America: John Wick 1924

Chapter 21 The Policemen's Shock
A moment later, Sheriff Johnson snapped out of his daze—the moment he did, he jumped up, knocking the chair off his backside, and asked seriously:

"Hey, Otto, are you sure? Those two dead men really were the 'Lavrov brothers'?"

Ultraman nodded vigorously:

"Confirmed! We've confirmed it multiple times! It really is the 'Lavrov brothers'!"

Sheriff Johnson's eyes widened again, his expression blank, and he muttered to himself:
"The Lavrov brothers...are dead...?"

The Lavrov brothers are old acquaintances for the San Francisco police.

Simply put, they are a ruthless killer duo!
It is said that the two brothers were originally top-notch assassins trained by a certain Russian nobleman.

After the fall of Tsarist Russia, the brothers fled to the west coast of the United States and made a living by their old profession—killing even Mafia bosses for enough money—mainly operating in San Francisco.

If you had to describe these brothers in one word... it would be "ruthless" or "inhuman"!
They are highly skilled, not just simple brutes, but versatile individuals skilled in both literature and martial arts.

Like many ruthless Slavs, they were also skilled in explosives and loved to use bombs to blow their assassination targets into countless pieces!

If bombs are unavailable, use a large-caliber pistol to blast the skull of the target.

Of course, their favorite weapon is still their fists.

When conditions permit, they particularly enjoy using their fists to torture and kill their assassination targets.

Punch after punch, starting with non-lethal areas like the hands and feet, gradually breaking the opponent's bones and internal organs...

Legend has it that these two brothers would often burst into excited laughter while beating others to death, laughing as they did so... they were practically the embodiment of evil!

With their efficient assassination methods, ruthless behavior, and indiscriminate work attitude, the brothers quickly made a name for themselves in San Francisco's "underworld".

Perhaps it's their personality, but despite many big shots extending olive branches to them, they never pledge allegiance to anyone, always remaining independent and only loyal to money. They work for whoever pays enough.

In recent years, they have acted like mercenaries, moving between various factions in San Francisco and committing countless murders.

Three years ago, San Francisco police began offering a large reward for information leading to the arrest of the two brothers, but due to a lack of clues and insufficient police resources, they were unable to bring the criminals to justice.

Unexpectedly... the two brothers who had been a major headache for the San Francisco police were dead...

I'll die tonight, in an ordinary train carriage...

At that moment, Sheriff Johnson belatedly remembered something and looked down at the thick book on the table again.

To be precise, it was the passage recorded in the thick book that stated, "Li Yu used only a book and a pencil to turn the tables on his opponent."

"No way……"

Sheriff Johnson couldn't help but mutter.

Of all the people present, the most surprised was Una—she was the only person in the police station who had had detailed contact with Li Yu.

She couldn't possibly imagine that this tall, gentle-looking young priest could be a ruthless character capable of single-handedly killing the Lavrov brothers...

Just as everyone present was still reeling from the shock, an aged voice suddenly rang out:

What are you doing? Aren't you going to work?

Upon hearing this, everyone present was taken aback.

An elderly man with gray hair and beard, a slightly hunched back, and wearing a crisp police uniform appeared like a ghost in the corridor not far away.

Sheriff Johnson reacted swiftly, straightening up in the blink of an eye and bowing respectfully to the old man.

"Director! Good evening!"

Una and the others followed suit, standing tall and bowing to the old man. Called "Chief" by Sheriff Johnson and treated with the respect due to the officers… the old man's identity was becoming increasingly clear.

He was the highest-ranking officer in this police station (Way Shore Precinct)—Mike Logan.

Director Logan raised his right hand, indicating that he should dispense with formalities.

As soon as Sheriff Johnson lowered his right hand, which was holding his salute, he excitedly and impatiently said:
"Chief! You've come at the perfect time! I have some good news to report to you! The Lavrov brothers are dead!"

Chief Logan raised his graying eyebrows:
"Oh? The Lavrov brothers are dead?"

Sheriff Johnson nodded repeatedly:
"That's right!"

He enthusiastically recounted to the old man the whole story of the Lavrov brothers' deaths, during which he made some dramatic gestures.

His beaming expression and impassioned tone made it seem as if he were the hero who had killed the two villains.

After listening calmly, Chief Logan didn't offer much of an opinion, only asking a simple question in return:
Who is currently in charge of this case?

Sheriff Johnson was taken aback:

"Uh, it's not decided yet... If I had to say, it would be Officer Campbell."

Director Logan turned to look at Una.

"Officer Campbell, please come with me. I have something to say to you."

Although Una didn't understand why, she still reflexively said in a loud voice:
"Yes!"

Director Logan turned around with his hands behind his back, and Una quickly followed.

As their footsteps faded into the distance, time seemed to resume its flow, and everyone returned to their relaxed postures, neither standing nor sitting properly.

Those who had work to do continued working, while those who didn't gather together and started chatting.

"He actually managed to kill the Lavrov brothers... Who is that Chinese guy?"

"He is said to be a pastor."

"A pastor who could take down the Lavrov brothers with just a book and a pencil?"

Why did the chief call Officer Campbell away?

"Perhaps they want to ask more about the specific details of the case."

Suddenly, Sheriff Johnson appeared abruptly from the side and interrupted abruptly:

"As your senior, I have a piece of advice for you: it's best to stay away from this case."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their heads to look at Sheriff Johnson.

Although Sergeant Johnson's nonchalant style of doing things is quite off-putting, it is undeniable that he is the most senior officer in the San Francisco Police Department, with a wealth of experience and knowledge. Occasionally listening to his "advice" can be quite useful.

The fact that so many people were his audience greatly excited Sheriff John.

He cleared his throat dramatically and spoke slowly and deliberately, as if in a deep voice:
"Although I don't know why the Lavrov brothers wanted to kill that Chinese man, I guess he probably offended someone, so that person hired the Lavrov brothers to assassinate him."

"The people who can persuade the Lavrov brothers are definitely not ordinary people."

"It's best to stay out of cases involving 'big shots'."

"In short, this case is very complicated, and it's best to stay as far away from it as possible."

(End of this chapter)