Marvel: I'm Wizard King

Chapter 16: The Church and Superheroes

While waiting for dinner, John crossed the bar, picked up a bottle of wine, looked at it, and casually tossed it to Matt.

Matt caught it, sniffed, put the bottle down casually, and came to sit at the bar.

"So you're not going to tell me?"

"Tell you what?" John asked in surprise.

Matt rubbed his forehead, "Who are you?"

"John Wick," John opened a bottle of wine, chuckled, "Your employer, isn't that enough?"

"Not enough," Matt shook his head, saying in a deep voice, "Why are you here, how did you do that..."

Matt went through some words in his head, then asked uncertainly, "Magic?"

"Let me think," John stroked his chin, thinking, "That's right, it's Magic."

"But does it matter?"

He took out a glass and poured the wine into it.

The aroma of the wine brought out the ingredients in Matt's mind. He raised his hand, took the glass, and drank it down.

"What does it taste like?"

"What?"

Hearing John's question, Matt was taken aback.

John patiently explained, "That glass of wine."

"Good tequila, why are you asking this?"

"Because I picked that glass up from the bar," John said casually, "I don't know if some junkie or someone with an STD drank from it."

Matt: "..." He gripped the guide cane in his hand.

John silently took a step back, "You picked it up yourself."

He thought about it carefully, and it was true.

So annoying, he was the one who suffered the loss, yet he was convinced.

"Ding dong, ding dong," An old man came in with his own music. He stepped into Hell's Paradise as if he had come to his own backyard, took off his hat to the two at the bar, and said elegantly, "Gentlemen, I believe you ordered dinner."

A blind man, a young man.

A peculiar combination.

The old man's mouth curved into an arc. He put his hat back on and pulled the brim down.

Simon's influence in Hell's Kitchen is not simple.

These two people are very interesting.

"I ordered dinner," John took another glass and placed it on the table, pouring a glass of tequila for the old man, "You might need to calculate the number of diners."

"We'd be delighted, Mr."

The old man didn't look like a body collector, but rather a Collector of ancient art and famous paintings.

He brought a large team who, unfazed, prepared their tools and began to work.

John handed the wine glass over. The old man took a sip and put it down.

It seemed it wasn't to his taste.

"Today is a good day," The old man extended his hand, "Hume."

John extended his hand and shook his, "John."

The two got acquainted.

As for Matt, what's the point of getting to know a lawyer.

Hume watched his team work and smiled, "In our line of work, you can't ask too many questions, but I'm very curious."

He looked at John, his gaze deep, "You are not a registered killer at the hotel."

"You can't remember everyone." John's expression didn't change.

"But I can remember everyone in my New York." Hume chuckled, "However, as I said, I can't ask too many questions."

One question, a brief taste.

Knowing too much is worse, this is Hume's way of protecting himself.

This dinner team was very professional. As they worked, bodies wrapped in bags were carried down one by one.

"How do you handle those who aren't dead?" Hume looked at John, "We don't deal with the living."

John shrugged, "Then don't worry about them."

"By the way, this place isn't registered with the hotel?" He pointed a finger at the glass, chuckling, "For the sake of me buying you a drink."

"Alright, even though I only had a little," Hume regretted drinking that sip, saying, "There are some tough nuts who work outside the hotel, but they don't dare to provoke the hotel."

John nodded knowingly.

He wanted to know how many enemies his Dad still had.

It seemed Simon was an exception, daring to take on the task of killing his Dad, likely the only one.

The dinner task was finished.

Large and small bags of kitchen waste were hauled away. Matt and John stood at the entrance, watching the frozen meat truck leave. He asked, "What now?"

"Are you familiar with this place?"

John handed Matt the address he had just gotten from Simon, holding it between his fingers.

Matt didn't take it. He said, "I'm blind."

"Oh, sorry."

John awkwardly withdrew his finger and said, "The way you act makes it easy for me to think you're a normal person."

"What about you, Magician?"

"Or should I call you Night Demon?"

Matt didn't give up on getting some information from John.

John took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, saying to himself, "Two hours have passed."

He started walking in one direction, and Matt followed behind him.

He still hadn't gotten the answer he wanted.

...

"Hey, calm down, buddy, don't you see my skin color?"

"I don't care what your skin color is, hand over the money quickly!"

Ferdinand was on the verge of tears. John's last words before leaving scared him into not daring to leave.

But in Hell's Kitchen, even parking can cause trouble.

Now he was being robbed by three people of the same dark skin.

He usually carried a switchblade when he went out, but the other side had a gun pointed at Ferdinand's forehead.

"Hand over the money quickly, don't play any tricks!" The robber held the sixteen dollars and two cents he had stolen, furious.

Ferdinand turned out all his pockets, and said tearfully, "I really don't have any more."

"Fuck, give me the car keys!"

