Chapter 8: Battle Against the Six-Tier Trash
Looking at the cold sweat forming on John Wick's forehead, Smith simply smiled without saying a word.
Meanwhile, Fox was internally complaining. "Smith sure knows how to bluff. Since when was the mission of the League of Assassins to observe and guide? But seriously… does the Dragon Balls thing really exist? Can it actually grant any wish?"
Why did John Wick believe it so firmly? Was it that crystal ball-like thing?
Ignoring the sweat on his forehead, John Wick asked:
"I… I just want to bring my wife, Helen, back to life."
"And… have I passed your observation?"
Smith Dole smiled and responded,
"You're still under observation."
Receiving this answer, John Wick stood up and said:
"I hope I pass your assessment. But now, I need to take care of some personal matters."
The issue with his dog and car—John Wick had to settle it. They were Helen's treasures left to him. And he knew if he gave up halfway, not only might he fail the assessment, but Viggo and his son, Iosef Tarasov, would also become stumbling blocks in his next actions.
Smith Dole nodded and said kindly:
"Go take care of your business. Your evaluation is still ongoing."
"Thank you."
After expressing his thanks, John Wick left Smith's room.
Once the door was shut and they were sure no one was outside, Fox sized up Smith.
"GOD, were you telling the truth?"
Smith smiled and said:
"Part of it."
Fox's eyes widened in shock.
"So the Dragon Balls are real?"
Seeing Smith nod, Fox, although he had suspected it, was still stunned.
"As for the rest… I think it'll soon become real too."
Fox was silent for a few seconds, then asked:
"If it's real, don't you want to make a wish or something?"
Smith shook his head:
"I don't need to."
Fox opened his mouth as if to say something, but ended up silent. After a few seconds, he said:
"No wonder you're our GOD. Your mindset is on another level."
Seeing Fox's puzzled expression, Smith didn't bother explaining. After all, the Dragon Balls were created using his power. There was no wish he needed. What he couldn't do, Shenron couldn't either—and what he could do didn't require Shenron. With his foreknowledge of the Marvel Universe, he already held the advantage.
Smith took out his phone and dialed Winston. The call was quickly answered.
"Smith, calling an elderly man at this hour is incredibly rude."
Smith chuckled without any embarrassment and went straight to the point:
"Winston, someone broke the rules of the Continental Hotel."
"As a good person, I'll help you take out the trash."
Hearing this, Winston sat upright in bed, fully awake, and asked seriously:
"You're sure someone broke the hotel rules?"
"What exactly did they do?"
Smith glanced at Perkins, who was sitting in the chair, and said:
"Perkins went after John Wick's bounty and launched an assassination attempt inside the hotel."
"I think the hallway cameras can confirm everything."
Then Smith Dole pulled out a pistol and shot Perkins in the head.
Bang!
The gunshot echoed as the bullet went through Perkins' skull, killing her instantly.
Hearing the gunshot over the phone, Winston was silent for three seconds, then said:
"I understand."
Smith hung up the phone and said:
"I didn't want to wait till morning to deal with this. We have other matters to attend to."
Fox rolled his eyes and said:
"You knew she was already awake and eavesdropping on us, didn't you?"
Smith nodded:
"That rapidly beating heart gave her away. Looks like the news about the Dragon Balls really stirred her."
"Let's head to Little Russia and see what John Wick does next."
Smith Dole then left the Continental with Fox. Not long after they left, Winston arrived at room 819 with his men. After inspecting both rooms, he took away Perkins' body.
…
Before dawn, Smith Dole and Fox arrived near a church in Little Russia, a critical site for Viggo Tarasov's Russian mob. It held bribery evidence, leverage over politicians, and some cash—very important stuff.
After scouting the church's surroundings, they found a warehouse that might be holding John Wick. Finally, they chose a rooftop with a good vantage point and hid there, waiting.
…
Morning came.
Fox, holding binoculars, saw John Wick walking into the church with a large canvas bag.
"Smith, John's here."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With the sound of gunshots, the Night Demon began his killing performance.
Smith Dole then pulled a second-generation power level detector from his system backpack, put it on, and began observing.
4… 5… 5… 4… 3…
Strange—there were still people this weak among the Russian mob?
Let's see what John Wick's power level is....
Its Surprisingly high.
Slightly stronger than a battle level of 5 trash.
John Wick fired shot after shot, every one lethal, the process smooth and efficient, without a single unnecessary move or line of dialogue. It gave him a unique charm, unlike those characters who talk endlessly before killing, even getting emotional mid-fight—absolutely senseless.
It was precisely John Wick's clean, decisive killing style that made Smith willing to bring Fox to witness this slaughter.
At this moment, Fox was more curious about what Smith was wearing than the carnage. He asked:
"Smith, what's that device you're wearing? I've never seen it before."
Smith pointed at it and said:
"This is a power level detector. It can observe a target's energy and express their combat strength through numerical values."
…
(End of chapter)
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