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Chapter 440: The Last Time I Trusted Someone, the Cost Was...
🕑 Added 2025-11-14 10:30:20 +0000 UTCWhether or not to bail was a personal choice. If Constantine truly felt bored and chose to leave, Noah wouldn't care. Besides, if it were truly boring and unplayable, wouldn't Noah himself bail? Back in the day, when playing game dungeons, Noah often bailed.
After figuring this out, Constantine began to show a little interest. Since he could leave at any time, and nothing major was happening at the agency, he could naturally go wild. As for his fiance? Well, he'd go see her after he'd had enough fun or if he bailed. Noah had no idea what was going on in this guy's mind, otherwise, the word "scumbag" would definitely have popped out of Noah's mouth.
Noah, completely unaware of Constantine's thoughts, simply told Wick to clean up the place, and then he planned to rest. Honestly, with two Keanu Reeves look-alikes wandering around in front of him, Noah had an indescribable feeling. It was probably the difference between his younger self and his middle-aged uncle self.
Noah thought Constantine looked a bit cooler.
"Eh? Since I don't like how he looks? And this guy's a suit-wearing thug, so why not give him a tight-fitting suit, tidy up his hair, put him in a black trench coat, and finally give him sunglasses?" Noah thought, staring at Wick, who was on the phone. But the more he thought about it, Noah suddenly felt that maybe Constantine was more suitable? Because this guy didn't even need to shave his beard or get a haircut; just put on sunglasses and change his shirt to a black T-shirt, and he'd be good to go?
Of course, this was just a thought. Noah didn't think Constantine would be willing to try something like that.
This world hadn't seen the movie The Matrix yet, and Noah didn't think the world of The Matrix would appear either, so the Savior was probably out of luck. The cleaners from the High Table were very fast. Not long after Wick finished his call, they arrived. After collecting twelve gold coins from Wick, they not only cleared all the bodies from the room but also thoroughly cleaned up the damaged items.
After understanding everything, the old man leading the team enthusiastically doffed his hat to Wick and Jason, saluting them. "Mr. Wick, Mr. Bourne, I never expected you two to know each other. It's an honor to serve you.
By the way, Mr. Wick, can I expect your call again in the future?"
"We'll see, Charlie," Wick didn't answer him. The old man leading the team didn't mind, smiled, bowed slightly to Wick and Jason again, and then turned and left. It could be said that the process was very clear and simple, but the professionalism involved would be difficult for others to achieve.
"Do you think it would be much better if the agency also had a similar process, rather than leaving the bodies in place for the owner to deal with themselves?" Noah stood aside and said to Constantine, who was wearing a hat that completely obscured his face.
"It's a thought, and if they're willing to pay, I can even help them make a monster specimen." Constantine, after so many years, had also learned to be bad like Noah. He understood the principle of drawing inferences from one instance to others perfectly. Their conversation did not attract the attention of others. After the cleaning crew left, Noah and the others returned to their respective living rooms to rest.
The next morning, they all got up because Noah had said he was taking Wick to see Fury today. Honestly, given Noah's usual habits, he would be very willing to just use magic to teleport directly to Fury's office, as he knew exactly where it was.
However, with Wick along, especially with Noah's current playful mood, he naturally had no intention of exposing his special identity. So, they all took Wick's car and headed for S.H.I.E.L.D.. It was at this moment that Wick's phone rang. Wick pulled out his phone. It was an old-fashioned, monochrome screen phone, the one he used for work. Although there was no name, he quickly answered it.
"I never thought you'd be back at work, John." The voice on the phone was that of a middle-aged man with a Russian accent, and his voice was tinged with anger.
Clearly, this was Viggo, the head of the Russian gang whose son was killed by Constantine, and an old acquaintance of Wick's.
Wick ignored Viggo's words, and Viggo continued to speak to himself, "You know what? I don't know what misunderstanding happened that led my little idiot to bother you. But why did you kill him? Why? Couldn't you even give him a chance to introduce himself?" Wick frowned. Give them a chance to introduce themselves?
What a joke! At the time, it seemed he was the one getting beaten senseless, right? However, Wick was even less likely to say these words or offer any explanation.
