As the King of Bowery was being treated, the machine spit out more numbers of unrelated people.

Those social security numbers that are constantly displayed on the screen all have one thing in common.

That is, they are all underground gang members in New York.

A small number are homeless people from Bowery Street, and a large number are Wilson's people from Hell's Kitchen.

And the last number is Wilson himself!

After seeing Wilson's photo appear on the screen, the machine thoughtfully marked the probability of death at the back, 100%.

It's equivalent to certain death.

Because the person who wants Wilson dead is none other than Du Wei, who even has trouble analyzing behavioral patterns through big data using machines!

Faced with the machine spitting out irrelevant personnel numbers, Du Wei smiled and said:

"From now on, I need you to prioritize the safety of the members of the Salvation Organization.

If it is found that a member of the Salvation Organization may encounter a life or death crisis, we must be notified as soon as possible."

After the machine collected Du Wei's words through the audio device, the screens filled with irrelevant personnel's numbers instantly cleared.

Then a new number appeared on it, and a photo popped up.

That was a man on the run in the streets of New York.

It was a face with a beard.

That's John Wick.

The probability of death calculated by the machine jumped from 10% to 70%.

Du Wei frowned, this is not good, it means that John's plan to assassinate the elder is likely to fail.

"Machine, can you connect to the city surveillance system in Casablanca, Morocco?"

Upon hearing the manager's request, the screen in front of Du Wei's eyes flashed, and a green progress bar reappeared in front of everyone.

As the progress bar continued to advance, a city on the Atlantic coastline appeared in front of everyone.

The city is full of Arabic style, with low buildings everywhere.

At the same time, Duwei noticed that after the machine hacked into the city's surveillance system, John's probability of death actually dropped by 10 percentage points, to 60%.

This means that with the help of the machine, John is at least safe in Casablanca.

Soon, as the screen continued to switch, a figure in a suit who looked in good condition appeared in front of everyone.

Duwei felt something bad when he saw John wearing a suit that was incompatible with the Arab clothing here.

Sure enough, under the machine's mark, several dangerous figures were gradually approaching John in the crowd.

John, who was walking in front, also seemed to realize something.

However, there were too many people in the market and it was not convenient for him to do so. He deliberately lured these people into the narrow alley.

That kind of place is the most suitable terrain for fighting one against many.

This is the terrain that a killer instinctively chooses to be most beneficial to him.

It's not that he doesn't want to change clothes, it's just that he doesn't have time to change clothes, and Arab clothes are not as bulletproof as the suit he wears.

Seeing this scene, Duwei directly asked the machine to dial John's phone number.

John, who felt the vibration of his cell phone, just lowered his head to take out his cell phone when a blocker appeared in front of him.

John glanced behind him and saw that there were also blockers blocking his retreat in the shadows of the alley.

Then, without saying a word, they pulled out the scimitars from their waists and started killing John.

At this time, John couldn't bear to see who was persistently calling him.

John went directly to the fruit shop next to him and used the shelves inside to turn the game into a 1v1 duel.

In a 1v1 life and death battle, John, who has experienced hundreds of battles, is no match for these minions.

After a few clean counterattacks, John's dagger was stained red by the enemy's blood.

And those enemies with many knives in their hands will never have the chance to taste the fruits on the shelf.

After getting rid of the chasing killers, John looked at the proprietress behind the counter who only dared to look at him with a pair of frightened eyes and said sorry.

Then he took out a gold coin from his inner pocket and placed it on the counter as an apology and as compensation for the damage to the fruit.

Just as John walked out of the fruit shop, his phone vibrated again.

This time when John wanted to reach out and take it, he was interrupted again.

A guy in a white apron who looked like a restaurant chef lit a cigarette in his mouth by rubbing gravel against each other in the quiet alley.

Then, with his hands free, he clapped to John.

"John, John Wick, welcome to Casablanca! Lady Arazva is waiting for you!"

After hearing Alazwa's name and understanding that the person in front of him was a friend and not an enemy, John's vigilance relaxed slightly.

Sofia Arazva, current manager of Hotel Continental Casablanca.

He is also John's old friend.

The blood contract he holds comes from Sophia.

Because he rescued Sophia's daughter when she was in dire straits and placed her in a safe place.

Because of this, Sophia owes John a favor.

Although Sofia hated John very much because of some personal emotional matters.

But Sophia is still a good friend at heart.

This is why John came here to seek help.

If he wanted to find the elder's location in the Sahara Desert in half an hour, he had to use Sophia's connections to find her former boss, one of the gold coin minters, Brada.

So facing the invitation from the person in front of him, John nodded and followed him towards the Continental Hotel.

Only then did John have time to take out his cell phone, which was still vibrating.

He glanced at the unknown number displayed above and had a guess in his mind.

After connecting it, John put the phone to his ear and listened quietly to the voice prompts.

This time, he seemed to be back to that night when he was wearing wireless headphones and could do anything.

It seems that Du Wei has put the existence called 'machine' back online.

Thinking of this, John suddenly pulled out the gun from his waist and looked diagonally upward, firing two shots.

The two guys who were holding guns and preparing to attack John fell down from the roof, and their limp bodies fell heavily into the sewage in the alley.

The firearm in his hand was thrown in front of the leader with a clatter.

Looking at the camouflaged rifles on the ground, we can clearly guess their identities. They must be killers who are here for money.

The guide turned his head and looked at John in surprise, thinking that he was indeed the legendary night devil.

The two killers were wearing desert camouflage uniforms. He really didn't realize that someone would dare to take action even though he was leading the way.

This is completely disrespectful to Sophia, the manager of the Continental Hotel.

If John hadn't been able to discover the enemy on his own, he might have been severely punished this time when he went back.

He is considered a top-notch killer and yet he can be so careless.

Feeling the pressure, the leader's face immediately became serious.

Next, he looked in all directions and carefully welcomed John into the Continental Hotel with an Arabian style.

When John, who was in urgent need of a wireless headset, entered the Continental Hotel, the communication between him and the machine was instantly cut off.

John immediately realized that this was because Continental hotels all used internal networks.

But he didn't notice that at some point, an app with cute smiling faces had appeared on his phone.

Moreover, this app has obtained the highest permissions and is running autonomously in the background.

So the temperature of John's cell phone suddenly spiked, and it was inexplicably hot enough to bake eggs.

If someone pointed an infrared sight or a thermometer at John, they would find that the location of the phone was a red patch, which was just a little bit away from spontaneous combustion.

Fortunately, this thing is not made by Samsung, otherwise John might have to return to the embrace of God at this time.

And because of the bulletproof material of the suit, John did not feel the temperature. After all, in the Continental Hotel, there were not so many killers who were bold enough to kill casually.

Because rules and laws are like a sword of Damoris hanging over most people's heads.

But for a small number of people, rules and laws are like toilet paper and can be shredded at will.

But after all, the risk of Continental Hotel is low enough that most people can bear it.

…

As John lost the signal and the picture was lost, Duwei shook his head and stopped looking.
To be continued...