After a long period of busy signals, the phone remained unanswered, so Johnny hung up.
The call he had just made was to Black Rose Serena, but it was clear she was busy at the moment.
Johnny sat on the bed in a daze for a while. It had been almost a year since he transmigrated, and he had gradually learned a lot from the memories of the original owner, but there were still some unresolved issues.
Most of the mysteries were now more or less understood. The only remaining question was the whereabouts of Lisa, that Mad Dog, who had already caused him a lot of trouble.
What was her purpose in approaching him?
But none of that mattered. Johnny hated people who shot him in the back without showing their face. When he found her, he would definitely shoot her first.
He got up and washed, looking at his bare upper body. His muscles weren't very defined, but they were well-proportioned.
He had the kind of physique that combined both endurance and explosive power, completely different from muscle-bound men who looked like they were on steroids.
Only, his body was covered in all sorts of scars, which marred this aesthetic. But then again, his luck hadn't been too bad.
Aside from the one shot he took in Germany on his way to Jack, the only other serious injury he sustained was at the textile factory. A mere fatal wound was no problem with the Brotherhood's special formula.
Most other times, he only suffered scrapes, and the few stab wounds he received weren't serious and healed quickly.
He put on his custom leg armor, then a loose tracksuit, followed by a soft body armor vest underneath, and then another hoodie over it. On the surface, there was no visible protection. Then he took two guns with him.
One tti sand viper, one FN57.
These two guns were already Johnny's essential firearms, and the high-firepower weapons had not yet arrived.
Many of them required modifications, so they couldn't be shipped immediately because Johnny had made many requests.
His camaro had also been modified, and all he needed to do was fill all the storage compartments inside.
He would buy an SUV then, and after it was modified with bulletproof armor, it could hit the road. But he still had to consider which model to buy.
Anyway, there were many things to do, and Johnny was not in a hurry. Things had to be done one by one. These configurations would eventually be in place, it was just a matter of time, and he still had some unfinished business on hand.
After washing up, Johnny got into his car.
His phone vibrated. He opened it. It wasn't Serena, but Tom who had sent him a message.
"Fist and foot skills require continuous training, otherwise, they will become rusty. Of course, I wish you good luck in your martial endeavors."
Looking at the message, Johnny smiled slightly. He didn't reply, but put his phone aside and started his car.
Half an hour later, Johnny appeared at the entrance of the Continental Hotel's New York branch.
When Johnny pushed the door open, Charon at the front desk saw him immediately. "Good morning, Mr. Night Owl."
Although he was a Black man, he still maintained a noble etiquette that other Black people could not match.
"Good morning, Charon. Is Mr. Winston in?"
That's right, Johnny came to the Continental Hotel to find Winston. As the manager of the Continental Hotel, he had many of his own channels and sources of information.
Until he had better intelligence sources, Winston was the best choice. After all, his master had also told him that if he was unsure about intelligence, he should ask Winston, and there might be an answer.
But Charon shook his head at him. "Mr. Winston has gone to a meeting. I don't know when he will be back."
"Oh, that's really unfortunate." Johnny was at a loss for what to do. After all, it's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. Since the person happened to be out, Johnny couldn't say much.
Charon glanced at Johnny, looking as if he wanted to speak but hesitated.
Johnny was now somewhat famous in the underworld, and with his master John Wick, he was an absolute trump card, but there were some things he hadn't decided whether to tell Johnny.
However, Johnny sensed that Charon had something to say to him, so he turned back and walked over, looking at Charon.
"You seem to have something to tell me?"
Johnny's eyes looked directly at Charon. Under Johnny's gaze, Charon's expression finally softened.
"I always feel that Mr. Winston has something on his mind lately, and I've also heard some rumors. I think Mr. Winston needs John Wick's help."
Charon spoke softly, as if worried about being overheard.
After hearing Charon's words, Johnny also frowned. If Winston needed John's help, he should have told him directly, not through Charon to tell him.
This indicated that Winston did not want to rely on John's power, and Charon clearly knew something, which was why he chose to tell him.
Or perhaps, from Winston's perspective, this matter might not be that complicated, and he could resolve it.
So Johnny reached out and patted Charon's shoulder. "Don't worry, Mr. Winston has his own considerations. If he needs help, I think John will act."
Hearing Johnny's words, Charon could only nod and didn't say much, but continued to busy himself with his own affairs. Johnny also walked thoughtfully towards the mini-bar.
At this moment, his phone vibrated. Johnny took out his phone, glanced at it, and answered.
"Don't tell me you're going to deal with that old man now."
Johnny answered the phone, and his first sentence was this.
"I wish I could, but his security is too strong. I can't get close to him."
Serena's voice came through the receiver, and she sounded a little frustrated. "Zhang, I need your help."
"When?"
Johnny didn't ask too many questions. After all, that old man Oriska had tricked him twice, so he had to take him down no matter what.
"Not yet, he's too cunning. I lost him."
Catherine continued, "Give me a little more time, and he's been active in Eastern Europe recently. I think I'll find him again soon."
Hearing Catherine's words, Johnny just nodded. Since he wasn't needed for now, he would wait.
Johnny just didn't expect Catherine to be so persistent about the old man Oriska, continuously tracking him. And from the looks of it, she must have already made a move but failed again.
"Heh heh, Oriska, just you wait!"
Johnny, who had just hung up the phone, was about to order a drink when his phone rang again.
After glancing at the caller ID, Johnny was a little surprised, then pressed the answer button.
"Dominic, what makes you call me?"
It turned out that Dominic was calling him, but Dominic's next sentence left Johnny a little bewildered.
"Are you busy lately? I need your help with something. Go to the Philippines and deal with someone for me."
"Are you hiring me?" Johnny joked.
Dominic said seriously, "The CIA wants me to work for them again, but I refused and recommended you to them."
Well, it's the CIA again...
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