Chapter 45 Chaos and Gangs
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Hammer Industries.
"Regain orders and bring Hammer Industries back to life."
Natasha walked over to John and put down the coffee. There was scrutiny in her beautiful eyes, "What's the next step?"
John put his fingers to his lips, looking out the window at the busy neighborhood, thinking about something.
"This building doesn't seem to be very high."
Natasha said: "Hammer Industries is a military industry, and its workshops are the best in the world."
"But it's not high," John said with a raised eyebrow, "I like to see the mountains and small mountains at a glance."
Even Natasha couldn't keep up with such thoughts.
"To be precise, this is your father's company." Natasha had no choice but to remind John, "You used your father's name and funds to make acquisitions. The major shareholder of this company is your father."
"But he's not home."
John picked up the coffee, stood up, walked to the window, and said casually: "As the heir, I have the right to use these."
"He's just not at home, not dead." Natasha sighed tiredly, "If you don't want your father to have a heart attack out of anger, don't spend money randomly."
“Money is only valuable when it’s spent.”
John took a sip of coffee and said with a smile: "It's like buying this cup of coffee downstairs worth 25 US dollars."
"$35." Natasha said expressionlessly, "I posted 10 yuan."
"Really?" John blinked, "Thank you for the treat."
He approached Natasha, placed the finished coffee cup in her hand, and said with a smile: "But you are earning a monthly salary of [-] yuan, so buying me a cup doesn't seem too much."
John was in a good mood today and left the company without work in a swaggering way.
Natasha lowered her eyes and looked at the cup which was still slightly hot to the touch.
Stretch out your fingers and gently stick to the remaining coffee at the bottom of the cup.
She put her fingers into her mouth and sucked on it, feeling the bitter taste of the black coffee, and a strange color flashed in her eyes.
Rubbing the handle of the cup, she murmured to herself: "Strange?"
She specially changed the coffee to the bitterest one, but as a year-round coffee drinker, John didn't notice anything was wrong.
Moreover, the coffee that was just brought was still hot to the touch, but John could drink it all without changing his expression.
Natasha was lost in thought.
Regarding John Wick, S.H.I.E.L.D. began to shift the focus of its investigation away from his father and towards him.
Whether it's the mysterious developer of Iron Soldier or John's eccentric character, everything becomes full of puzzles.
Natasha was thinking when her phone suddenly rang.
Take out your cell phone and connect.
"I need you to come back to the Bureau for once, Natasha."
It was Nick Fury, but this time the director's tone became a little strange.
Natasha asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter?"
"Someone brought something from the ice," Fury said. "I need you and Barton back."
ice?
thing?
"I'll be there soon."
Fury nodded, "I hope your boss will allow you to ask for leave."
"He left first."
Fury heard this and complained: "That is not an English gentleman."
"He gave me a Ferrari." Natasha flipped up her hair and joked with friends, "New model."
The phone hangs up.
In SHIELD, Fury reached out and touched his bald head, then looked at his figure.
He scolded: "Female assistants are so popular."
...
As terrorists, the Ten Rings Gang has been active in chaotic areas.
Wherever they go, they can create huge profits for arms dealers.
There are people who support these activities so that they can continue to create war.
The leader of the Ten Rings Gang Youyou wakes up.
The pain of the tearing wound made him groan in agony.
He opened a crack in the tent and looked at her with a sinister look.
He had always been the one to carry out assassinations, but he didn't expect that he would be hunted down this time.
That was the second time he was close to death.
The first time was in the cave where Iron Man was born, and he was almost taken away by the explosion.
The second time, the assassin he sent came back and almost took him away.
He couldn't understand why that person would betray him.
Is it money?
Those who can be sent out are those who are absolutely loyal to themselves.
Not only is he loyal, but the family members he values are also under his control.
After that assassination, the Ten Rings Gang lost its stability.
Although it is the most well-known terrorist organization in the world, it is heavily guarded and will not be easily approached.
But since the bounty was put up, some brave guys with great skills came to assassinate him day and night.
Outside there is Iron Man attacking the Ten Commandments Gang, and inside there is a hotel killer who appears day and night.
This almost caused the leader to collapse.
Fortunately, he survived.
Facing those killers, he showed no mercy.
There is no living mouth.
He had to move his base camp and let himself move to another base to heal his injuries.
Those killers are good at sneak assassinations. In this regard, even special forces are not necessarily their opponents.
After groping for a pistol in the tent, the leader held it and stared outside.
A group of people came last night.
They are very powerful, professionally trained mercenaries.
The leader's shooting skills are fast, accurate and ruthless.
There was also a man who used a throwing knife, and he was killed with a knife.
A large sniper came to support from a distance, so the leader had no choice but to hide in the tent and pretend to be dead.
And this stronghold was dismantled due to the heroic performance of that group of people.
