Touch the corpse.

From downstairs to upstairs, from inside to outside.

System: "Congratulations on gaining 90 experience."

System: "Congratulations on gaining 85 experience."

System: "Congratulations on gaining 110 experience."

System: "Congratulations on gaining 150 experience."

...

A flood of the screen.

System: "Congratulations on gaining 580 experience points. You have upgraded and obtained 5 free attribute points."

System: "Congratulations on obtaining 13 points in the [Light Firepower Weapon] specialization qualification, now at the expert level (315/375)."

System: "Congratulations on getting specialty [Parenour] elementary level (5/75), learning requires 28 agility, 27 physical strength, and 19 spirit."

This is the final result of the best gunman who was killed.

John smiled.

Fortunately, I was prescient and didn't add any random points.

He knew that learning certain abilities must require preconditions. Now he has been upgraded to another level, and there are 10 free attribute points that can be added. This [Parkour] specialization can be used to learn.

After adding points.

Power: 24(20)

Agility: 38(19)

Physical strength: 27(22)

Spirit:19(15)

Note: The parentheses are normal adult attributes

Personal specialty: [Fighting] Advanced (230/300), [Cold Weapon] Advanced (252/300), [Light Firepower Weapon] Expert (315/375), [Heavy Firepower Weapon] Advanced (228/300)

Driving Specialty: [Civil Vehicle] Advanced (265/300)

Specialty: [Parenour] Elementary (5/75)

This wave of people is really comfortable to give away, but the aftermath still needs to be dealt with.

John immediately called the company's housekeeping department.

“I need to order a meal for fifteen.”

...

Vigo sat in the office with a glass of 60s red wine on the table.

The assistant knocked on the door and walked in.

"How is it?" Vigo asked.

The assistant shook his head regretfully, "The whole army was wiped out."

Vigo sighed long and wiped his face with his hands. Although he had guessed the ending, he was still very unwilling to accept it after the result came out.

He drank the glass of red wine, opened the safe, and took out a book, which was filled with the killer's private numbers.

"Hey, Marcus, we need to meet."

Hang up the phone.

"Resor, prepare the car."

...

Soon, Vigo and his assistant took a high-end car to an apartment.

After entering the apartment, Marcus gave Vigo a glass of freshly squeezed carrot juice.

Vigo sniffed twice and then placed the cup on the table again.

Marcus: "Is there anything I can't tell me on the phone?"

Vigo: "I have to tell you in person."

"Ok." Marcus made a gesture of asking for help.

Vigo moved on the chair, "I want to ask you to kill John Wick, two million dollars."

Marcus took a sip of carrot juice.

Vigo: "After all, you have a good relationship, I want to know your wishes."

Marcus: "Is this a private reward or is it public?"

A private reward means that it is designated separately by Marcus, and the public means that the company lists the orders and can be accepted by anyone, who completes first, who receives first.

Vigo: "It's public. Of course, I believe that with your relationship with John, it should be easy to complete it first. Two million US dollars."

Vigo emphasized the amount again.

Two million US dollars was really a very expensive fortune in that era. Marcus was older, and like his old friend John, he was almost at the age of fifty. He could have a considerable pension and life for the rest of his life would be much easier and more comfortable.

"I'll think about it," said Marcus.

Vigo nodded, "Thank you for your carrot juice."

...

"Sir, are we going back to the company now?" the assistant asked.

"No," Vigo sat in the back seat and tried hard to change his comfortable seating position. "Prepare for $4 million, we'll see another person, Perkins."

...

"Hi, Marcus, why do you think of calling me?" John was eating a homemade sandwich at home.

Marcus: "John, your situation is not good, Vigo wants to kill you. He offered a reward of two million US dollars."

John stopped eating, "Did you take the order?"

Marcus: "No."

John: "Thank you."

Hang up the phone.

I didn't expect that this old bastard, Vigo, was really difficult to deal with. I just wanted to retire and just salted fish, but he just pestered me.

There is no way, I can't stay at home anymore. Since Vigo's old fox has gone to invite Marcus to kill me, maybe I might have invited other people. The enemy is dark and I am not good for me.

"It seems that I can only stay in the InterContinental Hotel in the company for the time being." John said to himself.

According to memory, InterContinental Hotel is a company's stronghold located around the world and is only open to members and insiders. No one is allowed to use force within the hotel, otherwise it will be subject to extremely severe sanctions from the company.

It can be said that InterContinental Hotel is a very safe typhoon shelter.

...

John packed up and took a bus to the InterContinental Hotel.

There are people coming and going in the lobby, all kinds of people, and many people are the kind that look harmless. If it weren't for being inside the hotel and seeing so many members, it would be hard to imagine that there would be so many killers in this world.

However, it is understandable that after all, the plane you are traveling through now is not the plane of the earth in reality, and many things naturally cannot be compared with the original world.

John walked towards the front desk with his suitcase, but he met a very familiar woman there, a colleague who was quite useless to do things.

"Perkins?"

"hi, John." The foreign woman with black hair responded with a charming smile, "I'm glad to see you."

After saying hello, she took the door key and left.

The colleagues can only say hello, and no one can make close friends with the killer, and no one can guarantee that each other will sell each other. Even his old friend Marcus will not contact him without any particularly important things.

"Hello, Mr. Wick, do you need to stay for two nights?" The black receptionist at the front desk asked.

"Yeah, stay for two nights." John took out a gold coin, "Maybe it will take a little longer. Charon, hasn't the boss changed?"

Charon handed John a key, "Room 818. The boss has not changed. By the way, Mr. Wick, are you planning to return to your old business?"

"No," John shook his head, shaking the key in his hand, "I just want to stay for a few nights."

It is impossible to turn back into old business. It is so dangerous to be a killer. You can die by accident. And you are almost fifty-year-old man, who is very old.

Besides, being a killer is not as profitable as those big bosses who start a company, but just maintaining a life like this before achieving a well-off society.

Staying at the InterContinental Hotel just find a typhoon shelter for a while, and by the way, I will find a way to solve the old fox in Vigo.

If you kill someone's son, make a mortal enemy, and don't settle this matter, you will never be able to be salted in your life.

He also wants to be low-key and be greedy, but his strength does not allow it, so there is nothing he can do about it.

...
Chapter completed!