Thinking of the person who signed a contract with him ten years ago, Michael trembled all over and kept shaking his head: "Don't force me, I don't know, I don't know anything!"

The woman in red winked.

A subordinate immediately responded to Michael's old fist.

The woman in red: "I will let you say it."

Michael made up his mind, suddenly shouted, hugged the subordinate who was raped, snatched the gun and pointed it at him and pulled the trigger...

Bang bang bang bang!

Michael fell down, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

"I'm sorry, I...I didn't expect him to commit suicide." His subordinates quickly accused him of crime.

The woman in red waved her hand and sighed. What kind of existence is that Michael would have to cover up even if he spared his life.

She walked aside, took out the pocket watch on her body towards Xiyang, and opened the lid.

There is a family photo inside the pocket watch.

She kissed the family photo, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on her face, coupled with the unique aristocratic aura, it looked particularly sacred.

"Family, I have done most of the things you asked me to do. The executioner Damocles Company is about to be acquired by me. The villain named 'Black Caesar' will soon go to hell to atone for you. If I have no ability, I will let him live for ten years... Now only the mastermind behind the scenes is left. Don't worry, I will find out."

The woman in red held the pocket watch tightly.

Blood debt must be repaid with blood.

...

American.

Los Angeles, private clinic.

Myers: "Old man, I need to tell you that although I was an authority in cardiocerebral surgery, there are still great risks in heart transplant surgery. I need to confirm again whether you really want to have this surgery?"

"Of course," John lay on the operating table, "Myers, I believe you can, you are my God, take up the courage!"

With the devil's derivative state characteristics, John will not die at all. Moreover, the efficiency of that artificial thing is getting lower and lower. It is not certain that it can stop in the next second, and he must change into his original heart.

"Okay." Miles breathed out and looked at Old Pan at the operating table next to him. The old man was borne by John for a sky-high price of two gold coins and sent back to the customer service department of the InterContinental Hotel. He had been subjected to general anesthesia.

He was given the fake man-made things. As for how long can the old man survive if he replaced it with a fake product, it is not something John wants to consider.

I am already 100 years old and should have died long ago, right? I still insist on cutting my heart and eating tender grass with old cows. I am really shameless! I am disrespectful to old people.

Myers: "Irene, give John the injection."

The black girl assistant took a needle from the cart and inserted it into the skin.

John twitched and almost didn't scream, otherwise it would be too embarrassing. The dignified "Black Caesar" was stabbed by a needle and cried. Who would he believe it?

Before he traveled through time, he was afraid of getting an injection, so he could take medicine and never get pricked.

Even though he is now in a physical condition, his nature cannot be changed.

Myers: "Old man, don't worry, have a good sleep, and when you wake up, everything will be fine."

John nodded.

But I waited for a long time and didn't feel sleepy.

John: "Myers, your anesthetics are fake?"

"What?" Miles shook his head, "Impossible, I'm genuine, original, and the dosage is enough to allow adults to sleep deeply for more than three hours."

John: "Why don't I feel it?"

Miles slapped his forehead, "I understand. Your physique is different from ordinary people, and there are many indicators. You must have been exposed to something and mutated..."

Mutation? Maybe... I ate the glands of the one-eyed freak and gained the derivative characteristics of the demon. My body is no longer like a human.

Myers: "Irene, continue to increase the dose, add ten times... no, add twenty times!"

Erin: "Myers, are you really not kidding? That will keep this old man asleep forever."

Myers: "Of course it's not a joke. Our John is forced. He's a needle."

Needle penetrates the skin.

John twitched again!

Thorn again!

Twitching again.

He twitched five times in a row and was almost collapsed.

Finally, John's eyelids began to fight and became heavy...

...

Washington, DC.

Damocles Corporation Headquarters.

The woman in red sat at the conference table and said to a fat white man wearing glasses in front: "Brut, your Apocalypse Fund, owned by Damocles, has already owed a huge debt of $29 million. If it cannot be paid off at the end of the month, your entire company will be merged into our family business."

The white fat guy is the current president of Damocles, the top leader of Brut, and a large number of employees, including John Wick, who is about to officially retire.

Brut waved his sword in his hand. This sword was the company's treasure of the store, the sword of Damocles.

Chih!

The sword was deeply inserted into the conference table.

Brut: "Sorry, Ms. Antonio, the $29 million owed by our company's fund is not just debt, but income."

The woman in red made an listening expression.

Brut: "More than 90% of our employees' pension funds for $29 million, and our employees' contracts have a very clear clause. All employees' benefits after death are owned by the company because of their tasks or other forms of accidental death."

The woman in red: "You mean..."

Brut: "The company will try to remove employees who are about to retire, so the pension will naturally belong to the company. Vivian, report our employees who are about to retire to Ms. Antonio."

Vivian, a woman in her thirties, is the general manager of Damocles Company, and is the second-in-command. Her lips are as red as blood, and are dyed with a light purple curl.

She received a file and read it immediately: "John Wick reached retirement age three days ago, with a retirement amount of 8.27523.4 US dollars. Marcus Anderson reached retirement age three days later, with a retirement amount of 6.7798 US dollars. Mill Fergus..."

Brut smiled, "Ms. Antonio, John and Marcus alone earn nearly 15 million US dollars, especially John Wick..."

"John Wick? Haha..." the woman in red sneered, "If you want to deal with him, please be sure to do it as soon as possible. You must do it before the end of the month. Also, Brut, I hope you understand the fact that what our Antonio family likes cannot escape. You might as well consider your way out. If you do this well, I can guarantee that no matter what the result is, you can still sit in this position and do your own thing."

The woman in red left.

"Ke! Damn Becky!" The fat man Brut cut the conference table into two pieces with a sword. "Vivian, I'll leave John Wick to you. Contact him as soon as possible."

Vivian: "Brut, I don't think it's a good idea, you'd better give him the money. 'Black Caesar' is a legend, the team sent to the ice field last time..."

Brut: "Not a good idea? Then what can you do to save the company more than 8.2 million US dollars? If not, shut your stinky mouth and smell like that of Antonio Bitch! Do as I want and send that old guy to die!"
Chapter completed!