A Gift for a Gift

Charlotte Doyle pulled up Ginny's contact on his phone and dialed.

The call was answered in less than three seconds.

"Ginny, help me find Viggo Tarasov's gang address in New York and send it to me as soon as possible."

Ginny didn't ask why, simply replying, "Understood!"

After briefly assigning the task, Charlotte Doyle hung up. He knew the church was just one hideout for the Russian mob, and the gang's main base wasn't there. The things in the church weren't the entirety of the Russian mob's operations either.

The main focus there was the leverage over officials and evidence of bribery.

Charlotte Doyle waited in the underground parking lot. Not long after, a van drove into the lot. Charlie got out and approached Charlotte, removing his hat and placing it over his chest. "It's an honor to serve you, Mr. Doyle."

"I'll leave this to you, Charlie."

Charlotte Doyle took five Gold Coins from his pocket and placed them in Charlie's hand.

Taking the Gold Coins, Charlie, with his team, quickly began cleaning up the scene.

Meanwhile, Ginny's text message arrived. Glancing at the address, it was a derelict factory on the outskirts of Brooklyn.

He then looked at his battle-damaged Mercedes. Charlotte Doyle took a deep breath. This was an antique car whose original parts were no longer even sold!

Damn it, they tried to ambush me.

And they wrecked my car.

Fuck!

After exhaling, Charlotte finally walked out of the underground parking lot.

Leaving the underground parking lot, the security guard at the entrance was long gone. Perhaps hearing the gunshots, he'd chosen to flee.

He reached the street and hailed a taxi. Charlotte Doyle gave the address and closed his eyes to rest in the car.

Without the Flying Thunder God Technique or the Heavenly Transfer Technique, Charlotte Doyle believed his speed wouldn't be slower than a car in the city. But if he really ran there, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Coulson would likely be knocking on his door the next day.

On the other side, John Wick had already driven to his friend's house. He got out, pulled out his pistol, and cautiously entered the house.

Viggo and his subordinates had already left. Inside the room, only Marcus lay in a pool of blood, having been shot multiple times. John Wick's expression was grim. He slowly sat beside his friend's Corpse, silent.

After a moment, his phone rang.

John Wick answered the call, and Winston's voice came through.

"John, I know you want Viggo's whereabouts from me."

"But the Continental Hotel has its Rules, so I won't tell you that there's a helicopter at a certain helipad, fueled up and waiting for someone."

Hearing Winston's words, John Wick immediately understood that this was a hint from the other party and hung up the phone.

Looking at Marcus, who had fallen to the side, John Wick decided to avenge his friend.

He got up, left Marcus's house, and drove towards a certain helipad.

New York City had already entered the night, the sky was completely dark, and the city looked even more brilliant because of the neon lights.

Meanwhile.

Charlotte Doyle, who had just gotten out of the taxi, saw it leave at an even faster speed than when it arrived.

It was clear that the taxi driver also knew that this place was not a safe area.

At this moment, the arrival of the taxi had clearly alerted the guards near the factory.

In just a few days, the Russian mob led by Viggo had become like birds startled by the twang of a bowstring. Although they had heard that their boss and the Night Demon had reached a reconciliation, John Wick had already slaughtered a large portion of the mob's fighting force.

They were also worried about other gangs coming to fight, or to seize the Russian mob's territory and business.

After all, Viggo was just a mob boss, not an army. The number of men was limited, and when too many subordinates died, their strength would inevitably decline.

After all, John Wick had killed quite a few people, a total of 70 of their brothers.

As a result, the guard force near the abandoned factory had significantly weakened, with only two men guarding the entrance. At this moment, a light shone towards Charlotte Doyle.

"Who are you?"

A burly man appeared before Charlotte Doyle's eyes. He looked bulging, presumably hiding a firearm. He held a flashlight, shining the light on Charlotte Doyle's face, as if trying to see who the visitor was.

Charlotte Doyle did not reply. With a flash, he instantly appeared in front of the man, covering his mouth with his left hand to prevent him from making any sound. With his right hand, a kunai easily sliced across the man's neck, instantly finishing him off.

At this moment, Charlotte Doyle murmured softly, "These scum of society should be cleaned up. It seems I need to be a cleaner."

The next second, Charlotte formed hand seals and used the Transformation Jutsu, taking on the appearance of the other man.

He reached out and took the walkie-talkie and earpiece from the man, putting them on himself.

As for the man's corpse, Charlotte Doyle dragged it to a dark corner and hid it.

Because of the darkness of the night, the other guard did not notice anything unusual.

Thus, Charlotte Doyle swaggered back.

Seeing his companion return, the other guard asked, "Bob, is everything alright?"

Charlotte Doyle replied with a smile, "No problem, just some guy who got off at the wrong stop. I've sent him away."

As the guard was about to speak, Charlotte suddenly made his move. A kunai was inserted into the guard's neck, while one hand covered the guard's mouth. Charlotte said, "Don't speak, take a deep breath, yes, a deep breath."

After a pause of about three breaths, Charlotte Doyle, confirming the guard was dead, placed the body by the wall, sat down, then gently opened the factory door and entered.

Just like that, Charlotte Doyle openly infiltrated the Russian mob's lair.

Inside the factory, a burly Russian man was drinking vodka from a bottle, slurring, "Aiden, an assassin, killed so many of our people, and the boss actually made peace."

"Bastards, we are the Russian mob!"

"Throw money at him, what are we afraid of!"

"If 4 million can't buy his life, use 8 million."

"If that doesn't work, then 10 million. A mere Night Demon, can he really turn things upside down?"

At this moment, the person called Aiden said, "Wes, you're drunk."

He walked forward and took the vodka from Wes's hand.

"The boss must have his reasons for doing this. Let's keep a low profile for a while, don't let other gangs find an opportunity to attack us."

Hearing Aiden say this, Wes became even more depressed. He snatched his vodka back, took a swig, and suddenly saw Charlotte Doyle entering. Wes yelled, "Bob, why aren't you guarding outside and instead came in to slack off? Didn't you hear Aiden say we need to be vigilant during this period?"