When he woke up, Zhang Wei, an urban white-collar worker, came to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, and started his day's nine to five.

But when he saw his appearance in the mirror, he was suddenly stunned.

In the mirror, he was not only nearly fifty years old, but also had a black stubble between his cheeks and chin. What surprised him even more was that the outline on his face was obviously a foreigner, but the handsome face of an oriental man disappeared.

Of course, he thinks he is handsome.

Based on memory, Zhang Wei understood a fact that he traveled through time and traveled to the United States, becoming this American named John Wick, a legendary killer who was about to retire.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from my mind:

"The Supreme Invincible Assistance System has been bound to you."

Host: John Wick

Power: 24(20)

Agility: 38(19)

Physical strength: 21(22)

Spirit: 15(15)

Note: The parentheses are normal adult attributes.

Personal specialty: [Fighting] Advanced (225/300), [Cold Weapon] Advanced (252/300), [Light Firepower Weapon] Expert (302/375), [Heavy Firepower Weapon] Advanced (228/300)

Driving Specialty: [Civil Vehicle] Advanced (255/300)

Battle Talent: [City Battle] Advanced (237/300)

Personal Features: [Gunfighting] (your exclusive feature) A long-term killer career has created your unique killing instinct, improving [Fighting], [Cold Weapon], [Light Firepower Weapon] specializes in one level

Such a start is already awesome, and there is also a system that is impeccable.

"Since I come, I will rest assured. Since I have traveled through time, I will live as John Wick, and I will be John from now on."

John patted his old face and said to himself in the mirror.

Although we have a system and good skills, it is impossible to go out and rogue. Only by being a gangster and only a salted fish can we live happily in an unknown plane.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

There was a knock outside the door.

Open the door and outside the door is a courier delivery.

"Hello, Mr. Wick, this is your express delivery, please sign for it."

After John signed the letter, he successfully obtained a cage with a dog inside and a postcard.

When I got home, I opened the postcard and said:

"John, I'm sorry I can't be with you anymore. But you still need to fall in love with other people and things. So start with this dog, of course the car doesn't count. I love you, John. This disease has been bothering me for a long time. I have found my belongings. You go find yours, hope that one day will be there. Your best friend, Helen."

John glanced at the dog in the cage, and the dog looked at him with a gaze.

According to the memory of her predecessor, John immediately understood that the person who wrote this postcard was his girlfriend. He had just died of illness not long ago. The express delivery was probably booked before she died. He sent it to him in hopes that he would have a good start and would not see him depressed all the time.

But now John is no longer himself, and he has no feelings for his late ex-girlfriend, and he doesn't like raising dogs at all.

John threw the postcard on the cage, patted it, and said to the dog inside: "Man, stay tuned. I'll find you a new place tomorrow, where you will have a lot of friends."

The dog was lying in the cage and looked desperate. It thought that this new owner could love it, love it, and let it eat, have fun, and have a good life.

But in a blink of an eye, it will be abandoned by the new owner.

Although he has no love for dogs, John is still very interested in cars, especially when he saw the 1969 Mustang classic car, with first-class design and comfortable driving experience, and everything is a pleasure.

Although he had never owned his first car in his life before traveling through time and had never passed the driver's license, John now has the advanced (255/300) driving expertise, and driving an ordinary vehicle is easy to get.

John drove to the gas station to refuel, bought some daily necessities, and helped the dog at home find an animal intake, and sent it away tomorrow.

At this time, another car passed by here to refuel. Three young people got out of the car and stayed together and said something in Russian. One of them noticed John's classic car, which was pleasing to the eye, and walked straight over.

"The car is very good." said the guy in a hoodie.

"yeah, Mustang, 1969." After John filled up the gas, he opened the car door and sat in.

"So beautiful!" The guy praised him and couldn't help but patted the body of the car.

"Thank you." John started the car.

"How much?" the guy asked suddenly by the car window.

John: "What does it mean?"

Are foreigners so direct?

The guy said again: "I'll ask you how much this car costs, old man?"

Although the name of the old man is not very appropriate, there is nothing to refute to be called an old man when he is approaching his 50s. It is impossible not to accept old age.

However, this guy wants to buy a car, but it is not impossible to sell it. If the price is right, it will be more money to enjoy life without any bad. Anyway, there is a scooter in the garage at home, which is very ordinary.

John: "$300,000."

According to memory, this car was almost the same number when it was bought. Although it is now second-hand, the car is absolutely worth 300,000 yuan.

"Are you kidding?" The guy who wanted to buy a car had a playful expression on his face.

John: "I never joke, 300,000, not a cent less. Sorry, I'm still in a hurry."

He had already seen that this guy didn't really want to buy a car.

"Okay, then good luck."

Watching the wild horse drive on the street, a gay friend came over and asked in Russian: "How is Ysef? Have you fallen in love with that old man's car?"

It was not until the taillights of the car disappeared from sight that Isef reluctantly withdrew his gaze and nodded.

The gay friend immediately patted Isef on the shoulder and whispered a few words with a wicked smile.

...

In the evening, John put the dog out of the cage, fed it a plate of dog food, and locked it outside the door. He went back to the room to sleep, preparing to send the dog to the animal storage for custody early the next morning.

When he slept until late at night, John was awakened by the movement outside. He heard the dog screaming, and someone was still talking vaguely.

"Damn, this damn dog bit me, why did that old man lock the dog at the door?"

"Damn it! Victor, can you whisper and don't wake that old man up."

"It's okay, the old man slept very hard, Kiel, open the door and we'll find the car keys."

"No problem, I played a great baseball. If the old man woke up, I'll definitely beat him down with one stick. Isef, that car is yours."

Then there was the sound of the lock picking.

Obviously, that guy ran to his house to steal the car. No, it should be said that he was robbing the car. How brave did he dare to do such a thing and dare to go to the legendary killer's house to rob the car.
Chapter completed!