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Seeing sweat forming on John Wick's forehead, Smith smiled quietly and said nothing.
Fox silently grumbled, "Smith is such a liar! When did Assassin League missions become about investigations and guidance?" But then again… did Dragon Balls really exist? Could they truly grant any wish?
Why was John Wick so convinced? Could it be the power of that crystal orb?
Ignoring the sweat on his forehead, John Wick asked,"I… I just want to bring my wife, Helen, back to life.Also… does my performance meet your standards?"
Smith Doyle smiled."You are still under observation and evaluation."
Satisfied with this answer, John Wick stood and said,"I hope I can pass your assessment, but for now, I need to handle some personal matters."
He understood the significance of his dog and his car—they were Helen's treasures left for him. He knew that if he faltered midway, he might fail the assessment, and even if he paused, Vigo and his son Rusev Tarasov would still stand in his way.
Smith Doyle nodded gently."Go handle your personal matters. Your evaluation is ongoing.""Thank you."
After thanking him, John Wick left Smith's room.
Once the door closed, Fox made sure no one was outside, then scrutinized Smith."My God… are you telling the truth?"
Smith smiled."Partially."
Fox's eyes widened."So… the Dragon Ball story is real?"
Seeing Smith nod in agreement, Fox, though she had suspected it, was still shocked. She realized that other aspects of the legend might soon become reality.
After a moment of silence, she asked,"If it's true… don't you want to make a wish?"
Smith shook his head."I don't need to."
Fox opened her mouth to say something, but ultimately stayed silent. After a few seconds, she said softly,"You're worthy of being our god. Your level is far too high."
Seeing Fox's confusion, Smith offered no explanation. After all, the Dragon Balls were created according to his power. He had no wish to fulfill. The dragon could not grant what he could not do himself, and he had no need to rely on it. With his foresight across the Marvel Universe, he was already in control.
Smith pulled out his phone and called Winston. Within seconds, the call connected.
"Smith, it's quite rude to call the old man at this hour," Winston said.
Unfazed, Smith replied with a smile,"Winston, someone has broken the rules of the Continental.""I'm kind-hearted—I'll help you clean up the mess."
Hearing this, Winston sat up fully alert and asked seriously,"Are you sure someone broke Continental rules?What exactly happened?"
Smith glanced at Perkins, seated in the chair, and said,"She went after John Wick's bounty and carried out an assassination inside the hotel.I'm sure the hallway surveillance will show you everything."
After saying this, Smith Doyle drew his pistol and fired at Perkins' head.
Bang!
A single bullet pierced Perkins' skull, and she died instantly.
There was a three-second silence on the other end of the line before Winston said,"I understand."
Smith hung up and said bluntly,"I'm not going to watch this guy until dawn. We have other matters to attend to."
Fox rolled her eyes."You see, she's been awake for a while and heard our conversation."
Smith nodded."Her wildly beating heart gave her away. Seems the news about the Dragon Balls is indeed exciting.Let's head to Little Russia and see what John Wick does next."
Smith Doyle then led Fox out of the Continental. Shortly after, Winston came to Room 819, checked the rooms, and took Perkins' body away.
When Smith and Fox arrived at the church in Little Russia, it was still dark. This was the stronghold of Russian mob boss Vigo Tarasov, storing bribery evidence, leverage against politicians, and cash. It was a highly important location.
Upon arrival, they surveyed the area and found the warehouse believed to be holding John Wick. They ultimately chose a rooftop with a wide view yet relatively concealed as their ambush point.
The day arrived.
Fox watched through binoculars as John Wick carried a large canvas bag into the church."Smith, John's here."
Click, click, click.
Gunfire erupted, and the "Demon of the Night" began his killing performance.
Smith Doyle retrieved a second-generation Combat Efficiency Detector from his tactical backpack, put it on, and began observing.
4 o'clock, 5, 5, 4, 3.
Strangely, some of the Russian gang's combatants were astonishingly weak.
Let's see how long John Wick can fight.
From the six o'clock direction, the combat energy was unexpectedly high—stronger than level five.
John Wick fired several consecutive shots, each fatal. The entire process was smooth, precise, and efficient—no wasted movements, no unnecessary words. He had a unique charisma. Unlike some fools who babble before killing or show sentiment during a fight, he executed every action with deadly precision.
It was exactly this decisive, lethal efficiency that made Smith willing to bring Fox to witness this killing spectacle.
Now, Fox was curious about the device Smith had brought. She stopped paying attention to the killing and asked,"Smith, what is this? I've never seen anything like it."
Smith pointed to the device and said,"This is a Combat Efficiency Detector. It observes the target's energy and quantifies their combat power."