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Chapter 439: Why Don't You Just Jump Out of the Car?
🕑 Added 2025-11-12 12:46:14 +0000 UTCMaking Noah happy was not difficult, as it purely depended on his own feelings. Noah was still somewhat interested in special professions of ordinary people like gunfights, agents, and assassins. One must know that Noah was also an ordinary person in his previous life, and he was very fond of these special professions, otherwise, he wouldn't have known Jason Bourne and John Wick.
Now, Noah wasn't afraid of guns or anything like that.
Even if he was close-quartered, Noah didn't need to worry. Ordinary people truly found it difficult to cause him any harm; even if they fought with all their might, they probably couldn't pose even a slight threat to Noah.
Nuclear annihilation, of course, was an exception. Noah wasn't sure if he would stand still... forget it, standing still and waiting for someone to drop a nuclear bomb on you is not confidence, it's being insane! Opening a Mirror Dimension and waiting there would be more reasonable.
Noah would absolutely not do something so brain-dead.
John Wick was clearly provoked by Noah's words. He truly hadn't expected to face so many things. And thinking carefully, he realized that such things truly couldn't be avoided, which made Wick's head ache even more.
"What exactly do you want?" After much thought, Wick asked with a frown.
"Nothing much, just want to have some fun," Noah spread his hands. "You don't need to worry. For us, your so-called assassins, or hitmen, are all the same. Of course, we also need your help with something."
"What is it?"
"Get us in, and by the way, find a way to take us to see that guy hiding in Jerusalem, who fancies himself God."
Jerusalem was quite sacred to the members of the High Table. Even though Wick had retired, he couldn't help but think crookedly after hearing Noah's words. Could it be that these assassins had already provoked those high-ranking figures? If those high-ranking figures intervened and participated in this struggle, although the High Table might become history, it seemed he could also escape, right?
Wick was a bit confused. He had been doing this job for almost his entire life, and if it suddenly disappeared, he would feel lost. Suddenly, Wick seemed to hear something. Turning his head, Wick saw his little dog, who had somehow escaped from the wardrobe, squatting at the doorway, looking at him. Wick was a bit confused, but soon his eyes seemed to grow reminiscent, happy, and at the same time, very firm.
"I can help you," Wick took a deep breath. "But before that, tell me who you really are, okay?"
"Hmm, for now, consider us SHIELD," Noah thought for a moment and said a name. "As for later, I don't know, because some things you can't know." At this point, Noah thought it would be better to take this guy to SHIELD to meet Fury. But not now, because there was still a bunch of guys at the door to deal with. After some thought, Noah decided to take him tomorrow.
"I'll take you to meet someone tomorrow. Maybe there will be some fun things too."
"Tomorrow? I understand..."
Wick nodded and said no more. Since it was decided, then so be it. Although Wick still felt some reluctance, he knew what he was doing. He was a man driven by will and promises. Since he agreed, he wouldn't go back on his word. He only hoped that his old friends would be perceptive enough to escape this disaster.
Time passed quickly. Noah contacted Fury in the afternoon, saying he would visit him the next day, and Fury naturally had no reason to refuse. After hanging up Fury's call, Noah also had Wick get out some weapons.
Perhaps among the people present, only Noah and Constantine were without weapons, because they truly didn't need any weapons, especially firearms.
Wick naturally didn't object. Moreover, after being convinced by Noah to cooperate, he also uncovered his old work gear that he had buried underground. Looking at those gold coins, Noah couldn't help but marvel at how much they resembled Galleons, though Noah knew they had no relation to Galleons.
Picking up a pistol, Noah carefully observed it. Before his rebirth, he had also been to the shooting range in the military, but counting the time in this world, it had been almost fifty years ago.
Therefore, Noah now needed to familiarize himself with the gun, though this process only took about ten minutes.
With his extraordinary physical quality and unimaginable body coordination, Noah could easily master the use of firearms, using them like a seasoned assassin who had been playing for a lifetime. As for Constantine, he used to play with guns, so he was not at all clumsy with it.
"So, besides deliberately annoying me this time, are you also looking for some fun?" Constantine, smoking a cigarette and twirling his pistol, looked at Noah curiously.
