Chapter 362 Cooperation with the Mafia

"Upright!" Winston laughed.

Tarot card, the orthographic meaning of 20 Judgment: joy of resurrection, recovery, confession, good news, good luck, emerging talent, revived love, reunion, miracle of love.

Marcus glanced at Winston and nodded, knowing in his heart that Winston must know something.

"Mr. Winston, goodbye! If there is any news about John, please inform me as soon as possible.

As for the things in room 808, I collected them for John. "

Winston nodded upon hearing this, he knew the relationship between Marcus and John Wick.

"grateful!"

Marcus stood up and took off his hat.

Although I didn't find out where John was this time, I at least knew that he was still alive.

As soon as Marcus walked out of the Continental Hotel, he received a call from Weig, the big hair gang.

Half an hour later, Marcus was sitting in Weig's room at the Da Mao Gang's stronghold.

"Marcus, long time no see! How are you doing?" Weig handed Marcus a glass of wine.

Marcus took the wine glass and glanced at Weig, "Haha, I would be better off if you didn't come to me!"

He had long known that Perkins' death was related to Vig's mission. It was Vig's attempt to ask Perkins to kill the leader of the New World that triggered a strong counterattack from the New World, so much so that the Continental Hotel also suffered.

Weig's eyes narrowed, and the look on his face became a little sad, "Marcus, now I only trust you!

My son is dead, killed by John Wick.

Just for the damn...dog! "

Vig's tone was filled with great anger.

Marcus glanced at Vig and took a sip of wine, "Veig, you know, that dog is the only thought left to John's wife.

Joseph killed the dog, which was equivalent to erasing John's only memory in the world.

If it were me, I would do the same! "

When Vig heard Marcus's words, he suddenly raised his head and stared at him angrily, but did not say anything.

He just turned around and took out the parchment from the safe. There was only one space left on the parchment.

"Marcus, I want you to kill John Wick!" Vig said, flashing the parchment.

Marcus stood up and looked at Vig coldly, "Are you sure you want to do this? Vig"

"Yes, Marcus! You don't want to refuse, do you?" Vig looked at Marcus playfully.

The consequences of rejecting the contract would be to be abandoned by the tribe, and he was happy to see such a result.

Because Marcus’ tribe will compensate him!

"I can't refuse you a contract!" Marcus took the parchment, cut open his right thumb with a knife, and printed it heavily.

"From this moment on, the contract between the tribe and you is fully completed." Marcus said solemnly.

"But I need time. After all, no one knows where John Wick is now?"

Marcus went on to say that he could use this to stall for time.

Weig raised his glass and saluted Marcus, "I disappoint you, I know where he is!"

Vig knew what Marcus was planning, but his calculations were also rattling.

John was rescued by the New World. Others didn't know it, but he could guess it with his toes.

In this case, he just asked Marcus to kill John, the best one.

If he couldn't be killed, Marcus wouldn't be able to survive in the New World.

Once Marcus dies at the hands of the New World, John will no longer be able to work for Li Qing no matter how willing he is.

Based on Wei Ge's understanding of Li Qing, if a talent like John is not available, it will definitely be destroyed.

If there is a conflict between the two parties, no matter who dies, he will make a profit!

"Oh? Where is it?" Marcus' eyes lit up and he asked.

“If I’m not mistaken, John Wick is currently recuperating in his stronghold in the New World.

You don’t need me to tell you the base of the new world, right? "

Wei Ge smiled, turned around and walked towards the wine cabinet.

Only then did Marcus understand why Winston knew where John was but didn't dare to tell him.

"New world?" Marcus murmured.

Marcus ignored Weig, turned around and walked out.

Weig looked at Marcus's back and sneered, "Humph, the show is about to begin."

...

New World Apartments.

John woke up from coma again, looked at the slightly familiar environment, and sighed, this time he was in debt again.

"Huh? Old witch, are you awake? How do you feel?" The crow heard John's sigh and came to his bed.

"Old witch? Are you calling me?" John asked doubtfully.

"Isn't babayage an old witch?" Crow looked at John and laughed. He wanted to laugh every time he thought of this.

Just give John Wick the nickname "Old Witch".

John had a black line on his head: "..."

"How long have I been asleep?"

John reluctantly sat up and asked softly.

"One day and one night, the doctor said that you can survive because you are lucky. You lost too much blood and almost couldn't be saved.

Originally, I was rushing to donate blood to you, but the doctor wouldn't let you! "

Crow said regretfully.

"Uh... why?"

"Because the blood types don't match!"

John lay down again and closed his eyes. He didn't want to talk to the crow, he was tired!

"Hey, why did you faint again? Doctor, doctor..."

At this time, on a tall building one kilometer away, Marcus was chewing a cheeseburger and looking at the New World Apartments opposite with a high-power telescope in his hand.

He has been here for two hours, but still hasn't found John's location.

In order to prevent members from being killed, New World specially invited architectural experts to repair the interior decoration.

Looking in from the window, it is not easy to be shot from any angle.

And the outer wall has been reinforced again, and it is difficult for ordinary sniper rifles to penetrate the wall with one shot.

In addition, a sniper point similar to a bunker was specially built on the top floor of the New World Apartment Building.

Marcus was almost discovered several times.

Marcus smiled and threw the last hamburger into his mouth, "If John really lives in it, it's really safe!"

After saying that, he turned and walked out the door.

......

"Haha, Li, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you recently?" Alex, the leader of the Gotham City Mafia, came forward and hugged Li Qing.

"It's okay, but there was a little rat that was annoying some time ago." Li Qing said with a smile.

"Oh, I heard about this matter too. It's you who blew up the Continental Hotel." Alex gave a thumbs up.

At that time, he was negotiating with the Mao Gang and heard some news. He was a little shocked that the New World bombed the Continental Hotel.

But at the same time, it also refreshed his understanding of the New World. This organization is really brave!

"Hey, Alex, stop talking nonsense. This time I came to cooperate with you."

Li Qing sat on the sofa and looked at Alex.

"Cooperation?"

"Yes, cooperation! Aren't you fighting for territory with the Mao Gang? I can help you!

And I don't want territory." Li Qing said mysteriously.

Alex's face became serious, "Li, what do you want?"

"Hehe, I just want a promise from your American Mafia!" Li Qing said with an inexplicable look in his eyes.