Marvel’s Big Villain

Without further ado, the boss behind the scenes immediately called the base to ask about John.

Fortunately, John has not rested yet and is holding a meeting with important members of the base.

He will leave Houston for New York tomorrow, and he must arrange the chores at the base before leaving.

The boss was overjoyed when he got the news.

He hurriedly applied to meet John, on the grounds that there was a special guest in the nightclub, and John should like him.

After typing the application, everyone sat in a private room and waited.

John Wick has an extraordinary status in Houston, and it is not easy to make an appointment with a simple phone call. It is not easy for even dignitaries to meet him.

"Do you think he will refuse, or have suspicions." Loki asked with some concern.

For John Wick, his understanding is only the information on paper.

But if you want to see a person clearly, you have to see it face to face.

"Probably not." The boss replied, with some uncertainty in his tone.

When the organization is employing people, it recruits people from the society extensively. In this year, he introduced thirteen people to join the organization through his hands.

But today he deliberately used the word 'special', John Wick would definitely be interested in such a person.

As for suspicion, that's even more impossible.

Rocky entered the nightclub in disguise, neither revealing his identity nor doing anything suspicious.

Unless John Wick can predict the prophet, why should he be suspicious.

After waiting quietly for more than ten minutes, there was a reply from the base.

John Wick agrees to meet!

Loki secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at everyone with a satisfied expression.

"Let's go and meet our companions."

The agent is a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. and registered on the Joker organization's information network, so he stayed alone at the nightclub, and two security guards drove Loki and the boss there.

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John's style of doing things is different from others.

Others chose the address of the secret stronghold, wishing they could choose it in the deep mountains and old forests.

Uncharacteristically, he chose the Houston base in a members-only hotel in the city center.

The small hermit hides in the wild, and the big hermit hides in the court.

This hotel occupies a large area and is decorated in a classical style. Many local dignitaries like to come and go here.

But maybe even SHIELD doesn't know that these dignitaries are the sponsors of the Clown Organization.

They provided a lot of wealth and resources secretly in exchange for the convenience and peace of their own business, and this hotel was provided for free by them.

Whether you hate Jason or love him, there's no denying it.

Under the current situation, if you want to do a good job and expand your business, you must have a good relationship with the clown organization.

Otherwise, even a top rich man like Tony Stark can only be forced to leave the company and live a life of displacement.

American capitalists understand this truth. The most important thing is that they only care about immediate and future interests.

As long as there are enough interests, even if the Clown Organization thinks of subverting the world instead, they are willing to provide support.

The security guard at the nightclub drove the Ford, swiped his card and drove into the underground parking lot of the hotel.

As soon as it came to a stop, two burly black brothers came over, with a large-caliber pistol pinned to their waist.

When they walk, their hands swing naturally, but their right hand is always close to the holster so that they can draw the gun and shoot at any time.

These people are all full-fledged members of the Joker organization, and their combat effectiveness is no less than that of SHIELD agents.

Before Brother Hei could speak, the boss took out a card from his pocket and handed it over.

"Trouble."

Brother Hei nodded and took it, and then inserted it into a device similar to a POS machine.

This card records the information of the members of the organization, which also includes an invitation to enter the hotel.

Unless it is a high-level distribution in Houston, ordinary members of the organization can only enter the hotel with permission.

"The invitation information shows two people." Brother Hei raised his head and said expressionlessly.

The boss pointed to the two people in front: "They are drivers, don't go in."

Brother Hei nodded and returned the card to him: "Come in."

Rocky and the boss got out of the car one by one.

One black brother stayed to watch the two security guards, and the other black brother led them into a special elevator to the floor where John Wick was.

That's right, even if you have an invitation letter from the base, you can't run around in the hotel, there are strict floor and time restrictions.

The elevator stopped on the top floor and went down one floor, Brother Hei handed them over to the senior security guard of the hotel.

These security guards are on the same floor as John, in other words, they are John's private troops.

"Security check." The security guard said.

The first thing to do when meeting John was to hand over all the weapons he was carrying and anything the security considered suspicious.

The boss is very sensible, he threw the pistol in the car in advance, and just handed over the mobile phone.

As for Loki, he doesn't have anything on him, but it's hard not to attract people's attention with that flamboyant scepter.

"This is a gift from me to Mr. Wick, and I hope to hand it to him." Loki explained.

The security guard took the scepter and took a closer look, and went through the X-ray machine again, but found nothing special, it seemed to be just a beautiful handicraft.

"Let's go."

After passing the security check, the security guard led the two to John Wick's reception room.

This is an elegant room with classic decoration style, wooden antique furniture and light yellow lighting creating a warm and comfortable atmosphere.

At the end of the day's work, John took off his black suit and only wore a plain white shirt.

He was sitting upright on the couch, holding a glass of iced whiskey in his hand. Drinking a glass of wine before going to bed is a habit he has always maintained.

After knocking on the door and entering the living room, the security guard quietly left.

"sit!"

John glanced at the scepter and signaled the two to sit down.

Rocky and the boss were left and right, and then looked at John together.

In his thirties, he had a very sensual beard and ten neatly trimmed nails.

The first impression John gave him was that he didn't look like a killer but a gentleman.

John: "What would you like to drink? Water, coffee, or whiskey!"

Without thinking, the boss blurted out: "Whiskey!"

The big boss Jason loves to drink whiskey, and over time it has become a hobby of members of the organization, as if not drinking whiskey is a heretic.

"Same." Loki said casually.

For the so-called good wine on the earth, he really doesn't like it at all.

To dare to be called fine wine in Asgard, it must go through natural fermentation for at least a thousand years, and the taste is far from what ordinary people can enjoy.

And the wine that has only been fermented for 20 years on the earth can be called fine wine and sold at sky-high prices.

There is too much difference in level between the two, and for Loki, the wine on Earth is the same as anything else.

Deciding what to drink, John slowly got up and poured wine for the two, as if the two opposite were not subordinates, but guests from afar.

"Sir... let me do it." The boss was flattered, and quickly stood up and grabbed the whiskey in his hand.