Marvel's Father Earth

"Hmm~"

John Wick, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the strange environment around him. But then he thought of his current situation and wanted to get up immediately, but he let out a cry of pain and lay down on the bed again. This was Only then did he realize that he was covered in bandages, but the wounds were already scarred, the blood stains all over his body had been cleaned, and he had put on new clothes.

In the haze, I heard the conversation coming from outside the door.

"Sir, is it really okay for us to take him in?"

"Why not? It's fun, isn't it? As soon as I got back, something interesting came to me."

"...Didn't you say you miss Lady Athena?"

"Did you say anything just now?"

"I didn't say anything!"

"Ah, very good."

The conversation ended, the door was opened, and John Wick saw the two people walking in.

"……thanks."

After hearing this, Malin sighed, he was indeed [Nightmare] John Wick, the ruthless character who killed people with a pencil and could kill an entire family just for a dog.

He didn't ask where this place was, who he was, why he saved him...

It was just a direct thank you, so decisive.

"You're welcome."

"I have to go, otherwise..."

"You should lie down. You have 24 stab wounds, 12 gunshot wounds, 4 serious collision injuries, 5 broken ribs, and other minor cracks in other bones. Don't say you can't move at all now, even if If you can move, you will only die if you go out like this." Maierin said bluntly as he sat aside.

"...Someone wants to kill me, and I have to leave." John Wick also knew how serious his injuries were. If it weren't for his perseverance and strong desire to survive, he would have died long ago.

"If you are worried about the people who are chasing you, don't worry. You have been in a coma for three days. There have been several waves of people who came to cause trouble, but they were all driven away. So as long as you don't leave this house, no one should come. Looking for trouble for you," Myr'in said.

"Uh...thank you."

"You're welcome, who told you to fall in front of my house? Garen, prepare some food for him."

"Yes, my lord."

Gallon took a deep look at John Wick and left the room. In his perception, John Wick's small universe was filled with scarlet blood. The number of lives he carried on his body was probably not small, even if he was a top-level person at this moment [Cross 】No one can compare to him.

Under the blood is a solid castle, and inside the castle is warmth and happiness.

This is a very contradictory person, a ruthless and cruel murderer, but he uses it to hide some light deep in his heart.

"Can you tell me your names?" John Wick asked.

"Myr'in, his name is Garon."

"Myr'in... Galleon... thank you."

"You've thanked me many times, so there's no need to be so polite, Mr. Wick."

When John Wick saw Merin directly calling him by name, he subconsciously determined that Merin was the killer who wanted to kill him. He wanted to roll off the bed and looked for a weapon to resist, but found that Merin's hands were so light. The ground was placed on his chest, and he felt no strength at all, but he couldn't move.

"Relax, Mr. Wick, if I really want to kill you, why should I save you?"

John Wick immediately figured this out and lay peacefully on the bed.

"Eat something later and recover well. Here, you don't have to worry about someone killing you while you sleep." Myron patted John Wick on the shoulder and said, then turned and left.

John Wick looked at Myron's leaving figure, thoughtfully.

……

"My lord, he is asleep."

"Well, let him have a good rest."

"But sir, those people outside." Garen glanced out the window and his expression became unhappy.

This community was bought by Howard. Like the Brooklyn side, there are no bars, shopping malls or other entertainment venues nearby, so there won't be many people staying nearby except passers-by.

But after rescuing John Wick home, the neighborhood became a lot more lively. It seemed like passers-by were coming and going, but this group of passers-by almost kept wandering back and forth in this block, with no intention of leaving at all. Keep an eye on their house.

On the first day after John Wick was rescued, people came to the door. Some concealed their identities and did not intend to affect others, some sneaked in in the middle of the night, and some even forced their way in to kill Merin and Garon. .

But without exception, the people who entered the house never went out again, and they never even saw the body.

The lives of Maierin and Garen remained the same, without any changes.

This strange situation also frightened the killers, so they did not go directly to the door to die. Some may be seeking information, some may be waiting for the opportunity when Merin and Gallon are not at home, and more people are waiting for John ·Wick walked out of the house.

They didn't come to stir up trouble, but that didn't mean Garen could accept the life of being targeted by dozens of malicious targets. If it hadn't been for Merin's permission, this neighborhood would have been a river of blood.

