X looked at the letter in his hand. Its contents were related to John Wick. The CEO of the High Table, Gramont, hoped the Assassin Alliance would revoke their protection of John Wick and described his violations of their rules.
Of course, it wasn't just empty talk—the High Table was offering a reward of 30 million dollars.
Mr. X casually tossed the letter onto the table and said,
"John Wick has already joined the Assassin Alliance. We're going to protect him."
"Make sure to inform your Marquis to withdraw the bounty."
Hearing this, the messenger said in a low voice:
"Are you sure about this?"
"You would risk rekindling tensions, after years of peace, all for a killer who broke the High Table's rules?"
X looked at the messenger calmly and said:
"Go back and tell your Marquis, if any assassins come here to cause trouble, we'll treat it as a provocation against the Assassin Alliance."
"If he wants to keep hiding in his bunker forever, then let the bounty remain."
The messenger paused for two seconds before turning to leave. This was beyond his pay grade and needed to be reported to higher-ups.
Mr. X watched him leave, sneering slightly at the name Gramont signed on the letter. That guy didn't have much time left.
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Meanwhile...
Marrakech Continental Hotel
Sofia played with a two-star ball in her hand, something she'd picked up by chance.
Gamora was still offering bounties for this item—worth as much as 2 million dollars each.
She only knew it was called a Dragon Ball but had no idea what it did. Still, she believed she'd eventually uncover its secrets.
After all, John Wick held a blood oath with her. Now that he was being hunted globally, if he came to Morocco, he'd definitely seek her help—then she could find out more.
If it turned out to have a special purpose, she could use it for profit. If not, she could still sell it to Gamora. Two million dollars wasn't small change.
Soon she got a text: her men had spotted John Wick at the docks.
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Moroccan Branch of the Assassin Alliance
Inside a villa, Wesley asked excitedly:
"GOD, when do we act?"
Smith Doyle ignored him and instead looked at Fox and asked:
"How's the personnel situation?"
Fox replied:
"The Morocco branch has 18 assassins. We've already transferred another 12 from other locations. They should arrive by tomorrow."
With 30 assassins, plus himself, Wesley, and Fox—that made 33 people, enough to wipe out the High Table's local force.
Then he asked,
"How's the reproduction of the bulletproof suits we acquired from the Continental Hotel?"
Smith Doyle favored the second-generation bulletproof suits. Made with the latest materials, they looked like regular suits, didn't appear bulky, and had excellent protection. Bullets wouldn't penetrate; the suit absorbed and dispersed the impact, requiring only the wearer to endure the force.
"They've been successfully replicated. But the materials are rare, so outfitting everyone will take time."
"This assault team, however, will all be equipped with them."
Smith Doyle nodded in satisfaction.
They infiltrated the Continental Hotel partly to gather intel and eliminate some black-market assassins, but also to acquire those bulletproof suits. Regular bulky vests weren't suitable, but the second-gen suits were ideal.
With their elite marksmanship and those suits, they were nearly invincible—as long as no one got shot in the head.
"As for when to act, there's no rush."
"The Elder hides in the desert and rarely makes contact. It's not wise to charge in with our numbers."
"It all depends on John Wick. Only if he's taken before the Elder can we determine the HQ's location."
"Once that's known, we strike."
Wesley asked in surprise:
"GOD, do you think John Wick can really meet the Elder?"
Smith Doyle smiled and replied:
"John Wick is a legendary killer. There are Elders who would gladly take him under their wing."
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Evening
John Wick arrived in Casablanca.
He was heading toward the Moroccan Continental Hotel when he was ambushed under a three-way bridge.
Three assassins appeared, surrounding him with drawn knives.
John Wick struck first—dodging slashes with agile footwork, he grabbed one attacker's wrist and delivered a punch to the face, followed by an elbow strike.
The other two rushed in, only to be knocked down by a powerful kick.
John flipped one assassin over his back, still holding his wrist.
Just then, another assassin stood up and tried to stab him.
John reacted instantly, grabbing the attacker's wrist—they locked in a test of strength.
"That's enough."
A man's voice rang out from outside the bridge as he lit a cigarette and walked over.
The bald man walked up to them and said:
"I'm afraid this one's off-limits."
The assassin said,
"But he's been excommunicated."
The bald man narrowed his eyes and said:
"Word is, the manager pardoned him."
Hearing that, John Wick was surprised. He hadn't known about any pardon.
The bald man turned to him and said:
"Mr. Wick, would you please come with me?"
John released his grip and handed the knife back to the assassin.
The bald man gestured for him to follow, glanced at the other assassins, and walked off with John.
As they turned, the earlier assassin, unwilling to give up, suddenly pulled a knife to throw at John.
But before he could release it, the bald man turned and shot him dead.
Holstering his gun, he said to John:
"Welcome to Casablanca, Mr. Wick."
John nodded and thanked him for the assist.
"Thanks."
The bald man smiled and led him away.
—End of chapter—
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