dognovel Chapter 72 The Resurrection of Titus
Chapter 72 The Resurrection of Titus
Titus opened his eyes and found himself lying in a small white room, illuminated by cold, hospital-like lights installed overhead.
The body is connected to various instruments through tubes, and there is a breathing mask with white mist emanating from between the mouth and nose.
Oh, damn it!
What's wrong with me?
Titus pulled off the breathing mask that was emitting a thin layer of mist and propped himself up on the side of the bed.
My mind is foggy, like an old, malfunctioning Windows system. When you type in a search term, a small gray dot keeps spinning on the screen.
After a moment, Titus recalled the events of Alley C in Rome.
He was going to spend the night at a small hotel with a bright red light, about 150 meters away.
He saw the female boss at the counter, sitting with her arms crossed, fast asleep; she was past her prime.
Intuition told Titus that this was the kind of shady hotel he was looking for—definitely unreliable and never checking ID.
He had just begun to daydream when he lay on his fluffy little bed, looking out at the quiet, deserted ancient alleyway and slowly drifted off to sleep.
But in an instant, alarm bells rang in his mind, and he turned around abruptly!
There was absolutely no time to react; a bullet had already pierced his chest.
The second heart and Lariman cells exert their power, entering a state of suspended animation.
He was sniped and knocked unconscious...
"Jack, you're awake?"
Titus looked up and saw a familiar figure. John Wick was skillfully changing a bag of some kind of liquid for him, with a tube attached to the back of his hand.
"It's you... John, what's wrong with me? What kind of poisonous substance are you injecting into my precious body?"
John shook his head and said:
"This is intravenous nutrition solution, containing glucose, saline, and potassium chloride to ensure you don't starve to death due to lack of food."
"Dr. Beth told me that if I didn't wake up, I would have to switch to a central venous catheter, which would be inserted into my neck, near my collarbone."
"Fuck..." Titus exclaimed.
The next moment, Titus realized what was happening, his pupils dilated sharply before quickly disappearing.
he asked:
"Dr. Beth...did he operate on me to treat my injuries?"
John nodded.
"Did he say anything?"
John shook his head and said:
"Don't worry, he's a trustworthy friend. I was there during the surgery, and to be honest, none of us expected you to survive—"
"Beth told me that you weren't really in any serious condition, except that your heart had been pierced by a sniper bullet and three lead bullets."
Titus said nervously:
"That's what he said? And you didn't notice anything else incredible while you were there?"
"For example... what kind of scalpel did you use, and how did you cut my skin?"
John looked at Titus, puzzled:
"Of course it's a scalpel heated by an alcohol lamp in a basement clinic. Do you expect to get into a regular hospital?"
"I really don't know what's wrong with you. Did something happen to your brain after you woke up?"
Titus breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "Could it be that the Emperor's power has hidden the secret of my body?"
He felt that John had no reason to lie to him.
Titus clenched his fist slightly and then reached out to press various important points on his body.
The lungs, two hearts, kidneys, and other organs are all still intact, and even the second heart is perfectly fine!
Fully recovered?
Praise be to the Emperor!
"It's nothing, I'm just... a little dizzy. How long have I been lying down?"
"Could I have a glass of water, please? Thank you, John!"
John poured him a glass of pure water, which Titus tilted his head back and gulped down. He felt instantly revived, his entire body awakened a second time, and he felt incredibly light.
He ripped the catheter needle off the back of his hand, which was covered with a medical dressing, and the Larriman cells worked their magic, without spilling a single drop of blood.
My whole body seems to have undergone a major recovery, and my skin is as hard as steel again!
"Could I have another glass of purified water, with some ice, please?"
John rolled his eyes at him, but still poured him a glass. There was a water dispenser and a small freezer storing medical supplies right next to him.
Titus gulped down a glass of ice water. The water flowed down his throat, waking up an organ with each passage, and his whole body felt refreshed!
He let out a long sigh, looked at John, and his lion-like language system activated once again.
Titus said seriously:
"Did you fuck me?"
"What...?"
"You know, with a body as magnificent as mine... do I derive satisfaction from watching my unconscious brothers?"
"No!"
John poured himself a glass of water, lest he be driven mad by the guy's nonsense.
He leaned against the medical freezer and looked at Tetus, taking the initiative to steer the conversation toward the main topic.
John thought Titus was always talking nonsense. He was about to become a legend, but the next day he was shot unconscious in a dark alley in a foreign land.
But undeniably, this guy truly became a legend during that period—
Funeral processions on the Brooklyn Bridge;
A walking $2000 million;
The sole challenger to the high table order;
An undercover FBI agent working part-time as a hitman;
Numerous titles were bestowed upon him, and even his final disappearance was stubbornly explained by the assassin's secrets as follows:
The undertaker is about to be reborn from the ashes.
His story had a significant impact on the underground assassin world, becoming a topic of conversation among assassins.
But what's the price of becoming a legend...?
"You were in a coma for a month. The assassin who killed you was a Danish man named Duncan, codenamed Black Caesar, a bounty hunter."
"The servant is Mason Vijay, a New York billionaire."
Titus processed this information rapidly.
Mason Vijay, that old bastard has tried to scheme against me time and time again. I'll take care of him when I get back!
It's like your life is already in its sixth season, and someone from the first season suddenly comes to bother you.
That Black Caesar, whom I've never met, is quite a formidable character...
Ultimately, he's just too weak. If he were a fully-equipped Space Marine in full terracotta armor, would he have been knocked unconscious by a 2K sniper rifle?
"John, what's the deal with that Black Caesar?"
"And where am I now?"
John replied:
"He is the 'uncrowned king' of the Danish assassin world, 'one of the strongest assassins of the old era,' and because he is burdened with huge debts, he has no choice but to do this job to you."
"No choice? Retire when you get old, and let the remnants of the old regime die!"
Titus silently memorized Mason Viger and Black Caesar in his little notebook.
John continued:
"This is the basement of my villa in New York. Gianna and I went to great lengths to bring you here from Rome, and you're being kept alive by a doctor in an underground clinic."
"When I rescued you from Mason Viger, we all thought you were beyond dead, but Jaina said—he saved me once, and it's an invisible blood pact between us."
"She worked tirelessly behind the scenes to get you out of Rome."
"During that time, an anonymous pervert put a bounty on your body. The High Table continued to keep the bounty on you because they hadn't received the body. They probably wanted to use your body to do something to show off their authority."
Titus sighed and said:
"And now...aren't those bounty hunters causing you any trouble?"
"Your popularity has faded, Jack... As for those bounty hunters, just kill them."
"You watched over me for a month... Thank you, John, I owe you one!"
John shook his head and said:
"Actually, it hasn't been that long. Once the hype dies down, people won't bother arguing anymore. After all, they're just guessing you're hiding here—I haven't let anyone down alive."
"Anyway, you stayed up all night for me last time, so we're even now."
Titus breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was probably a living dead now.
And the living dead are the best at plotting...
That damned Thunder Crocodile!
That damned Black Caesar!
Damn that high table!
I, Astartes, refuse to believe I can be ambushed again!
Titus pondered for a moment, then smiled and said:
"How can a day compare to a month? Should I get you a blood pact, John?"
"Fuck you, Jack!"