Back in his room, Charlotte Doyle was not angered by John Wick's rejection once again. If he wanted someone to owe him a favor—an even greater favor—this was not the way to do it.
He merely wanted to deepen John Wick's impression of him, so John would not be overly wary of his sudden assistance.
Because John Wick would soon face a major crisis. At the church, he would be knocked unconscious by Viggo Tarasov's men and captured alive, tied up, and nearly suffocated with a plastic bag over his head.
Charlotte Doyle planned to rescue him before John Wick's old friend Marcus—the guy who looked like the Green Goblin—could help him. After all, saving someone's life once was enough. He could not let Marcus monopolize both opportunities. After a brief rest, he left The Continental Hotel and headed for the church in Little Russia.
Because once dawn came, John Wick would come here to kill.
Upon arriving, Charlotte Doyle surveyed the area around the church and found the Warehouse where John Wick was likely being held. Finally, he chose a relatively concealed rooftop with a good view and waited.
Daybreak arrived.
Several gunshots from within the church woke Charlotte Doyle, who was hidden in the shadows. The gunfire meant that the Night Demon had begun his slaughter.
Charlotte Doyle took out a pair of binoculars and began watching the other's killing performance.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several consecutive shots, each one fatal. The entire process was smooth and fluid, without a single unnecessary word or movement. It carried a peculiar charm, unlike certain idiots who had to lecture someone for half a day before killing them, or even gaze affectionately at one another in the middle of a fight. It was utterly ridiculous.
It was precisely John Wick's clean, decisive way of killing that had caught his eye. He intended to recruit him to handle ordinary missions.
To be honest, an assassin like this did not seem any weaker than the so-called Hawkeye. He would be extremely useful in the early stages.
While Charlotte Doyle was sighing in admiration, the battle had already ended. Two women ran out of the church, and soon afterward, smoke rose from the church basement.
He knew that John Wick had burned Viggo Tarasov's stored cash, antiques, artwork, and evidence of their collusion with government officials, along with material that could be used against them.
Charlotte Doyle clicked his tongue. "What a pity about all that money. It could have at least been used to recharge Copper Coins. And he just burned it all."
Soon, he saw John Wick emerge and began selecting a suitable vantage point.
His gaze quickly settled on a rooftop overlooking the open area in front of the church. Before long, John Wick climbed onto it.
Throughout the entire process, John Wick failed to notice Charlotte Doyle hiding on another rooftop. Thus, both men waited: John Wick for Viggo Tarasov to arrive, and Charlotte for John Wick to be captured.
Soon, Viggo received a call and drove over with his men. After entering the basement, he stormed back out in a rage and shot the priest who had opened the underground vault door for John in the head.
At that moment, John, who had witnessed the scene from the rooftop, hesitated no longer. Carrying a Coharie Arms CA-415 Assault Rifle, he headed straight downstairs.
"Fuck, they burned it all to ashes."
Viggo was cursing when he turned to ask one of his men, "Can we still salvage anything?"
"Viggo, you know what was in that basement."
"That money is nothing."
John Wick's actions had thoroughly enraged him.
Tap! Tap!
The Assault Rifle rang out. Viggo glanced to the side and saw one of his underlings get shot and collapse.
He knew John Wick had come for him. He immediately crouched and took cover behind the side of a car.
"Fuck, return fire."
The accompanying men immediately drew their guns and exchanged fire with John Wick. Unfortunately, Viggo's men did not inflict any substantial harm on John Wick. Instead, quite a few of them were killed.
On the rooftop, Charlotte watched the gunfight below with great interest, muttering to himself, "Gangsters really cannot compare to professional Assassins, especially a Legendary Assassin like the Night Demon. Their shooting is fucking terrible. They're practically masters of tracing outlines around people."
"Come to think of it, John used to be Viggo's subordinate, right?"
"Tsk, tsk. In the end, his entire family will be wiped out by the Assassin who retired from under him. His son really screwed him over badly."
"Three, five... nice, six."
In the blink of an eye, John Wick had killed six people. Charlotte was counting from above when John, having reloaded below, shot two more. He had now killed eight Russian mobsters.
At that moment, one of Viggo's men ran to a car, started it, and prepared to ram John Wick.
Charlotte Doyle noticed this, but he had no intention of helping, because the opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived.
Bang.
The sound of two cars colliding rang out. The next instant, John Wick was sent flying and knocked unconscious.
The gunfire ceased. Viggo and his men tied John Wick up, preparing to take him to a Warehouse for a little talk. Seeing this, Charlotte was somewhat speechless.
Although this outcome suited him perfectly, he still gave himself a reminder: when facing an enemy, do not waste time talking. Just kill them.
If Viggo had simply shot John in the head right then, there would have been no aftermath. His son would not die, and neither would he.
Sure enough, villains died from talking too much.
Charlotte quietly followed behind Viggo and his men, moving in stealth without making the slightest sound. Relying on his speed, he followed them into the Warehouse.
Viggo Tarasov ordered his men to tie John Wick to a chair.
Seeing John slowly wake up, Viggo said, "John, let me put it this way: my men will definitely tear you to pieces."
One of Viggo's men placed a chair opposite John. Viggo stepped forward and began his lengthy speech.
Hidden in the shadowy corner of the Warehouse, Charlotte's mouth twitched. This situation left him rather speechless.
After Viggo finished rambling and prepared to leave with one of his men, just as John Wick was about to be suffocated with a plastic bag over his head, Charlotte struck first, sending out two Shuriken.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
With sharp cries through the air, the Shuriken instantly killed the two mob members about to make their move.
The two thugs clutched their necks, unable to make a sound. After collapsing to the ground and twitching briefly, blood gushed from their necks, and they died instantly.
Outside the Warehouse, Marcus, who had been ready to rescue John at any moment, saw the two Shuriken kill the mob members and knew that he did not need to act. He merely watched the situation inside through his Sniper Rifle's scope, intending to confirm the final result.
Charlotte emerged from the shadows and greeted him. "Hi, John."
"I told you that you needed my help!"
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