Fortunately, he originally established his base in a common village, which resulted in him not using fire attacks at that moment in order not to hurt other people.
The man in the beret has a tough guy physique and a tough guy face.
"Christmas, are you sure you hit him?"
"Shut up," the man who couldn't escape the premature baldness cursed secretly, "Maybe a ricochet hit."
"Okay, prepare to close the team, hope he will be bitten by that flea."
"I told you, it's a ricochet, damn it!"
The leader listened to the sound getting farther and farther, and the breath he held was finally released.
However, he did not leave, but stayed in the collapsed tent for two more days.
Finally confirming that the other party had left, he pushed open the tent.
His wound began to become inflamed and ulcerated due to the weather. He gritted his teeth and used a knife to cut off the piece of rotten flesh.
Pry open the bullet and pour the gunpowder over it.
Light it with the remaining matches.
Gunpowder burned the wound, and the severe pain caused veins to pop out on his face.
He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from screaming.
Limping, he headed towards his own tent.
From the collapsed tent, a mobile phone was found in an iron box.
He took it out, looked at the missed calls inside and dialed back.
The phone rang three times before being answered.
A deep voice came from inside, "You're late."
"I need you to help me, otherwise you won't be able to live well!" the leader threatened, "If I am caught, you will die too!"
"Relax, my man."
"Fuck you, Fisk!"
The leader couldn't relax at all, and he didn't take a group of killers seriously at first.
It was not until a series of assassinations and rapes that followed that he finally understood the gap between himself and the underground president.
"I almost died! But I swear, before I die, you will be exposed too!"
"Now, you send me the money and give me a guarantee to solve these things!"
The leader said and hung up the phone.
The leader, who was at the end of the road, exploded with emotion and threw his cell phone angrily, smashing it to pieces.
...
Ferdinand was in charge of driving, and he was extremely serious.
This is already the boss's fifth car, so nothing can happen again.
Hip-hop music was playing in the car.
John was sitting in the back seat, previewing the latest news on his phone.
"Tony Stark hasn't slept with the cover girl recently," Ferdinand said while driving, "This has taken away a lot of fun from the entertainment sector. I made a bet with my friend last time whether he would like this one. Here comes the cover girl.”
"The Prodigal Son returns home. Not everyone likes to put their sexual desires in the public eye." John said casually, swiping his finger across the screen, "You can read more books, that will help you improve yourself."
"Thank you for your suggestion, boss." Ferdinand curled his lips, "It's just that my understanding of books only stops at abcd."
"Then you can't be the manager." John told Ferdinand in one sentence.
When Ferdinand heard that it was related to his promotion, he immediately became motivated, "I will go to the library to read tomorrow."
"Stop at the intersection ahead."
The car stopped and John opened the window and looked outside.
"This is Brooklyn, not Hell's Kitchen." Ferdinand wondered, "Besides these houses, what else is there nearby?"
"There's someone else, Ferdinand, you need to learn to pay attention to your surroundings."
John closed the window and the car started again.
They've stopped and gone a dozen times.
Ferdinand didn't understand what John was trying to do.
"You have to figure out some things around you," John said lightly, rubbing his finger on the ring, "After all, New York might be destroyed one day."
"Haha, boss, is your joke a British joke?" Ferdinand laughed.
How could anyone think that the economically prosperous city of the most powerful country in the world would be destroyed?
the end of the world?
"We had Captain America before and now we have Iron Man."
Ferdinand stopped at a traffic light, raised his hands and pointed to the sky, "God bless America."
“If God is in control, then suffering is also His gift to you.”
John shook his head, "How can you guarantee that he won't get interested one day and destroy New York?"
Ferdinand scratched his head. His scalp felt so itchy that he felt like he was growing a brain.
When the traffic light ended, he stepped on the accelerator and forced a car that was about to pass by to stop.
The car owner inside opened the car window and shouted greetings to Ferdinand's parents.
John walked around all of Brooklyn today.
As the sky darkened, the car drove into Manhattan.
Ferdinand complained: "Oh my god, I feel like my butt is almost integrated with the chair."
"It doesn't matter, the car behind has the same feeling." John pointed at the back casually, "You should learn to observe."
Ferdinand looked through the rearview mirror and saw a silver car following behind.
When you turn, the other person also turns.
"Is this stalking?"
"I'm glad you can speak such a technical word."
John raised his eyebrows and said, "They have followed us since they left the company."
Ferdinand said hell, he didn't even notice.
When passing a sparsely populated place, the car behind opened its sunroof.
Then a man took out a rocket launcher.
Ferdinand's eyes widened when he saw this.
Words about certain objects kept popping up in his mouth.
The throttle is full, but the rocket launcher has already pulled the trigger.
Dragging the firelight to touch the car body.
An explosion, accompanied by the chaotic sound of car horns.
