After Dr. Oliver safely removed the equipment on John.

Dr. Rutridge asked, "Mr. Wick, can you tell us now what did you go through on that train in the end? This time you took the longest time."

John: "Of course."

He still has more than one million experiences to receive.

John: "I not only stopped the bombing but also caught the murderer. The murderer's name was Derek Frost. He also made a super bomb with even more terrifying power. I'm sure that was enough to level a city."

Dr. Oliver's face turned pale.

Dr. Ratridge asked quickly: "Where is that super bomb?"

John: "It's in a white van, and the license plate number is..."

John explained the car model and license plate number in detail.

After Dr. Ratridge wrote it down, he immediately ran to call...

...

Soon after, the murderer was arrested, and the white van with super bombs was seized.

It has to be admitted that when it comes to national security, the official power of the United States is really super strong, and its efficiency is the top in the world.

Of course, John also got 1047,890 experience as he wished, and upgraded to three levels in a row, gaining 15 free attribute points. In addition to the ones he had saved before, he had already 33 points.

After all, it has reached a well-off level.

System: "【Source Code】Detected that eleven special items are stored in your spiritual realm. Will it be decoded?"

I have eleven special items in my spiritual realm?

John felt it for a moment and immediately realized that the eleven special items were eleven identity cards that he touched when the bald fat man integrated his personality in his spiritual world.

System: "【Source Code】Detected that eleven special items are stored in your spiritual realm. Will it be decoded?"

The system repeated it again.

John: "Yes!"

System: "Decoding eleven special items requires 11 free attribute points to consume, please confirm again."

Then decoding a special item consumes 1 free attribute point, which is really expensive.

John bit his teeth, "Yes!"

Anyway, the free attribute points have been saved for 33 points, and it is still a big deal if you spend 11 points.

A divine light with a stunning flashed in my mind.

The eleven ID cards instantly became fragmented, and the fragments gradually combined into English and numbers, translated as: No. 17 Weaving Factory.

There is no doubt that this No. 17 weaving factory must be the base camp of the Assassin League!

"No wonder the gatekeeper died in the cross, but it did not make them mess up, because without mastering the source code and invading the bald fat man's spiritual world, you can't understand the secrets of the base camp at all."

It means that it is step by step, and it is impossible for me to find the location of the headquarters, so how can I subvert them?

"Mr. Wick, please let me introduce you to me. This is Mr. Gibbons Augustus, Chief Chief of NSA." Dr. Ratridge introduced a high-ranking black official to John.

"Hello." John shook hands with the black guy indifferently.

John just wanted to complete the small goal of buying an island early, and live a salted fish life early, and was really not interested in making friends with senior officials.

The black guy handed a envelope to John, "This is the reward specially awarded by the White Palace. There are 100 million US dollars in the bank card and awarded you the National Hero Medal. You saved millions of lives."

National hero?

John sneered in his heart, I am not trying to save you Americans, I am just trying to get more than one million experience rewards from the system.

A medal?

I like to do this kind of falsehood.

As for $100 million...

Big brother!

You said that I saved the lives of millions of your citizens, not including the property losses of the city, urban reconstruction, etc., etc. The wealth saved is more than 100 million US dollars?

One trillion, one trillion is more than one trillion, right?

Just use 100 million US dollars to send me...

As expected, it is really a delusion to want to squeeze oil from capitalists.

Dr. Ratridge: "Mr. Wick, the White Palace has approved my scientific research plan. The source code has great significance and will have epoch-making significance in counter-terrorism in the future. On behalf of the White Palace, Mr. Augustus and I sincerely invite you to join our scientific research team, discuss the source code together, create a new era together, and..."

Before he finished speaking, John shook his head like a rattle, "Sorry, I'm fifty years old and retired. Now I just want to spend my old age peacefully. Please let me go, ok?"

The black guy laughed immediately, as he smiled as fake as he was, "Mr. Wick, are you really retired?"

Everyone can understand the meaning of the words.

In the eyes of NSA, you can't escape what you have done.

John: "Yeah, I'm really retired, what do you think?"

Now that we return to the real world, the system is with us, and we become Superman again, no one can threaten him and let him do what he doesn't want to do.

Dr. Ratridge was afraid that the matter would be unpleasant, so he quickly advised the black guy: "Gibbons, let Mr. Wick consider this matter and give him some time."

After all, John can travel through the source code world without loss, and is the first person in ancient and modern times. Dr. Ratridge has been studying source code for most of his life, and countless experimental subjects have been scrapped. Only John has achieved unprecedented success and created miracles that no one can accomplish in centuries.

Augustus: "Well, I believe Mr. Wick is also patriotic. This is my business card. If you need help in the future, come and find me at any time."

Capitalists have the method of controlling people. If you really ask him for help and owe someone a favor, do you want to pay it back?

Once you have to repay favors, won’t the purpose be achieved?

John thought about it and accepted the business card.

There is nothing wrong with leaving a way for yourself. Now that he has messed with the whole world in the dark, it is better to make more friends in the light.

Besides, John has something urgently needed to do - the base camp of the Assassin League.

...

The other side.

In an European-style auditorium.

A nigger in noble clothes is listening to the report of his female subordinate.

The female subordinate had red lips, a very hot figure, and a long red hair.

"Mr. Sron, the gatekeeper Cross has been killed. The murderer is hotel killer John Wick. Don't we need to take measures?" the female subordinate asked him.

The nigger, known as Mr. Sron, has a meticulous hair cut and has a superior atmosphere in every move, full of style.

He waved his hand, "You don't have to worry about Firefox. Although the gatekeeper was killed, it is impossible for him to know where the base camp is."

That involves source code, which is something that changes fate. No one else can touch it except Sron himself.

...
Chapter completed!