I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

After Hattie finished everyone, John slowly came up in the elevator.

"Are you talking about women's self-defense?"

The killer lying on the ground didn't know whether he was dead or alive. Hattie strangled the last man unconscious with his legs.

John walked over to the coffee machine and pressed the on button.

The coffee machine was running, and John said, "I remember it was written on your resume."

Hattie stood up and pulled off the skirt that had been torn in the hand-to-hand combat, revealing two long white legs.

"I'm still a member of the Gun Association." Wiping the blood on her face, she walked to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of cold beer as if she were at home.

"Bangdang."

Use a pistol as a bottle opener.

She opened the beer and took a sip. The foam of the beer exploded in her mouth, and she finished the bottle quickly.

By this time John's coffee was ready.

He shrugged, "That makes sense."

He took out his cell phone and dialed, "Thirteen dinners."

After hanging up the phone, John leaned on the table, and Hattie said at this time: "Not all are dead."

"I know."

John slowly took out a wrapped tool bag from the cabinet on the coffee machine and opened it. There were strange cutters and potions inside.

His slender fingers stroked the silverware that emitted a cold light, and finally rested on a silver reagent bottle.

Taking it out, he walked over to a living person.

Hattie crossed her arms and glanced at the tool bag.

She frowned slightly.

"Come on, it's time for Dalang to take medicine."

John lovingly picked up one of the assassins and helped him up the steps.

Open the silver reagent bottle and, as gracefully as a sommelier, draw out three drops of clear liquid from the dropper.

The palm shook the killer's head.

"Enervate"

Three drops of liquid entered his mouth, and the killer immediately woke up from his coma and smashed his mouth.

He gasped for air. In the fight just now, his ribs were broken by Hattie.

When he saw John, he couldn't control his mouth and blurted out, "John Wick?!"

"When you wake up, tell the truth." John said.

"Don't even think about me...Wilson Fisk asked me to assassinate you."

The killer wanted to show his loyalty, but the next second he couldn't control his mouth to speak truthfully.

He couldn't believe it and tried desperately to keep his mouth shut, but he kept telling the truth.

As he talked, his mind became increasingly cloudy and his consciousness became unclear.

When he got to the back, foam was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he was talking about everything he knew in a delirious state.

John took his cell phone and recorded everything, then calmly put away his cell phone.

"What's that?" Hattie asked. "Veritaserum?"

"It can also be understood this way." John kicked the dead killer down, walked to the other living person, and poured the truth serum potion into it.

"This stuff is very powerful. With just three drops, even the darkest secrets in your heart will be revealed."

"But there are also disadvantages." John looked at the missing half bottle of Veritaserum and smiled, "An overdose can cause death."

Hattie watched in silence as the survivors died, while John recorded all their words while alive.

There was half a bottle of Veritaserum left, and John placed it back in his tool bag.

Tapping his fingers on his phone, John edited the message and clicked to send it.

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang and John opened the door.

The old man smiled and took off his hat, "We meet again, John."

"I really wish I could get you a membership, but unfortunately there is no such mechanism in our industry."

The old man saw that there was a beautiful woman there. He lowered his hat in a gentlemanly manner and said, "Good evening, beautiful lady."

"Hume," John invited, "a drink?"

"No, I still have work to do next."

Hume looked at the corpses of the killers and seemed to understand that the bloodshed today would not stop.

A professional team went inside with tools and started cleaning.

Hattie didn't say anything during the whole process, nor was she as helpless as a little girl.

He exuded an aura of 'my sister is the queen', which made Hume joke: "A hero saves a beauty?"

"No," John glanced at the severely fractured corpses, "beauties save handsome guys."

"what?"

Hume felt that he needed to calm down.

As a professional team, placing an order for 13 people is much easier than the previous Hell and Heaven.

After disposing of the bodies, they were all packed up and taken to the car. Hume said goodbye to John, "Goodbye, John."

This goodbye is full of meaning.

John took out thirteen gold coins and placed them in Hume's hand, "Maybe I'll see you soon."

Hume smiled and left.

The person left, but the door was not closed.

John looked at his dear assistant, "Do you need me to ask the driver to take you back?"

Hattie glared at him angrily, and understood that John was not allowing her to participate, so she angrily left with her high heels.

As she passed John, she said, "Remember to call me, handsome."