Flames ignited the luxury car worth more than 500 million.
...
"Regain orders and bring Hammer Industries back to life."
Natasha walked over to John and put down the coffee. There was scrutiny in her beautiful eyes, "What's the next step?"
John put his fingers to his lips, looking out the window at the busy neighborhood, thinking about something.
"This building doesn't seem to be very high."
Natasha said: "Hammer Industries is a military industry, and its workshops are the best in the world."
"But it's not high," John said with a raised eyebrow, "I like to see the mountains and small mountains at a glance."
Even Natasha couldn't keep up with such thoughts.
"To be precise, this is your father's company." Natasha had no choice but to remind John, "You used your father's name and funds to make acquisitions. The major shareholder of this company is your father."
"But he's not home."
John picked up the coffee, stood up, walked to the window, and said casually: "As the heir, I have the right to use these."
"He's just not at home, not dead." Natasha sighed tiredly, "If you don't want your father to have a heart attack out of anger, don't spend money randomly."
“Money is only valuable when it’s spent.”
John took a sip of coffee and said with a smile: "It's like buying this cup of coffee downstairs worth 25 US dollars."
"$35." Natasha said expressionlessly, "I posted 10 yuan."
"Really?" John blinked, "Thank you for the treat."
He approached Natasha, placed the finished coffee cup in her hand, and said with a smile: "But you are earning a monthly salary of [-] yuan, so buying me a cup doesn't seem too much."
John was in a good mood today and left the company without work in a swaggering way.
Natasha lowered her eyes and looked at the cup which was still slightly hot to the touch.
Stretch out your fingers and gently stick to the remaining coffee at the bottom of the cup.
She put her fingers into her mouth and sucked on it, feeling the bitter taste of the black coffee, and a strange color flashed in her eyes.
Rubbing the handle of the cup, she murmured to herself: "Strange?"
She specially changed the coffee to the bitterest one, but as a year-round coffee drinker, John didn't notice anything was wrong.
Moreover, the coffee that was just brought was still hot to the touch, but John could drink it all without changing his expression.
Natasha was lost in thought.
Regarding John Wick, S.H.I.E.L.D. began to shift the focus of its investigation away from his father and towards him.
Whether it's the mysterious developer of Iron Soldier or John's eccentric character, everything becomes full of puzzles.
Natasha was thinking when her phone suddenly rang.
Take out your cell phone and connect.
"I need you to come back to the Bureau for once, Natasha."
It was Nick Fury, but this time the director's tone became a little strange.
Natasha asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter?"
"Someone brought something from the ice," Fury said. "I need you and Barton back."
ice?
thing?
"I'll be there soon."
Fury nodded, "I hope your boss will allow you to ask for leave."
"He left first."
Fury heard this and complained: "That is not an English gentleman."
"He gave me a Ferrari." Natasha flipped up her hair and joked with friends, "New model."
The phone hangs up.
In SHIELD, Fury reached out and touched his bald head, then looked at his figure.
He scolded: "Female assistants are so popular."
...
As terrorists, the Ten Rings Gang has been active in chaotic areas.
Wherever they go, they can create huge profits for arms dealers.
There are people who support these activities so that they can continue to create war.
The leader of the Ten Rings Gang Youyou wakes up.
The pain of the tearing wound made him groan in agony.
He opened a crack in the tent and looked at her with a sinister look.
He had always been the one to carry out assassinations, but he didn't expect that he would be hunted down this time.
That was the second time he was close to death.
The first time was in the cave where Iron Man was born, and he was almost taken away by the explosion.
The second time, the assassin he sent came back and almost took him away.
He couldn't understand why that person would betray him.
Is it money?
Those who can be sent out are those who are absolutely loyal to themselves.
Not only is he loyal, but the family members he values are also under his control.
After that assassination, the Ten Rings Gang lost its stability.
Although it is the most well-known terrorist organization in the world, it is heavily guarded and will not be easily approached.
But since the bounty was put up, some brave guys with great skills came to assassinate him day and night.
Outside there is Iron Man attacking the Ten Commandments Gang, and inside there is a hotel killer who appears day and night.
This almost caused the leader to collapse.
Fortunately, he survived.
Facing those killers, he showed no mercy.
There is no living mouth.
He had to move his base camp and let himself move to another base to heal his injuries.
Those killers are good at sneak assassinations. In this regard, even special forces are not necessarily their opponents.
After groping for a pistol in the tent, the leader held it and stared outside.
A group of people came last night.
They are very powerful, professionally trained mercenaries.
The leader's shooting skills are fast, accurate and ruthless.
There was also a man who used a throwing knife, and he was killed with a knife.
A large sniper came to support from a distance, so the leader had no choice but to hide in the tent and pretend to be dead.
And this stronghold was dismantled due to the heroic performance of that group of people.
