Red Dead Redemption Dawn

On Huita Street in the civilian area of ​​Saint Denis, John was standing in front of a pub.

This pub is the only one on the street.

Goat Tavern, a very common name.

John walked in.

His arrival also attracted the attention of many people.

He also saw several of the guys **** in the poor area this afternoon, and it seemed that they had untied the ropes and ran back.

He went straight to the bar and said to the bartender.

"Bring me a glass of whisky." After saying that, he took out a dollar and handed it over.

The bartender took the money and poured John a glass of wine.

The atmosphere of the bar has become a little subtle since he came in.

But he didn't care, and started drinking glass by glass.

Touch about to drink the fifth cup.

Someone came to him.

John turned his head to look, it was the little boss he saw in the alley today.

Marcus looked at John with some admiration in his heart. Today, he was indeed stunned by this guy. This seemingly young guy quietly took care of seven or eight people. Although he had three helpers at that time, he He had no confidence in catching him alive at all.

And since others came out to step down for him, he didn't need to insist.

After returning to explain the situation, his boss didn't blame himself much.

He looked John up and down, "You really came here." This sentence sighed.

"I usually speak my mind," John said after watching him take a puff of smoke.

"Come with me, my boss wants to see you." Marcus gestured and walked towards the back of the pub.

John threw the cigarette **** into the glass, then got up and followed behind Marcus.

Behind the door is a room of more than ten square meters. Marcus did not stop, but took John up the handover stairs.

It looked like Kahn was waiting for him on the second floor.

Walking to the door of the room on the second floor, Marcus knocked on the door very solemnly.

"Who?" A deep questioning voice came from inside.

"It's me, I'm here." Marcus replied with a glance at John beside him.

After a while the door opened, and his men motioned for the two to enter.

John followed Marcus blankly, which looked like a villa built on the second floor of a tavern.

The decoration is quite luxurious.

John looked at the place carefully.

Marcus took John to the door on the second floor of the villa again, and there were two bodyguards standing at the door.

Marcus knocked on the door three times this time and went in directly.

The room is a separate room with a table in front and a sofa behind the table.

Sitting on the sofa was a middle-aged white man in his thirties who looked a bit ruthless. Behind him stood two men who were big and three thick, and he was drinking coffee.

"Marcus, who is this?" The sinister-looking white man looked at Marcus and asked.

"Uh~ he was the one who wounded Kaleon," Marcus said.

"Sit." Kahn motioned for John to sit across from him.

Opposite him was not a sofa, but a wooden chair. John looked at the position and the distance between the two.

The position of the wooden chair reminded John of the interrogation chair at the police station in his previous life.

John chuckled twice and then took the initiative to walk to the wooden table and stretch out his hand.

"John Wick, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kahn."

But Kahn didn't extend his hand to him, but took a sip of coffee.

After drinking, he said to John, "I'll let you go over and sit down."

Looking at the sullen face in front of him, John laughed again and reached out to take out a cigarette, but his action obviously scared the bodyguard behind him.

"Don't move around, young man." One of them became a little sensitive by John's strange words and actions, and he took out a pistol and pointed it at John, signaling him to stop picking things up.

John, on the other hand, slowly took out the cigarette and the match.

Seeing that John was pulling out cigarettes and matches, the guy put away his pistol.

John took out his cigarette and lit it on his own, smoking it in front of Cocain.

Seeing that John was unwilling to cooperate with him, Kahn put down the coffee cup in his hand.

"I admire you."

"What kind of appreciation?" John asked with the cigarette between his two fingers.

"No one has been so arrogant in front of me for a long time, you are very courageous." Kahn said in a cold tone.

"Really, I'm actually here to negotiate." John said, smoking a cigarette.

"Peace talk? Hehe~ Do you know who you injured?" Ke Kahn asked.

"I heard it's your stupid brother." John said indifferently.

"Haha~ You are really brave, have you always been so brave?" But Kahn was stunned when he heard John's indifferent tone.

"Thanks, I'm not like that most of the time, but I do it in front of some people who like to play tricks. I hate people who play tricks in front of others." John didn't seem to know the consequences of this sentence.

"Haha~haha~ I don't think you're here to reconcile, I've decided." But Kahn chuckled twice and announced John's fate.

"Go and slap him thirty times and let him know how to talk to me," Kahn said to the two of them.

When the two bodyguards behind him heard it, they stepped forward to grab John and slap him in the mouth.

And when John heard Kaan said he was going to smoke him, he didn't react, but tilted his head and recalled, and said to himself, "One, three, six, seven."

"What six or seven?" one of the bodyguards who walked up to John asked strangely.

"About twenty seconds," John explained, looking at him.

"What the **** are you talking about?" The bodyguard was even more puzzled.

"Come closer, I'll tell you." John motioned him forward.

The bodyguard looked left and right, then took two steps closer. John put his head in his ear and whispered softly, "It won't take twenty seconds for me to kill you guys."

After listening to John's words, the bodyguard's pupils instantly dilated, and he wanted to step back and draw his gun.

But John moved too fast. He instantly pulled out the two daggers from his waist and cut the bodyguard's throat with his right hand from bottom to top.

Blood spurted out instantly and sprayed John's body.

Then John turned and waved another bodyguard's throat~www.NovelMTL.com~ The two knelt down in front of John, clutching their necks and vomiting blood, and then they died.

"Fake!" Seeing this, Kahn uttered a foul language and immediately pulled out the gun under the table, just about to hold it up to John. I saw that John had already threw out the dagger before he touched the gun, and the tip of the knife had pierced Cocain's throat with precision.

"Uh~uh~" Kahn's hand with the gun was immediately dropped to the ground by this blow. He could only cover the blood gushing wound with both hands, intending to use this method to drive away the approaching death.

John held another dagger in his left hand, then turned to look at Marcus, who was standing aside too late to do anything.

Marcus stared blankly at the previously clean and bright conference room, which had turned into a blood-filled **** in a blink of an eye, and the maker was turning his head covered in blood, staring straight at himself.

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