"Ha, I didn't mean to annoy you," Noah said half-jokingly.
"Looking for some fun is also true, and I have some interest in their assassin organization."
"Assassin organization? Forget it, I don't understand you mysterious sorcerers." Constantine put away his gun, then said, "Never mind, I'll play along with you. Speaking of which, we haven't really acted together properly."
"Indeed," Noah also smiled. "But this time, I'm not a sorcerer, and you're not an exorcist either."
"Of course, don't worry, rookie, I'll protect you well."
"Who's protecting who is still uncertain. It would be troublesome if both of us ended up being protected by Jason."
Jason, sitting aside, couldn't help but laugh when he heard Noah's words, but he clearly understood that it was a joke. These two truly couldn't be easily taken down by ordinary people with guns. It's hard to say who would protect whom if there were more people.
As dusk approached, Noah and the others, after eating some pizza, decided to rest. Wick was a very sensitive person. After learning the identity of that damned punk, he began to prepare. Noah couldn't help but admire his caution. And when the night was quiet, Wick's preparations came in handy.
When twelve masked men in black filed into Wick's house, he, who had somehow already showered and changed into a black suit, walked directly to the staircase, ready to deal with these guys. But to Wick's surprise, someone was already waiting there! It was Noah, and that agent, and the very young-looking person who looked exactly like him.
Wick was a bit strange. Did they also discover them?
"Twelve people, how do we split them?" Constantine pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and expertly took one out, putting it in his mouth.
"What do you mean, 'how do we split them'?" Noah tilted his head. "My pistol has seven bullets. I think I can take out seven. The rest of you can split them?"
"You think you can get one shot, one kill?" Constantine took out a lighter and lit his cigarette. "Alright, it seems
you can. Then let's have a competition?"
Noah smiled without speaking, simply taking out a pistol whose model and name he didn't even know, and Constantine did the same. Their actions made Wick frown. What was going on? A bit confused, he couldn't help but turn to look at the guy named Jason. He found that Jason didn't care at all.
But soon, Wick understood why Jason was completely
unconcerned, because these two were truly a bit exaggerated! When those twelve masked men in black appeared, these two guys immediately started without a word! Almost every gunshot meant someone falling.
What was even more exaggerated was that they seemed to know exactly where the enemies were and from which corner they would emerge. They didn't need many movements; they simply raised their hands and fired, then changed angles and fired again! No resistance at all. Wick truly witnessed what it meant to have no resistance! He wondered if he would have any resistance if he encountered such opponents.
After much thought, Wick felt that he probably wouldn't, because their marksmanship was too exquisite; almost no shot missed. And what was most exaggerated was that these two guys seemed to be getting playful, starting to compete over who could get more kills by shooting each other's bullets! This was too fantastical, wasn't it?
If he were watching a movie, Wick might not have cared about such a thing, but this wasn't a movie now! "They..." Wick swallowed. "Who exactly are they?"
"Two big shots. You don't need to worry," Jason shook his head, answering Wick's question.
Big shots? Big shots in the assassin world or the agent world? Wick sighed. He just felt like this world had gone crazy. When did such terrifying people start appearing in this world? Wick couldn't understand. It seemed that ever since aliens and sorcerers appeared in the New York sky a year or two ago, this world had become increasingly unfamiliar.
Watching the black-clad figures fall one by one, although Wick felt that he could deal with them without too much difficulty, he absolutely couldn't do it as easily as the two in front of him.
When the last man in black was shot dead by Noah with a picked-up gun, this contest finally ended.
"Looks like I won," Constantine smiled. Although the last one was killed by Noah, he had stolen quite a few of Noah's kills.
"Alright, you won," Noah didn't care too much about winning or losing. After all, it was just for fun; no big deal.
"Honestly, it doesn't seem very challenging. Do you think it'll be fun to go like this?"
"Fun depends on your mindset. Although I also feel it's not very challenging, why not give it a try? When you play a game and enter a dungeon, if you feel the dungeon level is too low, don't you just bail out?"
"It seems that's a valid point."
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