The movies never specified the exact location of John Wick's mansion.
Based on the limited footage available, Dexter could only determine that the house wasn't in the city proper, but out in the suburbs.
That made finding it a pain in the ass. It was going to take time—New York is huge.
After changing into his bulletproof suit, Dexter left the Continental. He retrieved the '69 Mustang from the System, got in, and thought for a moment. First, he bought a physical map of New York and a wireless camera that connected to his phone. Then, he headed toward the outskirts.
He had a lead.
In the movie, after John Wick's dog, Daisy, was killed, John took a bus to see Aurelio, who ran a chop shop dealing in stolen cars.
Aurelio's shop was located not far beneath a very long bridge.
There are only a handful of bridges of that scale in New York: Brooklyn Bridge, Manhattan Bridge, Williamsburg Bridge, the Cleveland Street Viaduct, and the Roosevelt Island Bridge.
Manhattan and Cleveland Street could be ruled out.
That left three...
Dexter guessed the Brooklyn Bridge was the most likely candidate.
The reason was simple. Parts of Brooklyn were gritty and rough—perfect for a chop shop business.
Driving with one hand, Dexter used his phone to search for photos of the area around the Brooklyn Bridge.
Photos were easy to find.
The problem was, his memory of the bridge in the movie was blurry. He looked at the pictures—it looked right, but then again, maybe it didn't.
He checked the other bridges. They looked similar too. He couldn't be sure.
Whatever.
He wasn't in a rush. He'd take his time; he'd find it eventually.
Nearly two hours later.
Bingo.
Found it!
Parking on the side of the road, Dexter looked at Aurelio's shop and smiled. He didn't waste time. He oriented himself based on the shop's location and moved on.
After another two hours of searching.
Heh.
John Wick's modern mansion appeared in his field of vision.
Dexter stopped the car and watched from a distance, grinning. He scanned the surroundings, looking for a good spot to plant the wireless camera.
The camera was battery-operated. It wouldn't last long—maybe two or three days.
But that was enough.
After searching quietly for a moment, Dexter got out of the car. He walked to the perimeter wall of the house directly opposite Wick's. He stuck the camera onto a utility pole, adjusted the angle, and checked the feed on his phone.
The view of the front of Wick's house was clear.
No time to waste. He scrambled back to the Mustang.
Sitting behind the wheel, he lit a cigarette. He decided to wait a bit, hoping to catch a glimpse of John Wick coming outside.
John Wick. The Baba Yaga.
He really wanted to see the man in the flesh.
Unfortunately, no show.
Next time, then.
Dexter hit the gas and left.
It was already evening.
Dexter thought it over and decided not to go back to the Continental just yet. He was heading to Brooklyn.
For what?
To farm Karma Points, of course!
In this world, the police and the government were basically decorations.
This was a world of assassins!
It would be a waste not to take advantage of the opportunity to go on a spree and let loose.
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Brooklyn. Dirty, chaotic, and dangerous.
Dexter hit the brakes and parked on the side of the street.
This hellhole was a goldmine for Karma Points.
Currently, he had 17,425 points left. That was a bit too much hoarding. He needed to spend some to increase his safety.
Time to open some chests!
[You opened a Silver Chest. Congratulations, you received: 12 Grenades.]
[You opened a Silver Chest. Congratulations, you received: Vehicle Upgrade -> Full Ballistic Armor. Upgrade Complete!]
[You opened a Silver Chest. Congratulations, you received: One War Dog (Common). Do you wish to retrieve it now?]
Dexter: "?????"
I'm a dog owner now?
Dexter was stunned for a second, then he laughed.
Alright, fair enough.
In the John Wick universe, how can you not have a dog?
To be honest, Dexter actually liked dogs.
"Retrieve."
Instantly, a dog appeared silently in the passenger seat.
Dexter looked at it.
Dexter froze.
You have got to be kidding me!
This so-called "War Dog" was a goddamn Husky????
Are you serious?
How is a Husky supposed to be a War Dog?
Look at this thing. Tongue lolling out, panting like an idiot, looking goofy as hell...
Dexter was speechless.
He stared at it for a long time.
"Can you actually fight?"
He spent 1,000 Karma Points on this chest. The System didn't have a storage feature for living things, so he couldn't put this handsome idiot back. Dexter had no choice but to accept reality.
Hearing his voice, the Husky—sporting the classic "three-fire" markings on its forehead—tilted its head. It gave Dexter a killer head-tilt, its blue eyes filled with pure derp.
Dexter: "..."
Forget it. Forget it.
Friendship doesn't exist in this world anyway.
Having a goofy dog as a companion might add some flavor to the journey.
He sighed and reached for the tag on the Husky's collar.
There were two Chinese characters engraved on it: Dai Jiu (Dumb Nine).
?????
"Your name is Dumb Nine?" Dexter had a sudden bad feeling.
"Woof!" The Husky barked, looking weirdly excited.
"So... is there a Dumb Eight? A Dumb Seven??" Dexter asked.
Dumb Nine just panted, tongue flapping, offering no answer.
Dexter: "..."
Great. He had to be careful opening chests from now on. If he wasn't careful, he'd end up running a sled team of idiots.
Dexter didn't know how to describe his feelings.
A second later.
He took a deep breath, ignored Dumb Nine for the moment, and opened another chest.
[You opened a Silver Chest. Congratulations, you received: A Dragon's Breath Shotgun (Incendiary), equipped with 10 fully loaded magazines.]
Dexter: "!!!!"
Haha!
A super cool boomstick!!!
Now this was badass.
Dexter was instantly hyped. Without hesitation, he chose to retrieve it.
In the blink of an eye, a tactical shotgun and ten taped-together magazines lay across his lap.
Dexter grabbed the shotgun, stroking the cold steel. He couldn't help it—he was itching to test this thing out in actual combat immediately.
Moments later.
Dexter couldn't wait any longer. He spun the steering wheel, hunting for targets.
He drove for about four or five minutes until he reached a dilapidated street. On the left side of the road, he spotted a group of tattooed gangbangers, laughing loudly and acting tough.
The corners of Dexter's mouth curled up.
He pulled over and parked the car not far from the group.
A classic muscle car like this, in a neighborhood like this...
He was 100% certain those guys would come over.
Let's wait.
Dexter gripped the Dragon's Breath shotgun, trembling with excitement, and waited for the show to start.
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