North American detective: From scoundrel to god among men

Chapter 57 Vigo Boss's Great Decision!

Basement A, Brooklyn, New York.

Vigo slammed his fist on the table and roared:

"The entire army wiped out? Not a single one of the fifty assassins returned?"

"Even if he ate fifty steamed buns, he'd still burp at least once!"

Vigo's assistant trembled, hesitated for a moment, and then reported in a low voice:

"We received a message that the assassins risked their lives to send back; they said Jack Vizra..."

"Jack...that big guy next to John? What happened to him?"

"He's as tough as nails, bullets can't penetrate him... he's practically a superman!"

Vigo was stunned for a moment, then grabbed a wine glass from the table and smashed it on the ground, shattering glass shards all over the floor.

"How could that be? Do you think this is a movie?! This is just an excuse they're making for their own cowardice and failure!"

Vigo took a big gulp of whiskey.

"Joseph is dead, but he's still my son. He can't die like this, without a clear explanation. And what about Marcus and Perkins?"

The assistant replied:

"Perkins is dead. Our people found her remains at the Red Circle Club. The manner of her death was strange, or rather, horrific. Her limbs were crushed, and her body was soft and shriveled from head to toe, as if she had been brutally crushed by more than ten tons of road."

"Marcus never appeared at the club from beginning to end. However, there were sniper bullet marks on the glass window on the first floor of the club. We found the sniper bullet, which is a model that Marcus often uses. According to ballistic analysis, the bullet hit the champagne tower."

"and then?"

"And then... that's it. I just found one of those bullets."

"You mean, that guy betrayed us? I spent a fortune hiring him, equipping him with the best weapons, the best sniper rifles, the best scopes, and this guy just used all that equipment to fire blanks!"

The assistant bowed slightly and said:

"I think so, boss."

A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead as he said:

"I have another piece of information about this Mr. Marcus."

Vigo closed his eyes, suppressing his anger, but his eyelids trembled uncontrollably. He said:

"Don't wait until I ask you a question to answer, okay? If it happens again, I'll make sure you can never speak again!"

The assistant was startled, thinking that if he hadn't blurted everything out without controlling his pace, this boss would probably have taken his head out of anger! But he only dared to think that; he didn't dare to contradict Vigo. He spoke with even greater respect:

"Okay, boss. What I'm trying to say is that Mr. Marcus is undoubtedly a top-notch assassin, but he's also John Wick's mentor. Their relationship is complicated—a mentor-student relationship, a friendship, and even a father-son relationship. In fact, they worked under you for a while—"

Vigo interrupted him angrily:

"Traitor! He dared to betray me for the sake of a fragile master-disciple relationship! He betrayed the rules set by the High Table! Is Marcus trying to use his ridiculous sentimentality to fight against the entire High Table?"

Where is he now?

Assistant's answer:

"Marcus's last known location was the fake Titus Red Circle Club. Based on that sniper bullet, we determined that he was in the area around xx-SS building on Bursworth Street in Manhattan. After firing that bullet, he disappeared like a ghost, and even his house was burned down—he knew he would be exposed, so he ran away in advance."

Vigo took a deep breath and tried to lean back steadily in the leather seat. The stiff adult tiger skin he had brought back from hunting years ago was a bit bumpy, but it calmed him down a lot.

His twisted and perverse psychology led him to display his power and authority through items such as tiger-skin armchairs, wolf-skin rugs, and bear-head wall hangings. Having these ferocious beast carcasses under his feet and resting beneath him undoubtedly made him feel more like a boss. He said:

"Then we don't need to waste our energy looking for a 'dead man' for now. We just need to release the details of what happened. You know, I signed a contract when I commissioned Marcus to assassinate John."

"Then, we'll release the documents, and he'll become the enemy of all assassins; his name will be on the wanted list, though probably not many, but no assassin will refuse easy prey; the High Table will also send adjudicators to deal with these people who openly defy the rules; continental hotels around the world will remove him from their lists and refuse to provide any services, so I don't think he'll dare to go to such places with a criminal record."

"He's practically a living dead, why waste our already limited energy? Night Demon... that John Wick is our main threat."

Vigo tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, a little habit he had when thinking; the rhythmic tapping helped him quickly enter a state of deep thought.

"As for that assassin Jack... he was probably just wearing an extra layer of bulletproof vest. I think those cowardly idiots undoubtedly exaggerated his combat strength, but he should still be a force to be reckoned with."

"I can't sleep if these two don't die..."

Vigo remained silent for a long time before standing up from his chair. By this time, he had regained his composure and fully resumed his usual imposing boss persona.

At the same time, he had thought the whole thing through, and he said:

"Second-in-command! (Vigo occasionally bursts into theatrical displays, considering himself a great navigator) Summon all the assassins in the gang to hunt down John Wick and Jack Vizra."

"Let's spread the word: John and Jack are enemies of our Russian gang, and anyone who helps them is going against me, Vigo Tarasov!"

"The bounty... I think we don't need to issue it. It's useless. They specifically named two of the industry's top assassins, and in the end, they didn't accomplish a single thing! Now we're going to use our own strength to show this underworld what happens when they mess with Vigo!"

"But, Boss, I think—"

The assistant wanted to suggest that they reconsider the issue of Jack Vizra's strength, because he personally believed that since more than one assassin had reported Jack's power, it must be the only truth, no matter how unreasonable it seemed.

However, Vigo interrupted him again:

"What are you still thinking about? What are you still standing there for! This is an order! Go and carry it out!"

"No matter how you look at it, having one helper against those two independent assassins gives me the advantage!"

……

Titus and John took the Manhattan IRT1 subway line to Brooklyn. As the sweet female conductor announced the train's departure, the train slowly started moving, and the slight clattering of the modules between the cars made them drowsy.

In fact, Titus is asleep right now, with his dormant ganglia working. You can think of it as his left brain being awake while his right brain is dozing off; in simple terms, he has shut down half of his brain's functions.

At this moment, John broke the long silence with his question:

"What exactly do you want to do?"