Chapter 1081 - John Returns, and the First Gunshot

Chapter 1081: John Returns, and the First Gunshot

Night fell.

The lights in John Wick's house in New Jersey finally came on again.

Luke was holding a big box and putting in a bunch of photos.

His attention was on his lenses.

The simple electronic map showed John's house and the situation within a 200-meter range.

A lot of red dots were entering this range. Including the red dots that had stopped earlier, there were more than fifteen people.

"If I had come any later, it wouldn't be just this house; I might not even be able to pack up the photos of John's wife," he mumbled inwardly, but he moved even more quickly.

A few minutes later, he was done packing up the photos, along with a laptop and a few USBs. He threw them into the box, before he entered the bedroom to place the box in Space 1.

He left the room and went to the living room. Picking up a cup of water, he stood in front of the glass door.

Bang! Whoosh!

A gunshot 100 meters away shattered the door.

The figure inside the door had disappeared.

Outside the house, a few people couldn't help but curse inwardly. F*ck! Which idiot attacked first? Had the money driven him crazy? This was the Boogeyman.

It wasn't a big deal that he missed.

The big deal was that it was already night, and the name "Boogeyman" had always been associated with the night.

It wasn't that the people outside didn't want to act sooner, but the target had only returned at night, and had killed the five men who had been waiting outside his house.

They were actually the second wave of people to arrive.

Perhaps they had to thank God, because Boogeyman John was packing up in his room and didn't seem to be leaving soon, which gave them the chance to gather their men.

Charge forward on their own? What a joke.

On the Continental Hotel's side, their employer was still constantly updating the intelligence to ensure that they could kill the Boogeyman.

For example, the Boogeyman had just been severely injured yesterday, and five hitmen who had been hiding outside his house had died.

All the hitmen had some reputation, and weren't any worse than them.

None of them escaped, and they all died quietly outside the house.

Boogeyman John didn't even deal with their bodies. He simply hid them in some flower shrubs and junk and considered that enough.

They could imagine his careless and casual attitude.

Nobody dared to say that they could kill such a legendary killer with just a dozen men.

Unfortunately, a reckless person had appeared in the end and broken the balance.

The hitmen outside continued to wait for their peers to take advantage of the chaos and ruin their chances of getting the bounty.

They knew better than amateurs what it meant to be a legendary killer who could kill a hundred people.

Most of them understood that even if they could kill the Boogeyman, not many people would survive.

But, there were the rewards.

The ten million dollars was just an extra. What really drew them was the special bonus from the High Table.

This special bonus was really useful.

For example, they could withdraw from the High Table's system, and nobody would come after them anymore.

To quit back then, John completed a mission issued by the Russians at the High Table. He obtained the special bonus, and successfully retired.

With ten million dollars, anyone who completed the mission could retire right away and live richly.

Thus, even though there was a high chance of death, there would be a steady stream of people participating in the hunt for the Boogeyman.

…

After the first hothead broke the glass door more than 100 meters away, Luke disappeared from the sight of the dozen hitmen.

But they were still pretty calm.

All kinds of equipment, including infrared and night vision goggles, were being used around the bungalow.

John's villa wasn't much different from an ordinary villa. There were fancy glass doors everywhere.

Given his years on the job, however, he had modified key areas.

Apart from the cracks, it was hard to detect in most places.

The battle had only just started, and these hitmen still adopted a "wait and see" attitude. None of them were stupid enough to charge in first.

They all knew that whoever charged in first would be the first to die.

100 meters away, Luke observed the situation along the perimeter via his lenses.

It was destined to be a huge fight tonight. He had already deployed medium and mini drones, which were hiding at various intersections, and Selina was at home providing him with intelligence and logistics support.

While he didn't have a clear view of everything around John's villa, as long as it was a suspicious target, it was hard to escape surveillance.

On the map, there were fifteen suspected hitmen within 200 meters of the villa.

Within a range of two kilometers, there were 37 suspected hitmen.

This wasn't the final count. There were still more flashing orange dots, that likely were more hitmen on the way.

Based on previous cases, there were basically no hitmen who were worth less than 200 experience and credit points.

Then, doing the math… Wow! Luke instantly restrained his excitement and got to work.

In front of him was the hothead who had fired the first bullet.

The hitman was hiding in a window of a three-story building 100 meters away. He was a little impatient and wanted to take advantage of the chaos.

Then… Luke noticed him.

Snipers were the most annoying.

Even Luke would rather get rid of them right away.

It wasn't because he was afraid that they were too good at shooting, but that they were quick to run when things turned bad.

It was a good thing that snipers liked to hide in dark corners, which meant that it wouldn't be easy for other hitmen to find out that they were dead.

Luke simply raised his fist and punched the back of his head.

Crack!

This sniper, who had been in the hitman business for years, suddenly felt alarms go off in his head.

But the back of his head couldn't be faster than Luke's fist.

And he really was killed.

Then, he disappeared from this world.

This time, Luke would make most of the hitmen "disappear."

Nobody would be able to tell how many hitmen died in this short period of time; only then would more guys unafraid of death show up.

The lack of gunshots, blood and bodies would prevent regular law and order in New York from being affected. This was the best choice.

While the surrounding hitmen were still paying attention to the villa, Luke had already killed a dozen people outside in his stealth outfit.

At that moment, the first "impertinent" bunch appeared.

They weren't the people who had been lying in wait around the villa, but arrived in two cars.

They weren't a small group made up of two or three people, but a combat squad with clear, specialized roles each.

Also, they had even better equipment than the U.S. army. They moved like hardened veterans.