"Garen, don't always think about fighting and killing. We are warriors on the side of justice."

"But sir, they are not good people. Killing them can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people, right?" Garen retorted.

"……and then?"

"Then... won't you be clean?" Garen said, scratching his hair.

"Alas..." Maier facepalmed. Garen was indeed very talented in combat and had a great fighting mind, but... when it came to other aspects, it was simply hard to look at him.

"If you kill them all, first the police will come to your door, then the Bureau of Investigation, Intelligence Bureau, etc. will come to your door, then representatives of various governments will come, and then..."

"And then..." After hearing this, Garen's forehead began to sweat. How could this be pure? ?It’s more “lively”!

"Then Peggy and the others are here. Have you figured out how to deal with her complaints?" Myron glanced at Garen and asked.

"Uh... Sir, I listen to you." Garen immediately gave up his plan to kill all the killers outside.

"Just wait, the road exploration is almost done, and three days is enough for them to collect some information. Someone who can speak the truth should be here soon." Merin took a calm sip of coffee and said.

"……Yes."

"Okay, you don't have to worry about things here. Your vacation is over and it's time to go to work. Tony, the inconsiderate boss, complained, and you, a new employee, asked for leave on the first day of work."

"Uh... I was... okay..." Garen originally wanted to quibble, but after sensing the "kindness" in Myr's eyes, he subconsciously shut up.

I made a lot of mistakes. You are right, sir. It was all my fault. Well, I learned.

As expected by Maierin, within two days, the judge from [High Table] came to the door. She was still the cold, capable, inch-haired woman in Maierin's memory, and behind her was a bald neon lady. People are also acquaintances.

"Mr. Maier, I have to say that you have done a great job in intelligence work. Even our intelligence system cannot find out your exact identity." The judge said.

"Really? Why don't I remember that I have done these things?" Maier raised his eyebrows and pretended to be confused.

This sentence is half true and half false. The truth is that Maierin has never deliberately hidden his identity. The lie is that he knows that if he doesn't hide it, Peggy and the others will help hide it.

"Really? Then this information...should help you recall."

The current judge is not yet sure of Merin's true identity. She only thinks that he has considerable influence and it would be best if he avoids enmity. However, she has never felt that there is any influence that can compare with the [High Table].

Apart from anything else, the Continental Hotel in [High Table] is recognized as the safest hotel in the world. No one dares to do anything there, including high-ranking officials from various countries, otherwise they will be treated like John Wick forever. Endless pursuit.

There are their people everywhere in the world, spies, killers, weapons arsenals, etc...

Maybe the pancake stand owner you bought breakfast on the roadside today is a killer or an intelligence agent.

So she still held her head high and looked like she was in control.

Merin read the information she handed over carefully. He had not paid attention to it before, but now he had time to see what kind of identities Peggy and the others had made up for themselves.

"Pfft~ Hahaha... Good guys, they really have good intentions." You don't know this, but when you look at it... Maier couldn't help laughing.

"Is there any problem? Mr. Merin." The judge asked with some displeasure.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it. I'm not laughing at you. It's really impressive to be able to find so many." Merin praised.

"Of course."

"But... take a look at this first. I was born in Kentucky and grew up in a cowboy family... It's interesting, isn't it? Where do I have the boldness of a cowboy?"

For some reason, the judge actually looked at Merin carefully and agreed with Merin's point of view.

"And this, I am an elite child of a large Washington conglomerate family...Although I am not short of money, I am not like a descendant of a large consortium. At least I don't like them to play casually; and this..."

Malin complained one by one, and there were more than twenty in total. They were all fake identities that Peggy and the others had fabricated for Malin. The most interesting one was that Tony was a distant relative, his cousin. , this will really put gold on your own face.

"Okay, Mr. Merin, let's get down to business." The judge suddenly came back to her senses and said. She was a little shocked that she had unknowingly fallen into the opponent's rhythm and completely ignored the business. .

"Okay, so you two, what do you do for a living?" Maierin asked, spreading his hands.

"John Wick is the first target of the [High Table]. Please hand him over to us." The judge said straight to the point.

"Well...what if I say no?"

A mysterious smile appeared on Myron's lips, but the temperature of the air in the room dropped sharply.