He remained silent.
"Alright, Wick, I know you won't talk. So I won't ramble on. I just found out that place belonged to you, otherwise I wouldn't have made this call and wouldn't have sent a bunch of idiots to bother you. But I have a gift for you, a very nice gift." Viggo hung up the phone after speaking, and Wick put his phone away. Wick knew exactly what gift Viggo was talking about.
As a very rich and ruthless man, the best way for him to deal with Wick was to put a bounty on his head. This made Wick sigh helplessly. It was clear that he could only rely on the people in his back seat to live a peaceful life. If his dog had died, perhaps Wick would have returned to work, as that was his only connection and bond with his deceased wife.
But his dog was still alive, so Wick still hoped to listen to his wife and find his own path, living well with his dog. It was with this belief that Wick chose to cooperate with Noah and the others. Only by solving these problems could Wick find peace.
It didn't take long for them to arrive at the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch in New York. Honestly, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s luck was indeed good. Because it wasn't located in Manhattan, it avoided the tragic fate of being destroyed by Noah and the aliens. Since Noah had notified them in advance, Coulson was already waiting there. Coulson still looked the same; thanks to Noah's counter-strategy, he hadn't died. With Coulson leading the way, Noah's group walked in unimpeded.
"Your Excellency Fenrir, is the gentleman behind us who looks exactly like His Excellency Constantine... a brother to your Excellency the mage?" Coulson was also curious when he saw Wick, and even began to gossip a little.
"He and I have nothing to do with each other!"
Constantine said unhappily. "Don't think we can't hear you just because you speak softly. Please, my surname is Constantine; this guy's surname is Wick."
"Wick? John Wick?" Coulson finally remembered something. Wasn't this the guy Noah sent Jason to monitor? Coulson wasn't in charge of this project, so he wasn't aware of John Wick's appearance. Now that he knew, he felt it was very interesting; two people who looked exactly alike would be very intriguing no matter how you looked at it.
"By the way, what's Fury up to?" Noah noticed Constantine's face gradually darkening. To prevent Coulson from escaping Loki but dying at Constantine's hands, he decisively changed the subject.
"Director is currently meeting with the Captain," Coulson quickly replied.
"Captain? You mean Steve Rogers?" Noah thought for a
moment and asked curiously.
"That's right, Captain America Rogers. Because we had a ship hijacked by pirates on the high seas, the Director dispatched a special operations team to resolve the issue. However, the Captain seems to have something to report to the Director, so..."
"Aha?" Noah was stunned. A S.H.I.E.L.D. ship hijacked by pirates at sea? What kind of international joke was this?
But looking closely at Coulson's serious expression, Noah knew it was probably true, and such a situation had only one explanation: Noah's jinx had opened again! This incident really made Noah a bit depressed. It was clearly the plot of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. It just hadn't occurred to Noah why this was happening now.
And of all times, it happened precisely when he was planning to experience life?
"If there are no surprises, it should be that Fury, after learning about the internal situation of S.H.I.E.L.D., still chose not to inform Steve Rogers when this incident occurred. As a result, Natasha, whom Fury sent, was discovered by Rogers to be acting suspiciously. If there are no surprises, they should be confronting each other face-to-face now, right?"
Noah recalled as he walked. Noah mostly used the plot as a reference, but this stuff was still very valuable. The only thing Noah was curious about now was whether Fury was still as thick-skinned. For example, this guy was shamelessly lying to Steve. If it were before, perhaps only Captain Marvel would know his situation.
But now, as a firsthand witness, Noah's only regret was why there wasn't a camera back then. Otherwise, Noah
could have filmed it for entertainment.
The group of five moved forward and soon arrived at
Fury's office. With Coulson leading the way, they easily passed through almost all security checks. Of course, their guns were taken away, but they didn't really care.
When they entered Fury's office, it just so happened that Fury was arguing with Steve about something, and he didn't even have time to see who had entered. This led to him shamelessly telling Steve, "You know what? The last time I trusted someone, the cost was... I lost an eye!"
"Uh... am I interrupting your... bullshit?"
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