Chapter 1615 (1/2)

The red haired girl walked forward with her body shaking, but a question came to her mind: how many people had the guy in the black windbreaker killed?

A hundred? Three hundred? Or five hundred? Except for the recent inhuman monster, she couldn't think of such a lifeless existence.

Their car is just tens of meters away from the street, a group of people quickly get on the bus, and then start to leave.

The two girls had a special driver in their car. They didn't go to the park with them. Their mood was still stable.

The two cars in the back started to shake and hit several plants on the side of the road. They just managed to get back to the road.

But the passengers didn't complain. Everyone was shaking all over, including the driver's hand.

They are not rookies, nor have dead people never met.

But just now I watched the heads of the two companions turn into ”big balls of Octopus”, and they were nailed to the bench with chopsticks. No one could keep calm.

Ten minutes later, several telephones were dialed out of a courtyard in baijintai, the black area, and many people in Tokyo started to move.

Half an hour later, in a roadside stall near Shinjuku Yuyuan, a bareheaded chef put on gloves and picked up a ringing mobile phone: ”hello? Well, there is such a person. Yes No more. ”

After thinking about it, the bareheaded chef asked, ”can you ask, what did he do?”

Just hang up after a few words on the other end of the line.

The bareheaded chef closed his flip phone and pondered thoughtfully.

Behind him, two drunken middle-aged white-collar workers yelled, ”how come you haven't come yet?”

The bareheaded chef smiled, put the mobile phone back in the drawer, shook his head and turned around: ”guest, please wait a moment, come right away.”

The middle-aged white-collar nodded with satisfaction: ”Ping jiasang, your craftsmanship is always so good.”

After praising this sentence, he and his companions yelled loudly again. He didn't think about the relationship between wine delivery and cooking.

Neon people are like this. They usually remind themselves not to cause trouble to others. Are they drunk It's just to cause trouble, so getting drunk after work is their way to relax.

After all, no one can ask a drunk to be as polite as a normal person.

Pick up two bottles of sake and put them in front of the two drunk white-collar workers. The bareheaded chef stands back and looks at the raindrops on the eaves: ”John wick, is that you?”

As he said this, his fingers moved a chopstick on the cooking table.

It is just like the chopsticks just poked into the brains of two black suits, as long and thin, as black and smooth.

Fingers suddenly, pick up chopsticks, and instantly pierce a big fish on the edge.

The bareheaded chef glanced down, sighed, waved, and swept the fish and chopsticks into the garbage can nearby.

It's so hard to get a fish through the head? It's impossible.

Nightmares, are they so strong? The mood of the bareheaded chef is inexplicably complicated.

For a while, he felt that his favorite kitchen knife on the table was not so sharp.

……

Luke didn't know. Just to avoid suspicion, he stabbed two people with chopsticks casually, and they could also be associated with night devils.

Now the vest and John wick are only fifty or sixty percent alike. Anyone can tell if they are the same person at a glance.

But coincidentally, the bareheaded chef is a ”professional” who has been famous for the night devil for a long time, but has never seen it with his own eyes.

Luke's cover up this time is just to distinguish himself from the Buddha. The professional can see the clue between movements.

It's not that he was careless, it's that he didn't have to.

There are professionals all over the world. As long as people don't think of him, other waistcoats are not very important.