From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

When Xiao Miao and Winston found John, the latter was leaning against the bar, picking up a bottle of whiskey and chugging it straight from the bottle, his posture utterly lacking in elegance.

John's suit was stained with blood, and his abdominal wound was still bleeding, making him look like a soldier who had just come from the battlefield.

In fact, it is true.

Lying on the sofa next to John was a corpse—it was Santino, the unfortunate man John had killed in violation of the rules.

Calling him an unlucky guy might not be the right word; this guy deserved it. He took advantage of the Continental Hotel's no-killing rule to taunt people, but John didn't tolerate him at all and shot him right between the eyebrows.

It all started with Santino's selfish motives. He was unhappy that his sister Gianna Antonio had inherited the High Table seat, so he decided to murder his sister and forcibly seize the seat.

So Saint Tino approached John and commissioned him to kill Jaina. When John refused, Saint Tino burned down John's house and forced him to agree by showing him the Blood Oath Badge.

The Blood Oath Badge is an inviolable life-or-death pact in the underworld, and John had no choice but to agree. He rushed to Rome and successfully killed Jaina amidst the encirclement.

After John succeeded, San Tino, who had been preparing for this, immediately turned on him and offered a bounty of $700 million and a large amount of gold coins in the name of revenge.

John, naturally unwilling to submit, killed off the assassins who came to kill him and chased Santino all the way to the Continental Hotel in New York.

Saint-Tino thought he was safe once he escaped into the Continental Hotel. He not only mocked John to his face but also sipped his wine as if no one else was there. John, unable to bear it any longer, shot him dead.

Thus, Santino reaped the bitter fruits of his actions, and John was also expelled from the Continental Hotel.

"John, my God, what have you done!" Winston took a deep breath, knowing he was in big trouble.

John seemed completely oblivious to the gravity of his mistake. He took a swig of whiskey to suppress the pain in his abdominal wound, then raised the bottle and said, "Nice whiskey, want to try some?"

Winston glanced at the saliva on the bottle opening and politely declined with a smile.

After exchanging a few words, John turned to Xiao Miao and said, "Mr. Smith, I heard you just did something big."

Xiao Miao nodded reservedly: "It's alright, it's just that we killed an old black man who abused his power for personal gain."

Winston glanced sideways. "You really know how to show off. The leader of the Brotherhood, a thousand-year-old organization, has somehow become the owner of a laundromat in a black neighborhood after all this talk."

John nodded: "How was it? Did you have fun?"

"Fortunately, his employees are very capable, but the old man himself is only so-so."

John wholeheartedly agreed, glancing at Santino lying on the floor: "That's how these big shots are; once they're rid of the employees who work for them, they're unimaginably vulnerable."

After chatting for a while, John felt the alcohol taking effect; the burning pain in his abdominal wound had subsided. He took another swig of whiskey, then got up as if to leave.

As the manager of the Continental Hotel and a beneficiary of these rules, Winston had to uphold them. So he stepped forward and stood in front of John, explaining his position and the seriousness of the matter in a few simple words.

Fortunately, Winston, considering their personal relationship, decided to give John an hour to run away and prepare.

The information was suppressed for an hour before being reported to the High Table. At that time, all the assassins in the mainland hotels would receive a bounty, and John would face endless pursuit.

After the two finished talking, Xiao Miao whispered a few words in John's ear. Winston pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, only to find that Xiao Miao had already finished speaking.

An hour was a very tight timeframe, and John had no time for idle chatter. He handed the pit bull at his feet to Charon, who had been standing behind the group.

His home had already been demolished by Santino, and now, because of murder in the hotel, he was about to be removed from the Continental Hotels Group's global list. The man and his dog had become true homeless dogs.

John Wick is a dog lover; even if his own life is in danger, he has to find a place for his dog to stay.

Charon readily agreed; in fact, he was also a dog lover.

After John nodded to the three men, he staggered out of the Continental Hotel, carrying a gun in one hand.

"Manager Winston, there's something else I need to tell you..."

Xiao Miao talked about the wealth and safes he had obtained from the fraternity.

The safe has anti-violent cracking devices and requires a professional to unlock it. Fortunately, Sloan's black money contains a large amount of jewelry and needs to be converted into more easily circulated US dollars and bearer bonds. It's more convenient to leave the matter to Winston and not bother two people.

Winston readily agreed. In fact, this was his favorite business to do, rather than killing for money. It was relatively low-risk and allowed for a steady, long-term profit.

Because of the large sum of money Xiao Miao provided, Winston offered a significant discount and promised to transfer the money to Xiao Miao's account as quickly as possible.

After the verbal agreement was reached, Winston casually took two glasses from the bar, added ice and poured in whiskey, intending to clink glasses with Xiao Miao.

Xiao Miao declined again, stating that she does not drink alcohol.

"Hey Smith, I thought we were friends. This hurts me." Winston looked disappointed.

Xiao Miao glanced at the message sent back by the fate dice.

[Character: Winston Scott]

[Current Synergy: Level 1]

What a load of rubbish, my favorability towards you hasn't changed at all.

...........

Fifty-five minutes later, on a street in New York.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and light gray cumulonimbus clouds completely blocked out the sunlight. After two muffled claps of thunder, large raindrops began to pelt down.

Pedestrians hurried by, anxious to find shelter from the rain, and the once bustling street quickly became deserted.

In the gray rain, John Wick staggered alone in the middle of the street, clutching the cross he had just taken from the Bible in the library.

This cross is a token that can get John's Rusca Roman tribe to do him a favor. He needs to smuggle himself to Casablanca to find a mysterious "elder" to plead for his life.

But this is contingent on John being able to reach the Ruscar Roman tribe's encampment safely.

The rain was getting heavier. John cautiously glanced around and immediately noticed countless eyes on him. Without a doubt, these eyes all belonged to the menacing assassins.

He continued forward without making a sound, and when he passed the subway station, he suddenly turned a corner and ran down the stairs into the subway station.

Suddenly, countless assassins who had been watching John rushed into the rain and hurried towards the subway station. The group exchanged glances, wary of each other.

There is only one John Wick, which means there is only one hunter who can successfully capture the target; everyone is a competitor.

"Gentlemen, let's capture John Wick first, and then decide who gets the bounty based on their abilities, shall we?"

After a brief discussion, someone suggested that everyone should capture John Wick first.

As for whether a fatal injury might be accidentally inflicted during the arrest, that's an unspoken rule everyone knows.

In short, stop John first.

After reaching a consensus, just as everyone was about to take action, they suddenly heard footsteps coming from the rain.

Turning my head, I saw a masked man wearing a black raincoat, who was most likely also an assassin.

Another one trying to steal my business!

The assassins exchanged glances and decided to attack simultaneously, taking out the newcomer first.

However, before they could make a move, a red light flashed silently, and then a sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, splattering blood mixed with the rain.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

Several assassins fell to the ground, clutching their neck wounds with their hands, but it was all in vain; they soon stopped breathing.

The masked man was Xiao Miao, and the fleeting red light was naturally Saeko Busujima. Before Xiao Miao could speak, Saeko Busujima flicked her katana and charged straight at the assassins around her.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"ah!!"

"Unkillable? What monster? Me?!"

A dozen seconds later, Saeko Busujima, covered in blood, walked up to Xiao Miao: "Master, it's all taken care of."