make a bet on who he shoots first. How about risking the loss?"

Akenyao suggested with interest.

"How to bet"

"Let's bet on who he shoots first. Whoever guesses correctly wins. You can ask the other two people to do one thing unconditionally. I bet he shoots me first."

Aken explained and placed a bet on himself.

Dante smiled: "I can't be a scumbag, so I'll bet on myself."

Miroku turned to look at Aken and then at Dante.

"Do I have no choice?"

Aken: "No, you can suppress any one of us, or you can suppress yourself."

Maitreya: "Then I'll press"

Before Maitreya finished speaking, a bullet hit Dante directly in the chest.

He forcefully pushed Dante back a few steps before he stabilized his body.

"Mom, it hurts so much. Okay, I won. Now go catch the gourd baby and collect your bet when you come back."

Dante said while rubbing his chest.

The three bored people actually endured a sniper shot just for a bet, which was unprecedented.

Seeing Dante being hit by a bullet, Aken suddenly felt like he was mourning and angrily ejected in the direction of the bullet.

At the speed at which the three of them were running at full speed, the distance of a mile was only a matter of seconds. When John Wick packed up his sniper rifle and jumped off the water tower, Dante and the other three were already waiting for him under the tower.

Seeing the elusive three people, John knew that he was finished. He did not resist, but just looked at the three people calmly.

Murderers are always killed.

He didn't feel anything was wrong, it was just that he couldn't accompany his lover on the last journey.

"Handsome guy" Dante sighed.

"Old handsome guy." Aken said disdainfully.

"Haha, he's more handsome than me." Maitreya didn't care.

Dante and the other three commented on the appearance of the killer in front of them.

The killer looked to be in his thirties or forties, his hair was meticulously combed, his face was cold and handsome, and he was expressionless. He was not afraid of the appearance of the three men.

"Wait a minute, what's your name?"

The more Dante looked at the man in front of him, the more he looked familiar. Dante swore he had seen him somewhere.

"John Wick."

Dante had a flash of inspiration, right?

Isn't this the same night devil who killed a New Yorker over a dog and then went to Rome to kill him?

"You, you, your nickname is Night Devil?"

John Wick calmly replied: "That's right."

Dante's mind suddenly became hot and he remembered an idea.

Dante asked knowingly: "You are the killer"

"Yes."

"Want to live or die"

"Want to live."

"If you want to live, promise me a condition and I'll let you go. How about that?"

John pondered for a while: "What conditions."

"Give me your commonly used weapons, and I will help you modify them. From now on, you can only use my modified weapons to kill people."

"why"

"You just have to answer whether I agree or disagree."

"agree."

"That's good, bring all your weapons and come to me at the Devil May Cry office on 12th Street in Manhattan tomorrow."

John Howe agreed without hesitation, because he didn't want to die, at least not now. It would be fine if he was just asked to use a specific weapon to work, but he just didn't understand why the person in front of him did this.

Dante's idea is very simple. Since "Light & Shadow" and "Azure Rose" refined by hellfire can collect red souls, other weapons should also be able to collect red souls. The man in front of him who can fuck a Continental Hotel for a dog is not as good as him. If he uses it rationally and refines his weapons, he can earn soul stones while lying down.

Dante has even started to think about whether he should change his career to become an arms dealer, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt that it would hurt Tianhe.

The weapon refined by Hellfire kills no one, and I feel that it is not the offspring, but the soul. It doesn't matter if it falls into John's hands. He is a gang killer, and he is also dealing with gang members, and he may face off against the Continental Hotel in the future. , so Dante made a lot of money.

But it would be troublesome if the weapons fell into the hands of others. If your weapons killed civilians and wiped out the souls of ordinary people, this would still be a bit harmful to the world, so in the future it would be better to have them refined by others.

Thinking of this, Dante suddenly remembered a ruthless anti-hero. If he could find him, he would also make a lot of money.

He is Frank Custer, the Punisher.