Viggo Tarasov

Bruce pulled over his car and walked into the continental fixing his suit. Earlier, in the whole scuffle, it would've been a pain in this ass getting shot if he didn't have this suit on, even with his pain tolerance skill, getting hit with a bullet was still bothersome.

He had a system, but he wasn't immortal nor he could magically heal wolverine style so this suit was the best thing in the world for him. Light and classy looking, and yet did its job well.

Walking inside the not-so-normal hotel, he headed straight for Charon, nodding at him.

"Welcome back, Mr. Walker." Charon said with his usual accent and weird vibe around him, "I believe your trip was successful."

"It was." Bruce nodded, "Is my client here?"

"Yeah, please head to table 7, Mr. Walker."

Nodding at him, Bruce headed for his client, Viggo Tarasov. A notorious Russian crime boss and the head of the Tarasov Mobsters Crime Family.

"And I thought you'd just be another disappointment," Viggo stated with a smile looking at Bruce walk in as he gestured him to sit in front of him, "So how did it go?"

"30 people of the Blue Blood killed, followed by their leader and I managed to get the code too." Bruce got straight to the point as he handed him a piece of paper that was drenched in blood.

Viggo's men looked at it as a slight shiver ran down their spine knowing full well what sort of man the leader of the Blue Blood gang was, and with the blood, it was easy to guess what Bruce had done to get the code.

Let alone defeating 30 people wasn't that simple for just one guy.

Viggo picked up the piece of paper and nodded, as he snapped his fingers. A man bought a suitcase which contained his reward money and a pouch on top which contained the 10 gold coins as promised.

"Now that the formalities are done, let's get to the business shall we," Viggo said keeping his hands on the table, "I have asked around and I know for a fact that you're not affiliated with any of the operators, people are starting to notice your talent, Bruce. They call you the next John Wick or what other bullshit."

"I know for a fact that there is no other John Wick, his ability can't be matched by any punk off the street." Viggo continued, "But I can give you the chance to become so, you must know that even John was my executor, and now that he's retired and all that, I want to give you an opportunity to fill in that position."

Bruce laid back on his chair with a bored expression not saying a word, Viggo was the type of man who would give you a compliment and insult you tenfold in return to make sure you were always under him.

It wasn't just him, almost all of them acted the same way. Maybe it was a common stereotype of mobsters in this world, but it was annoying non the less.

"I heard John Wick killed all of your rivals in a single night." Bruce said after a while, "Your business from what I can tell is going well, so may I ask what do you need an executor for?"

"Rivals, huh, they are like pests that keep on coming regardless of how much you kill them. Kill one and two other arises." Viggo said with a straight face, "You managed to completely cripple the Blood Blue gang in a single night and managed to complete the task I had given you as well. To be honest, as long as you caused significant damage to them and came back alive, I was going to hire you."

"But now everyone knows of your talents and living as a freelancer wouldn't do you much good." Viggo stood up, "I am not going to ask you the same thing twice, so within tomorrow make sure you make your decision."

"I refuse!" Bruce said before Viggo could move away from the table, "And before you make it personal, I'll let you know that I am not going to join in on any group at the moment."

"I wonder why Ruska Roma would let you go," Viggo said without turning back as he walked away, "Good luck then, Bruce Walker."

Looking at their disappearing back, Bruce picked up his briefcase and his pouch of gold coins and walked towards the bar.

Getting himself a drink, he looked around the place with a deep sigh. These days he had been really wondering if this is the life he wanted.

Sure, not dying and having power was cool and all, but he didn't really like his job at the moment. While his affiliation with Ruska Roma was a bit complicated, to say the least, but he could say for sure that they wouldn't stick their neck out for him.

It was The Director's choice to kick him out of the family without a reason after all. But the way it was secretly done was still a bit troubling to him.

It was an easy option to run away from the action since he was in New York after all, no matter what happened regardless of Thanos or any other villain that wants to destroy the world for no reason, he could get away from all of this.

He didn't have a family, not even a friend since he came to this world, in fact, all he had done since then was train, fight, and kill.

He still didn't feel connected to this world and till now he was treating it as a video game for the most part. The feeling of not belonging was quite an annoying thing.

The purpose most heroes had was something he lacked, he had no one to protect nor was he born with a heart of gold with some bullshit justice ideology.

Regardless of the system or his powers, he lacked the ambition for the future and what he wanted to do. He was completely aimless, and that's why he had been just following quests mindlessly till now, as he had no direction to move in this life.

With blood in his hands, regardless of his skill, he knew he couldn't go back to normal so the only path in front of him was to push forward. Trying to maintain some form of normality as best as he could.