Chapter 334 Clown Killer

The wooden house that had been burning all night had stopped burning in the morning, and smoke rose from the ruins of the wooden house. John Wick used his power to call more than 30 members of the World Development Department in the vicinity of Derry Town here. He did not continue to seek assistance from the World Development Department because he had not yet shot the clown with a big gun.

The police who blocked the scene had dispersed. There were some people watching the excitement around Neiport Street, most of whom were children on summer vacation. There were no electronic entertainment devices now, and the most entertainment for children on summer vacation was to play with a group of people.

It was normal for them to be interested in a group of new things from FbI in the town.

The members of the exploration team wearing FbI black combat uniforms on the periphery had blocked the surrounding area. John Wick also changed into a new black suit, and the lining was also changed to a black vibranium fiber woven shirt.

In his hand was still the heavy rifle produced by Giant God Industries, which fired thousands of rounds of ammunition in a row. It was better than the squad machine gun and smaller in size.

In his left pocket is a newly developed plasma pistol, and on his right back is a combat master series pistol, which is also the most convenient for him to use.

The crystal entrance under the ruins has been cleared, and they have also hung a rope. The robot dog has gone down to explore in advance. They have found the hiding place of the clown and observed a magical phenomenon created by the devil in the underground world.

There are countless piles of debris on the top of the garbage mountain, and there are dozens of floating children's bodies.

These things need to be kept temporarily, waiting for the group scientists to come here for research.

In order to make their research smoother, John Wick has already carried weapons and entered the underground to get rid of the troublemaker first.

The rope rubbed against the stone wall of the ancient well, and John Wick descended halfway into the well. The entrance to the sewer is not at the bottom of the well, but in the middle of the well. He walked into the wide passage that can accommodate one person, and the rope was untied.

John Wick picked up the rifle and followed the semi-mechanical modified dog covered with metal waiting in the sewage towards the underground space.

The well-developed sewer system did not cause any trouble for the forward movement. Following the guidance of the dog, John Wick soon arrived at the wide underground space.

In the center of this huge space, which is as big as five or six basketball courts, is a mountain of garbage. The piled debris and the floating corpse on the top are exactly the same as those seen in the video.

Seven or eight dogs are circling in this space, all surrounding a wooden room under the debris pile.

The words "circus" are still written on the huge wooden wall, and the paint is about to fall off under the erosion of time.

John Wick holds a rifle, pointing the muzzle at the wooden house under the debris, but does not approach.

"Woof woof woof!"

The dogs trained by the group are still barking. They are not as vigilant as the killers. Their front paws have stepped on the debris and barked at the wooden board in front of them.

"Hehehe!"

Suddenly, an inconspicuous toy music box joystick on the debris pile automatically rotated, and also made an unpleasant laugh.

The dogs were startled, then rushed forward, bit the music box, shook their heads wildly, and dismantled it into scrap metal in a few seconds.

John Wick watched all this, his eyes also searching back and forth for the Joker's traces, and the safety of his gun had been opened.

Creak!

The wooden door of the wooden house is actually a plank bridge, similar to the huge bridge that can be pulled up by chains like the ancient moat.

When the wooden board fell, revealing the stage decorated like a drama inside the house, John Wick pulled the trigger mercilessly, and the dense bullets of the rifle shot at the orange-red light in the house.

biu~!

The stage was hit by bullets and sawdust flew everywhere, but in the next second, several large groups of fireworks exploded, and a tuneless happy song sounded deep underground. The brisk violin turned into a blunt knife sharpening the strings. The harsh sound made the surrounding dogs enter a state of stress. Two muzzles extended from their backs and shot at the stage.

The music was not affected by the bullets, and John Wick was not affected by the music.

After the fireworks were released, a clown appeared on the stage. It seemed that it was not hurt at all. On this stage that could only accommodate one person, it raised its legs and danced a weird dance.

John Wick's eyes turned cold, and his right hand continued to pull the trigger and hit the clown. The clown's movements were not affected at all. He continued to dance a weird dance, his head did not move, and his feet lifted and kicked back and forth.

No one affected anyone. You dance yours, and I shoot mine.

But the dogs turned their guns around. They retained their keen sense of smell and discovered the clown's body before John Wick.

Bang Bang Bang!

A single rifle bullet shot towards the pipe behind John Wick, and another clown rushed out of the dark pipe. His hands had turned into monster claws, trying to sneak attack John Wick from behind.

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John Wick had expected this. Although the sunglasses on his face were a beat slower than the dogs' sensitive organs, in front of the pinnacle of American Iai, this time would not put him in danger.

John Wick continued to shoot at the wooden house with a rifle in his right hand, and took out a pistol from his waist with his left hand, shooting continuously at the clown's head that was rushing behind him.

The fire from the muzzle and the bullet pierced the clown's round and huge head. The ferocious expression on his face was gradually inhuman, and the clown fell on the road that was rushing towards him.

"Woof woof bang! Woof woof! bang!"

The dogs and the barrels installed on the back armor barked together, and the bullets followed the dogs' gazes and hit the fallen clown.

A lot of black blood floated out of the wound, like bubbles in the water constantly floating up. This strange situation did not stop John Wick from shooting. He also moved the muzzle of the rifle to the knocked down clown, ignoring the phantom on the stage.

Da da da da da da!

The fire from the rifle illuminated John Wick's face, reflecting the flash of fire in the dark sunglasses.

The bullets pierced the clown's body again and again, and John Wick's anger was also vented quickly, until all three barrels of the rifle were overheated, and all the bullets were used up, and the gunshots stopped.

On the ground, there were only torn rags and a large mass of black rotten meat.

John Wick did what he wanted to do, but he still couldn't let it go, and felt strange about this overly simple development.

Sure enough, the next second, the rotten meat on the ground slowly moved and gathered together, as if preparing to revive.

Snap!

Throwing away the useless rifle, John Wick took out the plasma pistol, stepped back a few steps, ordered the dogs to step back together, and then pulled the trigger at the rotten meat that was moving and gathering.

The blazing and violent energy sprayed out, and the huge pistol shot out an irregular ball of plasma. The ball quickly lost balance after touching the object, and the high temperature of the explosion came into contact with the accumulated water on the ground, making a hissing sound.

John Wick did not stop shooting, but fired several plasma bullets in succession. After the energy of the pistol was used up, he threw it away casually, raised the grenade launcher hanging on his body, aimed at the position of the clown, and wanted to continue whipping the corpse.