✔ᵉⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ ONE [John Wick]✔

12

The entire New York underground, all the hit men, wanted the seven million that had been put on John's head. As if it was so easy to kill the killer. It was so absurd to see how many had dropped everything after the news reached us.

Well, seven million was a lot of money, extremely much, but it was not worth dying for. Have people forgotten that the bogeyman does not need weapons to defend himself? There was a reason for the incident with the three men and the pencil. Did the money make people forget or become stupid about who John was? Apparently so.

"May I say something to Miss Quinn," Winston asked, sitting across from Alice, who kept looking at her phone and putting the display back on the tabletop, since there were no messages, "as soon as your foot touches the pavement, this or that man or some other man will want to kill you too, because everyone knows where your loyalties lie."

"That's exactly what Ce was supposed to do, "I'm supposed to stay here, and that was more than just advice from you. This is not going to end well, and then what?"

"Life," this was easier said than done, but this was more to make Alice understand that no matter what connected John and her, life would go on, and Winston was one of those who knew why this was so important, "Just like before. Her life did not begin with John Wick, nor would it end with him. He proved to all of us that it was possible, and he lived the life he wanted to live, at least for a little while."

"At what cost, though?" neither Winston nor Alice had to say what the cost was, "It won't be over until Santino is dead. You don't mess with the Boogeyman."

Because it wouldn't end well.