John touched his nose, Hattie waved her platinum blond hair, and left Wick's house.

"Sir, Mr. Olof is calling."

"Connect."

"Thank God, John, are you okay?"

"Damn it, there's a killer assassinating me!"

Olof's voice was urgent, and there was the sound of bullets hitting the bulletproof glass around him.

In such a dangerous situation, Orlov could think of John, which warmed his heart somewhat.

"I encountered it too, but I solved it. Do you need help?"

John asked, picking up the cold coffee.

Several screams came from the other end of the phone, and the sound of bullets became less frequent.

"As long as you're okay, Danny will take care of them."

When he heard that John was okay, Olof breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice: "This is not a simple attack, it is aimed at us."

"I will investigate and resolve these troubles as soon as possible."

John heard this and said, "No need, I've already checked it out."

He took out his phone and pressed the play button.

"Wilson Fisk asked me to assassinate you."

Pressing pause, John clicked a few times with his fingers, "I sent it to you. With these things, you can shut up the people at the high table."

There is no reason in this world that you cannot fight back if you are assassinated.

John said calmly: "He made the first move, and we will give blood for blood, tooth for tooth."

"Fake!" Orlov, who received the video over there, yelled, "Damn Kingpin, I'm going to rip off his balls and stuff them into his mouth!"

This time Orlov was really angry.

The former king of war had not yet fallen to the point where he did not dare to fight back after being assassinated.

"John, you don't have to do anything, I'll make him pay the price!" Olof was furious.

John chuckled and said, "I'm sorry, I've already done it."

He took out his pocket watch and looked at it.

"The soldiers are very fast."

...

In a high-end hotel.

Red liquid flows into a crystal goblet.

White tablecloths and delicious dishes, women wearing white shirts, behaving generously and elegantly.

The man's strong figure seems a little bloated, but he carries the nervousness of falling in love for the first time.

It was a date, Wilson Fisk's first date.

He stroked the black cufflinks, his eyes always following the woman's smile.

This was supposed to be a great date.

Unfortunately, there are always people who like to ruin romance.

The lights go out.

Then came gunfire and shattering, spilled grape wine, and dripping scarlet liquid.

What was supposed to be a wonderful date turned into a ghostly wailing song.

Originally, the guests around were all Fisk's bodyguards.

They exchanged fierce fire, but they were all penetrated by bullets that did not miss.

Sensing something was wrong, Fisk took the woman and wanted to leave.

The bouncy ball that came from nowhere hit the wall, bypassed all the bodyguards, and exploded in front of Fisk's eyes.

He was thrown away and protected the woman tightly without letting her get hurt.

The suit behind was blown open, revealing a metal structure like chainmail.

In the smoke and dust, death played in the bouncy balls and bullets appearing at various angles.

Soon, when Fisk recovered from the dizziness of the explosion there.

The surroundings have become quiet.

He shouted angrily: "Who is it!"

"Shh-"

In the darkness, footsteps clicked.

The black figure stepped out and put the pistol against Fisk's head.

At this moment, death was so close.

Joy one second, hell the next.

very quiet.

All Fisk's anger was choked in his throat.

"Buzz, buzz..."

The phone vibrates on the ground.

It's Fisker's.

He looked at his phone and then at the gun that was so close.

Dax said calmly: "Climb over and pick it up."

Anger twisted Fisk's face, and he turned to look at the woman with him.

No matter how strong he is, he is still mortal.

A bullet to the head will also kill you.

What's more, his beloved woman is right next to him.

He compromised.

He crawled over in humiliation and picked up the phone.

An unfamiliar number is displayed.

He clicked to connect.

"Say hello to Miss Vanessa at the Gallery for me, Fisk, no, Kingpin."

The voice on the other end made Fisk's heart freeze.

He said in a deep voice: "John Wick."

The moment the sound fell, his ankle was penetrated by a bullet.

Dax said angrily, "You shouldn't call him by his first name."

Fisk groaned, endured the severe pain, and said calmly: "You want to kill me?"

"Don't you do the same?" John sat on the comfortable sofa and said calmly, "Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, eye for eye."

Fisk looked at the woman and made a condition, "Let Vanessa go."

His words meant that he bowed his head.

The famous master of Hell's Kitchen, Kingpin was in such a state of embarrassment when he came into direct contact with Wick for the first time.

It's so ridiculous in the face of absolute strength.

...