At this moment, a phone on the desk suddenly lit up, accompanied by a brief vibration.
Not long after, a man, wrapped in a bath towel, emerged from the bathroom, steam rising from his body.
He used the bath towel to dry his wet hair, then casually tossed it aside and walked towards the desk.
The camera panned left, revealing an M1911 next to the phone.
In the background, a blurred figure slowly approached.
Immediately after, a hand suddenly entered the frame and picked up the phone.
The phone unlocked, displaying two missed calls and a message notification.
"Hmm… Zhang?" The man was surprised at first, then ignored that call record and looked at the next message, which was a string of asterisks from an unknown number.
But the next moment, the man's hand froze, as if the entire room had become utterly silent.
"Let's have another game. We'll see if I kill him first, or if you save him first."
The content was brief, with no signature, but the man knew who had sent him the message.
The camera slowly moved up, and John Wick's face came into view, though he had many scars, indicating he hadn't had an easy time recently.
But at this moment, John's expression was unusually serious, and his eyes revealed a look of both nostalgia and worry.
This message was a challenge to him, one he had to accept, but the problem was he couldn't leave Siberia for now.
Although he had a high assessment of Johnny's professional abilities, he wasn't sure if he could withstand this man.
No, he definitely couldn't!
And, based on his understanding of that man, he must have already met Johnny.
Would his foolish apprentice still have to face this guy in the end?
"Hoo~"
John exhaled a long, soft breath.
Then, he opened his phone's contacts, found a number, and dialed it.
Beep—
The call waiting sound rang in the receiver, and after 3 seconds, the call was answered.
"John, long time no talk, how have you been?"
A slightly cheerful voice came from the other end of the line; clearly, these two hadn't seen each other in a long time.
After two seconds of silence, John said in a low voice, "I need you to protect him."
"Really? Are you kidding me?"
The man on the other end was surprised. "He's already a somewhat famous assassin, does he still need my protection?"
The man's voice rose two pitches, but he quickly realized that if John was asking him to do it, it was definitely no small matter.
"What trouble has he gotten into now?"
The man on the other end seemed to know Johnny very well, but John shook his head and then said in a low voice, "This time, the trouble isn't something he caused, but something I brought to him."
"What?"
An incredulous question mark came from the other end of the line.
"Listen, this time, one of my rivals has set his sights on him, but I can't leave for now, so I can only ask you to help me protect him."
John could only say this. The person on the other side seemed to be silent for a while, his mind working quickly, then he tentatively asked, "Is that the old lion?"
"Yeah~"
This time, the tone on the other end of the phone also became a bit complicated. "This favor, perhaps I can't help you with it, but I can get someone else to help."
It wasn't because he was afraid, but because he wasn't sure if his physical fitness could keep up with that guy, and he was too cunning.
"Who are you going to send to help him? Marcus."
It turned out the man on the other end of the phone was Marcus, one of John's good friends, especially skilled in long-range attacks. If even his good friend couldn't confirm he could help, who else could?
"Jackal… my distant nephew. If he's willing to help, I think it shouldn't be a big problem."
When John heard the name Jackal, he felt a bit unfamiliar, as being a veteran, he wasn't very familiar with these new generations.
"A former member of the British Special Air Service's special operations team, he has carried out multiple ultra-long-range special operations missions. In this area, I am not as good as him."
Marcus briefly introduced him, and John nodded at his words. "Then let it be him. After it's done, 10 assassin coins."
But Marcus laughed. "No need to be so formal, one coin will suffice. Young people should communicate appropriately, and besides, your apprentice is a good prospect; they should get along."
John nodded. "I'll find out where he is and then send you the location."
"No problem, remember to let me know when you're back. It's been a long time since we had a drink together," Marcus said with a smile.
"Of course." After John replied, he hung up the phone, but Marcus was stunned.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since John had so readily accepted his invitation.
From when he was with his wife, or rather, since his wife passed away, John had been like a changed man.
"It seems Night Owl's changes to Night Demon are indeed significant…" Marcus sighed, then scrolled through the numbers in his contacts.
He found the number and dialed it.
"Hello?"
"It's me, Marcus."
Marcus said directly. The person on the other end paused, then asked with a smile, "Uncle? Why did you suddenly think of calling me? (In foreign countries, no matter if it's a paternal uncle, maternal uncle, or a distant uncle, there's only one unified term: uncle)"
"There's something I need your help with…"
As Marcus spoke, he felt his phone vibrate.
He picked up the phone and saw it was a message from John, with an address written on it.
"You need to go to Bangkok and help me protect someone. The reward is 2 assassin coins."
Marcus directly told his distant nephew, Jackal, the requirements. Some details that even John hadn't thought of, he thought of all of them and told his distant nephew.
"Understood?"
Marcus asked.
"Understood."
Then, Marcus sent the address to his nephew.
Looking at the address on his phone, the man with a face full of freckles smiled.
"Night Owl? I can't believe we're going to meet again."
The man put down his phone and looked out the window. The camera slowly moved up, revealing it was Jackal, the guy who looked like Eddie Redmayne (the freckled man).
The rain outside was still pattering, but Jackal had no mind to admire the scenery outside the window.
He picked up his phone again and made a call, "Honey, I'm going to Thailand for a business trip these two days. I'm leaving things at home to you."
Jackal's wife, Nuriya, sounded a bit displeased on the other end of the phone, "Another business trip? Charlie, you haven't been home for 3 months."
"Sorry, sorry. When I come back from Thailand this time, I'll bring you some specialties from Thailand as my apology."
Jackal was all smiles, apologizing and speaking at the same time. Only then did the other side calm down.
After hanging up the phone, Jackal's smile instantly vanished, and he returned to his cold expression.
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