North American detective: From scoundrel to god among men

Chapter 46 The Assassin Empire: A Dog Sparks a Tale of Love and Hate

Robber B felt a little wetness at point B; an unknown liquid was dripping down his inner thigh.

Family members, does anyone understand? On my first day as a robber, someone pressed their forehead against mine and begged me to shoot!

Titus couldn't help but laugh. He chopped the gun out of the robber's hand with a chop to the neck and kicked it to the bottom of the shelf. Then, he generously rewarded the robber with a big slap on the head.

With a dull thud, robber B felt a surge of exhilarating pleasure that shot straight to the top of his head.

At that moment, robber A also ran over, raising his shotgun and aiming it at Titus.

"Let him go! Did you hear me? I told you to let him go!"

"Great, you've come at just the right time."

Titus pushed the incontinent man aside and walked up to robber A, his eyes scrutinizing behind his flat-lens glasses.

"I'm not that kind of coward! I'm telling you!"

The robber's hand trembled as he gripped the gun, his fingers pressing the trigger, sweat soaking his back.

Titus noticed A's unique attire and unconsciously fell into a professional habit, or perhaps he was deeply influenced by someone.

He began:

"This is the first time I've seen someone wearing a V-neck sweater and glasses commit robbery, and their hair is even styled with proper curls."

"What?"

Titus smiled slightly, but the words uttered beneath that gentle smile were like those of a demon:

"Do you like reading, Kafka or Camus?"

"How did you know... no, you bastard, I'll shoot you right now."

Titus thought, "Go ahead and shoot. If your old shotgun can even pierce my hair, I'll consider it a bomb."

He continued his analysis as if he hadn't heard a thing:

"I wonder what kind of person you are. After reading 'The Stranger,' you think no one can judge your soul. After reading a few more Kafka books, you are completely disheartened by his existentialism. You don't grasp the essence at all, yet you think you are extraordinary."

"Say it again!"

Titus's smile deepened; judging from the other's reaction, he knew he had guessed correctly.

As a result, his words became increasingly sharp, and his gaze became increasingly steady.

"I've seen plenty of young people like you, thinking you can join a gang just by getting a handgun."

"You've willingly fallen into depravity, believing that the gang is your destiny, but you don't understand that being a gangster is also a difficult thing."

Titus suddenly pressed the barrel of his gun, and the robber's dazed eyes snapped back to focus, but it was too late.

He tried desperately to lift the shotgun, but Titus's merciless iron hand pressed it down, lower and lower, as if he wouldn't be satisfied until it was buried in the dust.

Titus looked him straight in the eye:

"If you don't want to be a waiter, don't want to deliver food, and definitely don't want to work in a brothel, how will you survive?"

"Robbery? Gang involvement?"

"Do you consider yourself a conscious succumb to depravity, intensely craving this feeling?"

Titus snatched the shotgun and threw it on the ground.

"Wake up!"

"Damn it, what's it to you?" he roared, his voice hoarse with a sudden burst of courage.

With a dull thud, robber A felt a surge of exhilarating pleasure that shot straight to the top of his head.

He fell silent, turned to run, but was pulled back by Titus, who gave him another jolt on the top of his head.

Suddenly, the robbers on A-site were like horses, while a bunch of them behaved themselves.

"Now I'm giving you a chance. Which gang do you belong to?"

"The Vortex Gang of the Holy District".

"Who's the boss, and who does he follow?"

"Joseph Tarasov."

At this point, robber A's eyes suddenly lit up, and his tone became noticeably louder.

"My boss is really powerful, he... I'm telling you, Joseph's father is the local Russian-American mob boss!"

Titus's eyes lit up, and he feigned surprise, saying:

"Oh, really?"

"Could it be that you're talking about Vigo?"

Robber A smiled but did not answer, while robber B was still staring at the two of them, unable to control his bladder.

"What's your plan for tonight?"

Why should I tell you?

With a dull thud, robber A once again felt a surge of exhilarating pleasure that shot straight to the top of his head.

"I……"

Titus continued banging without waiting for his reply.

"etc……"

Titus thought that if the melon in front of him was ripe, it must be perfectly ripe.

"flax……"

Titus struck the ground seven times before stopping, just as he raised his hand as if to strike again.

Robber A quickly said:

"Joseph's planning to get a luxury car tonight!"

Titus stopped:

"Luxury car? What model? Tell me more."

"A 1969 Ford Mustang BOSS429, driven by an old man with a silly dog. We met him at the gas station. The boss wanted to buy that car, but that bastard wouldn't sell it to him."

Titus thought, "What a coincidence! It must be John, that piece of shit."

I'm definitely going to give you a three-shot method to fall asleep quickly.

"What are you planning to do?"

"Kill him! A night raid tonight! Catch him completely off guard!"

"Really? You're quite capable!"

After learning their location, Tetus tied the two men up and then told the store manager to call the police, which the manager dared not disobey.

In the store manager's opinion, Titus's aura was more like that of a gangster than a robber, and he was probably at least a minor boss-level villain.

Afterward, Titus took a case of milk and put it on the robber's tab, then left the convenience store before the police arrived.

……

It was evening, next to John Wick's luxurious villa.

His villa is located in the Long Island villa area, and naturally, the villa area has a lot of green space. Titus was dozing off against a large camphor tree in the green space.

He thought, this is where the story begins.

The story begins like this: Joseph broke into John's house, stole his car, killed his dog, and humiliated him. The most damn important thing is that he didn't humiliate him to death or even cripple him!

Therefore, John, the long-retired assassin, embarks on his path of revenge once again!

Titus knew that if he were to suddenly appear before John now, he would surely be rejected, because he had already withdrawn from worldly affairs.

Just like a reclusive master sheathing his sword and disappearing into the shadows of an ordinary person's home, John buried his equipment under his own concrete floor. It's not that he didn't bury it, but it's definitely worse than not burying it at all.

But if he waits for Joseph and his gang of idiots to humiliate John before rescuing his dog, he can rightfully use John to find Vigo.

After all, John Wick, the "King of Human Relationships," was much faster than him, a newcomer who couldn't yet utilize police resources.

As for why he didn't just kidnap Joseph and use that to threaten Vigo into coming forward?

It was because he believed the chances were slim—Vigo was very likely to cut his losses and survive, and he had that kind of courage.

After much deliberation, Titus concluded that using John to find Vigo was the safest and quickest method.

It seems John will have to suffer a bit...

Suddenly, he heard the soft crunching sound of motorcycle wheels rolling over the lawn. It was a motorcycle, professionally soundproofed, convenient, fast, and small – no wonder it was a professional car theft team.

Titus thought that selling luxury cars could also be used as evidence to investigate Vigo's crimes. His mission was not only to arrest Vigo, but also to collect evidence.

Under the cover of night, Joseph and his men pried open the villa's door.

Meanwhile, Titus clipped a miniature video recorder to the edge of his collar, then leaped down from the camphor tree and headed toward the villa.

He thought, "The epic drama of love, hate, and revenge sparked by a dog in the assassin empire has begun..."