Beautiful Man

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

Fortunately, John has not rested yet and is giving meetings to important members of the base.

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

The boss was overjoyed by the news.

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

After applying, everyone sat in the private room and waited.

John Wick has an extraordinary position in Houston, and he can't be reached with a simple phone call. It's not easy for even senior officials to see him.

"Do you think he will refuse or be suspicious." Rocky asked with some worry.

For John Wick, his understanding is only the bit of information in writing.

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

"Probably not." The boss replied, his tone a little uncertain.

When the organization is employing people, it recruits people extensively in the society. In this year, he introduced 13 people to join the organization.

Today he deliberately used the word'special', and John Wick would definitely be interested in such people.

As for suspicion, it is even more impossible.

Loki entered the nightclub in disguise, neither revealing his identity nor doing suspicious things.

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

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

John Wick agrees!

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

"Let's go and meet our companion."

The agent was a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. and registered on the information network of the clown organization, so he stayed alone at the nightclub, driven by two security guards with Loki and the boss.

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

Others choose the address of the secret stronghold, and they want to choose it in the deep mountains and old forests.

Uncharacteristically, he chose the Houston base in a membership hotel in the city center.

Xiaoyin hides in the wild, big hides in the North.

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

Perhaps even S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't know that these high-ranking officials were the gold masters of the clown organization.

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

Whether you hate Jason or like Jason, you can't deny it.

In today's 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 would have to be forced to leave the company and live a life of displacement.

American capitalists understand this truth, and the most important thing is that these people only concern the immediate and future interests.

As long as there are enough benefits, even if the clown organization wants to subvert the world instead, they are willing to provide support.

The nightclub security drove a Ford car and swiped his card into the hotel's underground parking lot.

Just stopped, two burly black brothers came over, with a large-caliber pistol pinned to their waist.

When they walk, they swing their hands naturally, but their right hand is always close to the holster to facilitate drawing and shooting at any time.

These people are all official members of the clown organization, and their combat effectiveness is no less than that of SHIELD agents.

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

"Trouble."

Brother Hei nodded and took it, then plugged it into an instrument similar to a POS machine.

This card records information about the members of the organization, including invitations 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 message shows two people." Black brother raised his head and said blankly.

The boss pointed to the two people in front of him: "They are drivers, so they won't go in."

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

Rocky and the boss got out of the car in turn.

A black brother stayed to see the two security guards, and the other black brother led them into the 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 go up and down the hotel. There are strict floor and time restrictions.

The elevator stopped on the top floor and went down, and Brother Hei passed them to the hotel's senior security.

These security guards are on the same floor as John, in other words, they belong to John's private army alone.

"Security check." The security opened his mouth.

The first thing to do when meeting John is to hand over all the weapons he was carrying, as well as all the things the security considered suspicious.

The boss is very sensible, throw the pistol in the car in advance, just hand over the phone.

As for Loki, there is nothing on him, but that scepter that pulls the wind is difficult to attract attention.

"This is a gift I gave to Mr. Wick, I hope to hand it to him." Rocky explained.

The security guard took the scepter and took a closer look, then walked through the x-ray machine again, but found nothing special, it seemed to be just a beautiful craft.

"Let's go."

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

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

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

He sits upright on the couch, holding a glass of iced whiskey in his hand, and drinking a glass of wine before going to bed is his habit all the time.

Knocked on the door and walked into the meeting room. The security guard left quietly.

"sit!"

John glanced at the scepter and motioned for the two to sit down.

Rocky and the boss split up and looked at John together.

In his thirties, his beard is very sensual, and his ten long nails are neatly trimmed.

John's first impression of him did not look like a killer but a gentleman.

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

The boss blurted out without thinking, "Whiskey!"

Big boss Jason loves to drink whiskey, and over time this has become a hobby of the members of the organization, as if he is a pagan who does not drink whiskey.

"Same." Rocky said casually.

For the so-called fine wine of the earth, he really didn't like it at all.

Dare to be called a fine wine in Asgard, at least after more than a thousand years of natural fermentation, the taste is far from mortal can enjoy.

On the earth, wine that has been fermented for only 20 years can be called fine wine and sell for sky-high prices.

There is too much difference in level between the two, for Loki, everything he drinks on Earth is the same.

Deciding what to drink, John slowly got up to pour the two of them, as if the two opposite were not subordinates, but guests from afar.

"Sir... I'll come." The boss was flattered and quickly stood up and grabbed the whiskey in his hand.