John arrived at Belarus International Airport on a flight, got off the plane and logged into the company's server at a nearby Internet cafe, and obtained the necessary information about the target Pedro Gonzalez.

Afterwards, he took a car to the city of Brest.

"Since the fat guy Brut wants to kill me and hack my pension, Vivian must have been instructed, and the information transmitted to me in the server must be half true and half false, so I can't believe it."

John came to the InterContinental Hotel's Brest branch and asked them to check the information of Pedro Gonzalez at the cost of a gold coin to find out his whereabouts and where he is now.

Soon, the customer service department fed back the information.

In fact, Pedro Gonzalez is not in Brest, but in Minsk.

Moreover, Pedro Gonzalez is not a big shot, but just a local tyrant with a little strength. The local tyrant with such strength has no financial resources to hire a whole team of killers to kill in Chile, and he even killed Michael, the former president of the company.

"It seems that Brut's fat man is really playing tricks with me. Twenty-four hours have passed, and Vivian has not transferred the one million US dollars in advance to me so far. He must have reserved enough time for the traps to kill Pedro Gonzalez and killed people by borrowing a knife."

This trick is so bad, I'll tear it down now.

...

John took a taxi to the Minsk Plaza Hotel.

According to information provided by the customer service department, Pedro Gonzalez temporarily stayed in this hotel.

John sneaked into a police detective, obtained his ID and equipped with a gun, and then put on makeup and came to the front desk of the Minsk Plaza Hotel.

John: "Hello, I am Detective Williams. There is a case that requires you to cooperate in the investigation. I want to check your resident list."

“Ok.”

The front desk agreed.

John took his ID too quickly and the photo was not clearly shown to the other party.

John took the list and looked at it for a moment, and then saw the name of Pedro Gonzalez and the suite.

"Thanks."

John returned the list to the front desk.

Front desk: "Sir, do you need any other help?"

John: "No need, I'll go up and take a look."

John walked into the elevator and pressed the number 5.

...

Room 502.

Pedro Gonzalez is recruiting several hot girls to have fun.

A subordinate gave him the phone.

Pedro Gonzalez, the big fat man, clamped the phone between his neck and shoulders. While enjoying the service, he asked casually to the other end of the phone: "Hey, what's the matter? My voice is too loud, can you tell me clearly? I know his name is John Wick, and I have received his photo. He will arrive tomorrow afternoon? I know... I will arrange the manpower and wait for that guy to send him on his way. You'd better add me a little more money..."

...

bite!

The elevator arrives on the fifth floor.

John took out his gun, opened the security, loaded the gun, walked to the door of 502, and knocked on the door.

The door opened a little, and a bald head and noisy music came out.

Bald head: "What's wrong with you?"

John held the gun in his right hand and carried it behind his back. He took out the ID with his left hand and shook it, "I am Detective Williams. Is Pedro Gonzalez inside? I have a case that requires him to cooperate."

The bald man looked impatient, "Our boss is not available now."

The bald man was about to close the door after he said that, and he did not give John a face as a police detective.

But John has confirmed the situation, and target Pedro Gonzalez is in the room, which is enough.

Bang!

The bald head, who was about to close the door, fell backwards with an incredible look on his face. He could not imagine that the detective actually shot and injured someone with a disagreement.

The music inside is very big, and the gunshots have not changed the music.

John broke into the room and saw a fat man lying on the sofa and enjoying himself. Two hot girls lie next to him. This fat man is Pedro Gonzalez in the archives, which is exactly the same as the photo.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

A subordinate came over to question, but he didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.

Bang!

The answer to him was a gun.

The other two men hurriedly pulled out their guns.

But John didn't even look at them.

Bang! Bang!

The two guys were taught to be human.

John's [Light Firepower Weapon] is the master level (315/375). Such a close distance means shooting wherever you want, and you don't need to aim.

John signaled to a frightened hot girl, "Shut the music."

The explosive music finally stopped.

John came to the fat man and saw a file from the small table next to him, which contained a photo of him John Wick.

There is no doubt that this fat man was instructed.

John picked up the file and threw it on him, "Hey, fat man, I'll just ask you one question, who ordered you to set up an ambush?"

The fat man was completely confused, and his four subordinates were completely destroyed in less than a minute. Such existence makes people doubt their lives.

Bang!

John gave him a message, "Say! My patience is limited."

The fat man shouted: "I don't know! I really don't know anything! They just notified me by phone that the money was transferred to me online, and they also provided weapons to ask me to cooperate with killing a man named John Wick. I just wanted to make some money, but I didn't even see them."

John shook his head. The people in the company never left any handles when doing things, and they couldn't find anything.

It was just confirmed that Brut's fat guy was really dealing with me.

Bang!

John solved him.

Touching the corpse...

System: "Congratulations on gaining experience of 1910 points."

He looks so fat, but he has very little experience.

It also proves that this fat man is really just an insignificant genius and a small character who is being used by others.

John took out his cell phone and took a photo of the fat man, touched the four dead men one by one, squeezed them dry, and left the hotel after they left.

Passing a river, John took off his hat, coat, tore off the fake beard from his face and threw the document into the river with his police gun.

...

After a while.

The cell phone rang.

John took it.

Vivian: "Hey, John, the one million USD advance has been put into your bank account, and now you can start the action."

John smiled, "It's not that you start the action, but that the action has been completed. Please give me the final payment of my other million US dollars within twenty-four hours."

John sent a photo of the fat man.

Vivian was stunned.

John: "And Vivian, I hope this has nothing to do with you. Of course, maybe it's just my wishful thinking. In addition, tomorrow I will go back to the United States, get my pension back at the headquarters and prepare my checks. Tell the fat man that he dares to lose one cent and that I will settle my new and old accounts together."

Bang!
Chapter completed!