Fortunately, he originally established his base in a common village, which resulted in him not using fire attacks at that moment in order not to hurt other people.
The man in the beret has a tough guy physique and a tough guy face.
"Christmas, are you sure you hit him?"
"Shut up," the man who couldn't escape the premature baldness cursed secretly, "Maybe a ricochet hit."
"Okay, prepare to close the team, hope he will be bitten by that flea."
"I told you, it's a ricochet, damn it!"
The leader listened to the sound getting farther and farther, and the breath he held was finally released.
However, he did not leave, but stayed in the collapsed tent for two more days.
Finally confirming that the other party had left, he pushed open the tent.
His wound began to become inflamed and ulcerated due to the weather. He gritted his teeth and used a knife to cut off the piece of rotten flesh.
Pry open the bullet and pour the gunpowder over it.
Light it with the remaining matches.
Gunpowder burned the wound, and the severe pain caused veins to pop out on his face.
He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from screaming.
Limping, he headed towards his own tent.
From the collapsed tent, a mobile phone was found in an iron box.
He took it out, looked at the missed calls inside and dialed back.
The phone rang three times before being answered.
A deep voice came from inside, "You're late."
"I need you to help me, otherwise you won't be able to live well!" the leader threatened, "If I am caught, you will die too!"
"Relax, my man."
"Fuck you, Fisk!"
The leader couldn't relax at all, and he didn't take a group of killers seriously at first.
It was not until a series of assassinations and rapes that followed that he finally understood the gap between himself and the underground president.
"I almost died! But I swear, before I die, you will be exposed too!"
"Now, you send me the money and give me a guarantee to solve these things!"
The leader said and hung up the phone.
The leader, who was at the end of the road, exploded with emotion and threw his cell phone angrily, smashing it to pieces.
...
Ferdinand was in charge of driving, and he was extremely serious.
This is already the boss's fifth car, so nothing can happen again.
Hip-hop music was playing in the car.
John was sitting in the back seat, previewing the latest news on his phone.
"Tony Stark hasn't slept with the cover girl recently," Ferdinand said while driving, "This has taken away a lot of fun from the entertainment sector. I made a bet with my friend last time whether he would like this one. Here comes the cover girl.”
"The Prodigal Son returns home. Not everyone likes to put their sexual desires in the public eye." John said casually, swiping his finger across the screen, "You can read more books, that will help you improve yourself."
"Thank you for your suggestion, boss." Ferdinand curled his lips, "It's just that my understanding of books only stops at abcd."
"Then you can't be the manager." John told Ferdinand in one sentence.
When Ferdinand heard that it was related to his promotion, he immediately became motivated, "I will go to the library to read tomorrow."
"Stop at the intersection ahead."
The car stopped and John opened the window and looked outside.
"This is Brooklyn, not Hell's Kitchen." Ferdinand wondered, "Besides these houses, what else is there nearby?"
"There's someone else, Ferdinand, you need to learn to pay attention to your surroundings."
John closed the window and the car started again.
They've stopped and gone a dozen times.
Ferdinand didn't understand what John was trying to do.
"You have to figure out some things around you," John said lightly, rubbing his finger on the ring, "After all, New York might be destroyed one day."
"Haha, boss, is your joke a British joke?" Ferdinand laughed.
How could anyone think that the economically prosperous city of the most powerful country in the world would be destroyed?
the end of the world?
"We had Captain America before and now we have Iron Man."
Ferdinand stopped at a traffic light, raised his hands and pointed to the sky, "God bless America."
“If God is in control, then suffering is also His gift to you.”
John shook his head, "How can you guarantee that he won't get interested one day and destroy New York?"
Ferdinand scratched his head. His scalp felt so itchy that he felt like he was growing a brain.
When the traffic light ended, he stepped on the accelerator and forced a car that was about to pass by to stop.
The car owner inside opened the car window and shouted greetings to Ferdinand's parents.
John walked around all of Brooklyn today.
As the sky darkened, the car drove into Manhattan.
Ferdinand complained: "Oh my god, I feel like my butt is almost integrated with the chair."
"It doesn't matter, the car behind has the same feeling." John pointed at the back casually, "You should learn to observe."
Ferdinand looked through the rearview mirror and saw a silver car following behind.
When you turn, the other person also turns.
"Is this stalking?"
"I'm glad you can speak such a technical word."
John raised his eyebrows and said, "They have followed us since they left the company."
Ferdinand said hell, he didn't even notice.
When passing a sparsely populated place, the car behind opened its sunroof.
Then a man took out a rocket launcher.
Ferdinand's eyes widened when he saw this.
Words about certain objects kept popping up in his mouth.
The throttle is full, but the rocket launcher has already pulled the trigger.
Dragging the firelight to touch the car body.
An explosion, accompanied by the chaotic sound of car horns.
Flames ignited the luxury car worth more than 500 million.
...
