undercover manga

"Morning. Erwin."

When he got up early in the morning, the male owner of the Smith family next door greeted Xia Hua with his shirtless body and a bruised nose and face.

Judging from the fact that his wife hadn't gotten up yet, the battle between the two of them yesterday should have been very intense.

Erwin is Xia Hua's name on his face, the name on his file when he was still in the orphanage.

This identity is very innocent, and all information is verifiable.

Everything from education and medical records to insurance and money flow records are detailed.

After all, most of this experience was done by Xia Hua himself.

Even when there is a mission, there will be disguise masters in the organization who will dress up as him and maintain necessary daily activities for him.

Therefore, Erwin's identity can be said to be his greatest disguise and his most useful protective color.

"Good morning."

Xia Hua greeted Smith.

Although the two young couples fight from the head to the end of the bed every day, the newspapers delivered every morning never fall behind.

"It's strange, why hasn't that guy gotten up today?"

John Smith is talking about John Wick who lives on the other side of Shahua.

The sun is beating down on our butts, but there is still no movement at the dog lovers’ house.

Because he has to walk the dog, he is usually the first one to get up.

There was no movement at this time, something must have happened.

"It seems that his dog was unfortunately killed again."

Xia Hua held a moment of silence for the ugly Shar-Pei and said witty remarks.

What I was more curious about was whose unlucky family had offended my evil neighbor.

He and Smith looked at each other and laughed unkindly.

Until the afternoon, Xia Hua, who was about to go out to purchase supplies, saw John Wick returning home, covered in injuries, holding an Erha.

Sure enough...after two months, he changed dogs again.

But this time, the one who was favored by the God of Death was the boss of the three fools on the sleigh, and he didn’t know how long he could last.

"Uncle John, do you need help?"

Seeing him shaking his head, Xia Hua did not lick his face and insist on getting closer.

As a legend in the killer world, he certainly doesn't need others to worry about him. What should be worried about is his enemies.

Just as he was thinking this, Xia Hua heard the sound of falling to the ground and the constant barking of dogs.

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Gunshots.

death.

Each bullet takes away an enemy.

Everything is going well, this is just a gangster with some power, and it cannot take the revenge of the legendary killer-John Wick.

In the world of killers, there is a man called BABAYKA (Night Stalker), and his real name is John Wick.

Some people also call him the King of Killers!

Although he looks cold and taciturn all day long, he is proficient in melee combat and is also good at various long-range firearms.

However, in legendary stories, the king of killers will also meet women who make him attracted.

Because he met his love, he abandoned everything, said goodbye to the world of killers, and lived an ordinary and happy life like the rest of us.

But after his wife died of illness, the dog she left behind was killed by the second generation of black men.

The God of Death, who had already retired, launched a hunt for this ungrateful boy, and even wiped out the entire gang in one fell swoop.

His move also sent an announcement to the world of killers...

Hot guy, he's back!

From then on, no matter how many dogs John Wick brought back, someone would always kill his dogs.

Some are for fame, some are for profit.

Some are just blind and touch things they shouldn't.

And this time, the legendary king of killers also encountered a tough problem.

That's a terrifying enemy that can shoot curved bullets.

If John Wick hadn't been experienced in combat and cleverly used traps, he might have been shot through the head by the bullet that circled behind him.

But even if he killed the opponent, he was shot through the abdomen and suffered serious injuries.

I thought about going home to bandage and heal my injuries, but I didn't expect that I lost too much blood and fell into a coma at the door of my house.

On the bed, the unconscious John Wick suddenly felt a wet touch on his cheek, as if a slug was crawling on his face, and he immediately woke up.

He opened his eyes suddenly, assumed a defensive posture, and instinctively grabbed the living thing in front of him.

At this moment, the man is like a lone wolf looking for food in the wild.

As we all know, wolves that walk alone are more ferocious and terrifying.

"Uh...uh..."

Erha, who was being pinched by the neck, curled up his tail, trembled all over, and whimpered for mercy from his mouth.

Only then did John see clearly that the enemy attacking his face was his newly picked-up dog.

The man quickly let go of his hand and kept stroking the dog's head to calm it down.

But Erha's aggrieved look still made John embarrassed.

What should you do if you almost accidentally kill your own dog?Who will he seek revenge from this time?

After calming down, John struggled to get up from the familiar bed.

The wound on his abdomen had been bandaged, and he didn't know who had done it so skillfully. He actually felt that the wound had scabbed over.

Although it still hurts when I move, I can bear it.

At this moment, a footstep walked up to the second floor from far and near.

Although he was rescued, John still maintained the vigilance of a killer.

One hand went under the pillow and placed it on top of the pistol hidden in the seam of the bed.

In this way, if the person who saved him had ulterior motives, he would also make the other party miserable.

"Squeak..."

The door opened.

An Asian boy walked in.

He has a skin that makes readers feel very immersed in him, and he looks like a handsome boy.

The person who came was none other than Xia Hua.

"Yo, finally woke up."

He brought a bowl of pork liver soup mixed with various tonics and placed it on John's bedside.

John Wick was relieved to see that the visitor was his mysterious neighbor.

The hand that was under the pillow was also taken out.

"You saved me?"

Although this was a fact that could be seen at a glance, John still asked.

Xia Hua nodded, but did not take credit.

"Pork liver soup replenishes blood, drink it yourself."

Seeing that John didn't move, he looked at the soup with a confused expression.

Xia Hua knew that it was because white people were not used to eating offal.

There are many reasons, the most important of which is that America’s food production is too high.

Why eat offal when you have meat?

Moreover, Americans believe that biological internal organs are organs for detoxification and detoxification, and there will be toxin residues.In addition, Western farmers like to use hormones to ripen livestock, which will cause hormone accumulation in the livestock's body, and naturally they are even less willing to eat things like liver.

"This is a free-range native pig. There are absolutely no hormones. Moreover, I soaked the pig liver in water. Don't worry, it won't kill anyone if you eat it."

Seeing that the man in front of him had no intention of taking action, Xia Hua became impatient.

You are a decadent uncle, and you are not a beautiful girl who fell from the sky. You still want me to take care of you.

So he spoke angrily.

"Do you still want me to feed you myself?"