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John Wick had just been attacked at his home. Several men woke him from his sleep and beat him with baseball bats. The legendary assassin, once known in the underworld as the "Night Demon," was stunned by the assault. They even killed the last gift left to him by his deceased wife—a beagle named Lucy—and stole his beloved car.
After the attackers left, John Wick buried his dog in his garden. Recalling his past with his late wife Helen and the final gift she had given him, he decided that violence must be met with violence.
Upon discovering the identity of the attackers, John returned to his home to retrieve all the weapons hidden in his basement, along with the Continental Hotel gold coins.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
John swung a large hammer, smashing the concrete floor beneath him. Each strike reminded him of the day's events, growing heavier with every blow.
Soon, the concrete cracked, revealing hidden crates beneath the surface.
John dropped the hammer and cleared the debris around the boxes. Opening them, he saw they were divided into two sections.
The left side contained four pistols, four magazines, and four grenades—two equipped with silencers. The grenades included two explosive grenades and two smoke grenades.
The right box held a stash of Continental Hotel gold coins, with a Dragon Ball planet nestled in the middle.
Staring at the amber crystal sphere among the coins, John furrowed his brow. If he remembered correctly, he had placed a round stone here when he retired.
"Could Helen have secretly put it in?" he whispered.
Yet that wasn't the case. Doubt filled his mind as he reached for the crystal sphere.
Assassin League Headquarters
Smith Doyle was in a meeting when an idea suddenly popped into his mind.
"Someone managed to get the Dragon Ball rights so quickly… Let's see which lucky person got one of my planets."
As the creator of the seven Dragon Balls, Smith could locate them anytime, and when others touched them, he could see the scenes they were involved in.
Soon, Smith saw the environment around the planet and even John Wick holding it.
Looking at the image in his mind and recognizing the familiar face, Smith thought:
"It's this guy… John Wick, the Night Demon of the Continental Hotel. Looks like the Russian Mafia in New York is about to be crushed."
"What a lucky break… Let's give him a bit of hope."
The next moment, John Wick saw the sphere in his hands flicker and received some information in his mind.
"Dragon Ball?"
"Collect all seven Dragon Balls, and you can summon Shenlong to grant your wishes."
Looking at the star-shaped object, John whispered:
"Is this… a planet?""If all of this is true… Helen, could I bring you back?"
Carefully, John placed the sphere in his pocket. Before searching for the other Dragon Balls, he had another matter to settle.
At the same time, he was still skeptical about the Dragon Balls' wish-granting power. After all, in all his years, he had never heard of such a legend.
Elsewhere…
Cross spoke:
"God, we will assign you a mission as your first step in taking over the Assassin League."
Mr. X continued:
"Of course, this is not a simple solo mission. Our goal is to destroy an evil organization."
The Gunsmith looked at them and said:
"Guys, isn't that a bit much for one organization?"
The Butcher tried to ease the tension:
"What about the leader of this organization?"
"As for the other executives, why not leave them to the rest of the Assassin League?" Smith replied while listening:
"I have no objections. Just pick one organization as the target."
"Have you uncles chosen this evil target?"
Hearing Smith's agreement, Mr. X said:
"We need to use this time to gather intelligence. As for the opponent, you'll choose one soon enough."
Hearing this, Smith realized it was still a matter of choice. He just didn't know which organization had committed such heinous acts. Standing up, he said:
"Alright, I'll take care of other matters. Notify me once the target is decided."
After saying this, Smith Doyle left the meeting room and spoke to Foxy, sitting on the sofa outside:
"Fox, let's go."
Fox stood and followed Smith out. Soon, a black Dodge Viper roared out of the textile factory.
Driving, Fox asked:
"Smith, where are we going?"
Smith looked at the slowly rising sun outside the window and said:
"To the Continental Hotel. You still have their gold coins, right?"
Hearing the destination, Fox looked confused:
"I do have some coins. I collected them from various targets and organizations I assassinated in the past."
"You don't want to destroy that place, do you?"
"We can't take them on head-on."
Hearing this, Smith smiled:
"No, I'm taking you to watch a good show.""I don't plan to go to the Continental Hotel in New York alone."
Hearing about the exciting plan, Fox became intrigued and sped up the car.
Meanwhile…
The phone at John Wick's house rang.
"Ring… ring…"
Picking it up, he heard a familiar voice:
"Hello, John."
The call was from Vigo, the Russian Mafia boss whose son had orchestrated the attack on John.
Noticing John remained silent, Vigo continued:
"I heard about your wife… my condolences.""I deeply regret your loss.""Perhaps this is fate or coincidence.""Maybe our meeting again is just bad luck."
John didn't respond. Vigo called again:
"John?"
"Let's not let our bad instincts control us. Let's handle this like civilized men."
Hearing enough, John Wick hung up. He already knew that the person who stole his car and killed his dog was the son of his former employer.
Realizing the call was cut off, Vigo understood this would not end peacefully. He turned to his men:
"Prepare the team."
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