People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Gaisby-Falzen may be stupid, but at least he grew up in the Falzen family, so he can't be that stupid.

Upon hearing this, Gasby-Falzon immediately understood the meaning: "Does an outsider do it?"

“It seems that’s the case,” the deputy replied. “Otherwise, the families that made the move wouldn’t be so quiet at this point.”

The voice reached my ears.

Gasby-Falzon felt a slight jolt of tension. He glanced instinctively at the window, then quickly moved behind the wall to make sure the sniper couldn't see him from the outside. "Strengthen defenses, get our snipers in good positions, and stay alert."

“Okay,” the deputy readily agreed, then took out his walkie-talkie and gave the order.

After giving his orders, the deputy asked Gasby-Falzen, "Boss, do you think the group that killed Martin-Skester will come after us?"

Gaisby-Far nodded, his face serious. "If it really was done by outsiders, then that's very possible. Maybe they're here to take over our territory."

It's not a complicated matter.

The underground world of New York City has long been established.

There are certainly many ways for outside forces to get involved. But compared to other methods, directly eliminating one or more existing families with swift and decisive action and replacing them is obviously more efficient and more profitable.

Gaisby-Fald dared not be careless.

This is a matter of life and death.

Who would dare to be careless?

Almost at the same time.

The heads of the other five families made the same arrangements; none of them dared to risk their lives.

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the other side.

Ding Ze had watched the show long enough, so he told the driver to drive off, "Let's go, take me to the New York Public Library."

The driver was stunned and couldn't follow Ding Ze's train of thought. What was he doing at the library so late?

"Boss?" the driver couldn't help but ask.

Ding Ze smiled and said, "New York is very interesting, go ahead."

Ding Ze had already checked online beforehand.

There are indeed mainland hotels in New York.

Well, since we're already here, how can we not visit the Mainland Hotel and admire Comrade John Wick's charm?

Since Ding Ze had said that, the driver didn't dare to say anything more and obediently drove towards the New York Public Library, relying on the map.

We arrived at the library entrance.

"You guys wait here, I'll be right back," Ding Ze said, then got out of the car alone and walked quickly towards the library.

His target was the second floor.

He was going to retrieve the gold coin that Comrade John Wick had hidden in that book, then go to the Continental Hotel to have some fun and meet Charon and Winston.

Hehe, how interesting.

Everything went very smoothly.

Before long, Ding Ze found the specific book, opened it, opened the hidden compartment, took out the five gold coins inside, put the book back in its original place, and strolled out.

Got in the car.

"Go to the Mainland Hotel, the address is xxx," Ding Ze said to the driver.

The driver didn't say a word.

About twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the Mainland Hotel.

"Find a place to stay nearby and wait for my call," Ding Ze said, then got out of the car, picked up his simple luggage, turned around, and looked at the famous Continental Hotel.

After watching for a short while, Ding Ze stepped onto the stairs and walked towards the Mainland Hotel.

At this time of night, the lobby of the mainland hotel was filled with a number of idle, pretentious-looking assassins.

Ding Ze smiled as he walked and looked around. When he reached the counter, he looked at Comrade Charon behind it and smiled, "One room, thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Ze took out a gold coin and placed it on the counter.

Charon, with his usual dark expression, took the gold coins and asked, "How many days do you need to stay?"

"About five days," Ding Ze replied with a smile.

“Okay,” Charon said quickly, and in a moment, he handed Ding Ze a key. “Room 309, have a pleasant stay.”

"Thank you," Ding Ze said, taking the keys and turning to walk towards the elevator.

Suddenly, at that very moment.

A slightly tall figure walked into the Continental Hotel.

Ding Ze caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, then decisively turned around and looked directly at the figure, which was John Wick, and laughed.

This world is really interesting.

He came, and then John Wick came.

In other words, John Wick's car has been stolen, his dog has been killed, and this guy has come here to start a legendary tale of getting my dog ​​back?

After thinking for a moment, Ding Ze stopped rushing upstairs, walked to an empty seat, sat down, lit a cigarette, and smiled openly at John Wick.

John Wick, dressed in a suit and tie, with a tall and straight figure and long flowing hair, is undeniably handsome.

Ding Ze genuinely likes her.

As a top assassin, John Wick naturally noticed Ding Ze's gaze. Somewhat puzzled, he walked up to Ding Ze and stopped. "Do I know you?"

Ding Ze shook his head and replied with a smile, "I probably don't know you. I just arrived in New York. But I do know you, John Wick."

John Wick nodded, and just like in the movies, he was sparing with words, said nothing more, and went straight to the counter.

Charon still had a dark expression on his face, but his tone had become much more polite.

Charon quickly booked a room for John Wick and handed him the key.

John Wick took the keys and slowly walked toward the elevator.

“As always, welcome, Mr. Wick,” Charon said.

John Wick stopped, turned around, nodded to Charon, said nothing, and continued walking.

Seeing this, Ding Ze smiled, got up, and walked towards the elevator with John Wick.

John Wick found it strange.

Ding Ze maintained his smile. "Mr. Wick, are you here to find Yousef Tarasov?"

Hear this.

John Wick immediately stopped again, turned to look at Ding Ze, and his eyes held an extremely clear murderous intent. "You're one of Vigo's men?"

Ding Ze immediately shook his head, "That kind of trash can't afford me. I'm not anyone's man, I'm just a guy who likes interesting things."

Seeing John Wick's reaction, Ding Ze knew there was no mistake; the plot was correct.

Before John Wick could say anything, Ding Ze continued, "Youssef should be at the Red Circle Club right now. Viggo deliberately left him there, waiting for you to go there."

John Wick heard this, but just looked at Ding Ze and didn't say anything.

Ding Ze smiled, unconcerned. "Go ask Winston, the result will be the same. See you later."

After saying that, Ding Ze walked straight towards the elevator.

John Wick moved and followed him into the elevator. "What should I call you?"

“Jansen Freeman,” Ding Ze replied.

“Thanks,” John Wick said, taking out a gold coin and handing it to Ding Ze.

Ding Ze accepted it readily.

Why not accept it? It's a gold coin.

“You’re welcome. I’d be happy to help you because I admire you very much,” Ding Ze said, taking out a checkbook and pen from his jacket pocket. He quickly wrote down a number he probably wouldn’t change, tore off the check, and handed it to John Wick.

“Mr. Wick, this is my number. If you keep walking down this road, you may need my help at some point in the future. Feel free to call me then,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

John Wick didn't take it immediately. He stared at Ding Ze silently for a few seconds before accepting the check. "Thank you."

You're welcome. I really enjoy interesting people and things.

The words had barely been spoken when

Ding.

The elevator reached the third floor.

"Goodbye," Ding Ze said as he walked out.

John Wick did not reply.

Ding Ze went to his room, looked around for a bit, then sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and called one of his subordinates, "Send invitations to the other six families in the name of Dongfeng Security. Meet them at the rooftop of the Mainland Hotel at 11:00 AM tomorrow. I hope they won't be absent."

"Okay, boss."