America: John Wick 1924

Chapter 61 We march on to England!
Li Yu's volunteering drew curious glances from Hugo and Olycia.

"Priest, why are you so obsessed with 'Redthroat'? Is he your enemy?" Olivia asked.

Li Yu said softly:
Whether I have a grudge against him depends on the shape of the red mark on his neck. So, how about it? Would you like me to join you?

Hugo chuckled to himself:

"With an expert like you assisting us, we naturally welcome you with great enthusiasm."

Li Yu spread his hands:

"As long as you can reimburse me for the cost of the bullets, everything is negotiable."

"Of course. My promise still stands. After this is over, I will repay you tenfold for the cost of the bullets."

After saying that, Hugo turned to look at Olycia and said:

"Olicia, prepare the car! Let's give 'Redthroat' a big surprise!"

……

……

Boom boom!

The roar of the engine echoed throughout the entire street.

A small American-made pickup truck sped down an empty street, leaping over a low hill with all four wheels suspended in the air. Upon landing, the rubber tires sparked as they scraped the road.

Sitting in the back with Hugo, Li Yu was jolted senseless... The rollercoaster-like experience made him recall his past travels in Hubei.

The person in charge of driving was Olivia.

She was seen holding the steering wheel with one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other, taking sips every now and then.

Watching her recklessly drink and speed through the car, Li Yu couldn't help but question her:

"Hey! Olivia! Don't you know that drinking and driving is a very dangerous thing to do?"

Olivia gulped down another large mouthful:

"Pastor, don't worry! I'm the kind of person who gets more sober the more drunk I am!"

"The fact that you put the words 'drunk' and 'sober' together makes me doubt whether you are really sober right now."

"Hahahaha! Priest, don't worry! Look, there are four cars ahead, I won't crash into them!"

Li Yu raised his gaze and looked ahead—there were clearly only two cars in front of him.

Squeak squeak squeak squeak—!
Olivia jerked the steering wheel, the wheels screeching against the road surface.

First, the rear of the truck swung, then the body straightened, and the heavy truck darted through the gap between the two vehicles like a fish.

Li Yu, who almost thought they were going to crash, couldn't help but scream.

"Haha ...

Olycia burst into laughter, tears welling up in her eyes.

Although she didn't see it with her own eyes, she could tell from the sound that Li Yu had been seriously tricked by her prank.

Hugo shrugged, a helpless expression on his face.

"Mr. Li, please forgive me, but Olycia always likes to make such nasty jokes."

"However, her driving skills are commendable. I can assure you of that."

"Olicia wasn't lying; she really is the kind of person who can perform exceptionally well when she's drunk."

"I've known her for so many years and I've never seen her get into a traffic accident."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have felt comfortable handing the steering wheel to her."

Li Yu was somewhat skeptical of Hugo's explanation, but he reluctantly accepted it. Admittedly, Olycia was driving extremely fast, but overall she wasn't going too far, driving steadily on the road.

Therefore, Li Yu stopped focusing on Olycia's driving and continued to check the equipment at hand.

Looking around, the carriage, which was neither too big nor too small, was like an armory! It was filled with various firearms, including lever-action rifles, submachine guns, and shotguns!
At that moment, Hugo was busy loading bullets into his shotgun, while Li Yu was putting on his holster and belt.

Li Yu never expected that the belt and holster he had just bought would come in handy so quickly.

He put the two M1911 pistols, each with a magazine, into the holsters on his left leg and right armpit, respectively, and then stuffed the four magazines filled with bullets into the gap in his belt at his lower back.

Once everything was ready, he looked up at Hugo in front of him:
"Mr. Hugo, is your intelligence accurate? Is 'Red Throat' really at 23 Saskatchewan Street?"

Hugo nodded:
“23 Saskatchewan Street is the private villa of ‘Red Throat’.”

“He spends the night in his private villa every Sunday night.”

"He thought his private information was well protected, but little did he know that in my eyes he was no different from a 'transparent person'."

"I only turned a blind eye to his actions because I didn't want to start a war."

Unexpectedly, he mistook my "tolerance" for "weakness".

"Forget it, it's no use saying anything now."

"His fate was sealed the moment his men kicked down the doors of my church."

Click—Hugo loaded the last bullet into the shotgun barrel.

Four shotguns, fully loaded with bullets, were lying beside his legs.

Li Yu nodded:

"As long as there's no mistake. All I want to do is confirm if that 'Redthroat' is the person I'm looking for. I don't care about anything else."

Suddenly, Olympia seemed to remember something and called out to Hugo:
"Hugo! Put that record in the record player right now! I want to hear that song!"

Just now, while Li Yu and Hugo were busy moving weapons and ammunition into the back of the truck, Olivia brought over a record player and a record, insisting on bringing these two items with her.

Hugo gave a strange look and sighed heavily:

"Olicia, are we really going to play that song?"

"Of course! I bought this record specifically for this day!"

Unable to dissuade Olivia, Hugo could only put the record into the record player and press play—the stirring music immediately began to play.

Upon hearing this strangely familiar melody, Li Yu was momentarily stunned, and blurted out:

"We March to England?"

Olycia raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise on her face.

"Oh? Pastor, not bad! You actually recognize this song!"

As a music enthusiast, Li Yu has explored military songs from various countries.

Among the vast sea of ​​military songs, Li Yu particularly likes "We Go to England," with lyrics by German writer Hermann Lens.

Whether it's the stirring melody, the repetitive structure, or the war narrative style that combines pathos and heroism, it all hits Li Yu's strong points.

Hugo sighed again:
"It's not right for you to make a Frenchman listen to German military songs..."

Olympia laughed heartily:

“'Redthroat' is a Brit, and all his men are Brits too. Don’t you think it’s really cool to listen to this song while fighting Brits?”

Li Yu smiled and said, half-jokingly:
"A Protestant pastor from China, a Catholic priest from France, and an Orthodox nun from Russia, driving an American truck, listening to German military songs, went to kill an Englishman—it's a pity I don't have the habit of keeping a diary, otherwise I would definitely write this sentence in my diary for future generations to admire."

(End of this chapter)