Such a small amount of money angered the robber, who smashed the butt of the gun on Ferdinand's forehead.

The blow made Ferdinand unsteady, and he was pulled by his clothes and thrown against the car door.

Born from the same root, why should they be in such a hurry to harm each other?

Three black men beating one black man.

Ferdinand's car keys were taken. Just as the robber was about to drive, a guide cane blocked his path.

The words he was about to say were left unsaid, as the black man was struck in the face with a cane.

Immediately after, the other two came over. Matt dodged the attack with a sidestep, grabbed the opponent's fist, twisted it, and kicked one person flying with a side kick.

John took the keys from the fallen robber's hand and threw them to Ferdinand.

"Let me introduce you, this is Ferdinand." John said to Ferdinand, "This is Matt, he is a lawyer."

"There are lawyers in Hell's Kitchen?"

Ferdinand was dumbfounded, but then he realized that his forehead was still bleeding.

"This address, take us there, wait," Handing the address to Ferdinand, John thought of something and asked Matt, "Do you need to change clothes? Don't Super Heroes all have combat suits?"

Matt did have one, and he also understood that the place John was going was likely quite dangerous.

Matt nodded and said, "Take me home."

Ferdinand touched his head. Where did his wound go?

Then he heard something about Super Heroes and lawyers.

What's the connection between these two?

John had no sympathy and urged Ferdinand from inside the car.

"Hurry up, Ferdinand."

"Right away."

Ferdinand climbed up from the ground, looking depressed.

What kind of day was he having?

If he could do it again, he would definitely not step forward during the day.

He was still lost in thought when John slapped him on the head and asked kindly, "Is there a problem?"

"No problem!"

Ferdinand shivered and forced a smile onto his face.

The car started.

...

After going home, Matt changed his clothes and sat in the car.

When Ferdinand saw Matt's outfit, his mouth dropped open.

"Dare... Daredevil?"

Matt turned his head and asked John, "He doesn't know?"

John looked innocent and said, "I just met him today."

Matt's face darkened again.

This was the second time his identity had been revealed.

But now was not the time to dwell on that. John told Ferdinand to start the car.

The pickup truck drove through Hell's Kitchen and finally stopped in front of a church.

"There's a church in Hell's Kitchen?" Ferdinand got out of the car, looked at the place with the cross, and asked in confusion.

"The more chaotic a place is, the stronger the religious belief," John said lightly, "Even if those villains kill many people, they still hope their souls are pure."

Matt turned to 'look' at John. He felt that the John at this moment was different from the John before.

"Let's go. Before dawn, maybe we can have breakfast."

Matt and John walked towards the church. Ferdinand stood alone in front of the church.

A gust of wind blew, and a bottle rolled to Ferdinand's feet.

His expression was conflicted. John hadn't told him whether to wait here or leave.

The thought of John knowing Daredevil made his teeth ache.

He didn't dare to leave.

He gritted his teeth and stamped his foot.

He shrank into the car and locked the door.

He'd wait anyway.

...

The church was very quiet inside.

After all, it was already midnight, and no one would come here to pray at this time.

John and Matt walked side by side.

"It's very quiet here," Matt said, "There's a smell."

"What smell?"

"Chicken."

Hearing Matt's words, John said, "It seems they don't have that much respect for their Lord."

"Let's split up." Matt finished speaking and disappeared into the darkness.

"Lost child."

A priest walked in. His face was kind, like a grandfather from next door.

"I would prefer you to come back during the day." The priest was not angry about John's intrusion, but rather very amiable.

But John could see the malice the other party carried.

John slowly walked over and smiled, "Father, I hope you swear to your Lord that you don't want to kill me."

A flicker of something passed in the priest's eyes, then he said with an exaggerated and absurd expression, "Of course, my child, I absolutely don't want to kill you."

"Shh--" John put his index finger to his lips to signal silence, and smiled, "Liars don't go to Heaven."

He beckoned with his right hand. The priest didn't react in time, and his body was pulled over by a strange force.

Telekinesis Magic.

John grabbed his neck, his eyes turning into vertical pupils.

"You lied to your Lord, I saw it."

His eyes stared directly into the priest's eyes, "Tell me, why did you assassinate Wick?"

When the priest heard this question, he immediately knew he was exposed.

His face changed, and he shouted, "Attack!"

"Attack? You should look around." John chuckled softly.

Those hidden within the church fell down one by one.

Matt emerged from the darkness. With his super sensitive hearing and smell, he was terrifying in the dark of night.

His men were gone, and the priest's face changed.

John grabbed his sleeve and tore it open.

Revealing the Ten Rings tattoo underneath.

"Tell me, or I'll pry open your mouth." The vertical pupils in John's eyes were suffocating.

The priest felt it hard to breathe. The person in front of him turned into a dark mass, engulfing him.

"I... will... tell... you."

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