I’m A Detective In The Beauty World

Wick nodded at the stunned Jerry, sat down, turned his head and said to Smith: "Hi, Smith."

Smith didn't look back, just sipped his wine and lazily said, "Hi, John."

"Hi, my name is Jerry, code-named'Weasel', and I am the owner of this bar." Jerry stepped forward with excitement, "Mr. John Wick, you are a legend in our circle, you can come My bar, I'm so honored. Although it's a bit presumptuous, can we take a photo together?"

Wick smiled reluctantly: "Will later, I have something I want to talk to Smith."

"Please... by the way, what would you like to drink?"

"Ice water will do."

"Excellent, I'll buy this cup."

Seeing the huge water glass that Jerry was pushing in front of him, Wick's eyes twitched slightly, and he turned to Smith and said, "It's really not your style if you don't go home so late and hide here to drink."

"It's not the same with you," Smith turned his glass. "A good gentleman like you, why did you come to such a place?"

Wick said seriously: "I'm here to find you."

Smith was startled slightly and turned to look at Wick: "Is there any goal you can't solve?"

Wick shook his head: "It has nothing to do with work."

"It's not a business matter?" Smith narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice. "Is it a private matter?"

Wick pursed his lips: "Almost."

"Then I can't help you," Smith sighed after taking another sip. "Now I have a lot of clues."

Jerry leaned over and said in a low voice: "Smith and his husband are separated, don't think too much, just sleep in separate houses."

Smith rolled his eyes. "Thank you for your explanation, Jerry."

"You're welcome, man, who calls us brothers?"

Jerry gave a thumbs up, his teeth gleaming in the light.

"That's the situation," Wick was still calm, nodded to Smith, and said sternly, "I'm sorry to hear this news. Then I won't disturb you, please continue."

After speaking, Wick was about to get up and leave.

"Wait," Smith frowned. "If you leave like this, I am a little curious. Why are you looking for me? Did you go to the sofa?"

Wick did it again and said seriously: "Definitely not, I want to ask you about the information of a NIA agent."

"NIA?" Smith motioned to Jerry to fill himself with a glass of wine again, frowning, "Are you asking what those guys are doing? Didn't they have instructions, can't you take orders involving them in a short time?"

"It has nothing to do with work," Wick said solemnly, "The agent's name is Xie Lun, are you familiar with it?"

"puff!"

Smith had just had a sip of wine and it all sprayed on Jerry.

Jerry wiped his face awkwardly: "Although I use low-quality whiskey, the reaction is not so big, right?"

Smith didn't have time to take care of Jerry, and turned to look at Wick in surprise: "Damn it, how do you know that guy?"

Wick frowned and said, "I knew it because of some private matter."

"Oh," Smith sighed, grabbing the bottle from Jerry's hand very simply, pour himself a glass, and pour a glass for Wick, sighed, "Then I advise you, man, get away from that guy. Far away, the farther the better, and it's best to never see each other again."

"Why?" Wick frowned. "I have secretly inquired, it seems that the background is not small, the backing is very hard, but there are not many people who know him within the NIA, it seems that he is dealing with some highly confidential cases. "

"I'm too lazy to care about his background. I only know one thing. Contacting him would be unlucky for no reason." Smith recalled the scene of his encounter with Wendigo in the old forest in the mountains, and he couldn't help but feel excited. "Really, Wick, I didn't lie to you. Even if I had a relationship problem with Jane, it was after receiving an order about him."

Seeing Smith's entangled expression, Wick took a slight breath, muttered for a moment, and whispered: "I believe you, Smith. But the trouble is, I just met him in the afternoon."

Smith immediately looked around vigilantly: "Damn, you wouldn't lead NIA here, would you?"

Wick shook his head: "Don't worry, I get a tail behind me."

But Smith's expression still didn't relax, and frowned, "What are you doing to see him?"

"You think I'm willing to deal with NIA, who made the identity assigned to me be a fashion designer," Wick was also a little excited, "He just called me to go, can I not go?"

Smith stretched out his hand and nodded Wick's chest, and said in a deep voice: "Quick battle and quick decision. Once you're done, don't contact him again."

Wick laughed bitterly and took a sip from his glass: "But I see that guy's expression seems to recognize me."

"It's normal to recognize, after all, you are too famous in our circle." Smith laughed, "The tree attracts the wind, the shot is the bird."

Wick's expression cooled down: "Do you think he is dangerous?"

"Dangerous? Very dangerous, very dangerous." Smith shook his head. "Although I can't tell you the specific details of the job, I can tell you that I tried at least three actions, but all actions failed inexplicably, and I myself Almost folded in."

Smith took a bitter sip of wine and gritted his teeth, "Especially the last time my wife was still there. As a result, a car explosion happened next to me inexplicably. It almost took the two of us together. As a result, the employer died. So inexplicably canceled."

Smith sighed: "I have been working for so many years, and we have only known each other for more than ten years, right? When did you encounter such an inexplicable job?"

Wick didn't speak, just picked up the wine glass, touched Smith silently, and drank it in one fell swoop.

"By the way, John, when will you get married?"

"There is no date, but it should be soon. This is all Helen is worrying about, I don't care."

"You found a good woman... Dude, as someone who comes from marriage, I solemnly give you a suggestion. Jinpen wash your hands. It will be too painful to do this after marriage."

"...Let's talk about it, come on, have another drink..."

The two big men, who didn't even have a plate of peanuts in front of them, just sat at the counter and drank. Even if Jerry's wine was mixed with water, he couldn't help drinking it like this, mixing white, yellow and red.

When Wick and Smith walked out of the bar while supporting each other, they both drank almost. Fortunately, Wick was a little more sober and knew that he could not drive anymore. But there are no taxis nearby, but the subway station is just across the road.

Taking a look at the time, Wick vaguely remembered that Helen had said that there was the last train at midnight. So he simply supported Smith and staggered towards the subway station.

While walking this way, Smith was still talking drunk.

"Brother John, I'm not going home tonight."

"Okay, okay, you go back to my house, okay?"

"Go back to home, let's continue to find a place, not drunk or return"

"All right, let's go home first, wash our faces and change clothes, and then go out, okay?"

Wick was a little helpless with Smith, and struggling to get off the subway, just as the train slowly entered the platform. After holding Smith into the car, Wick habitually glanced to the left and right, and just saw a man in a suit with an expressionless face sitting on the other side of the car.

He held a black suitcase tightly in his hand.

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