Night arrived.
In Hell's Kitchen, a man walked down the street.
His eyes were filled with sadness and hatred.
"Hey, Uncle."
A thug spoke disrespectfully, "Are you looking for your missing wife on the street?"
As soon as he said this, the thugs burst into laughter.
The man just glanced at him, and this glance caused the thug's laughter to get stuck in his throat.
This made the thug feel humiliated, and he was about to go over and cause trouble.
But the man didn't want to bother with them.
He looked up at the tall buildings in Hell's Kitchen.
The killer of his wife and son might be in these tall buildings.
Seeing that he was being ignored, the thug became enraged and brought his brothers over.
"As long as you are guilty, you must die."
The man glanced at the thugs now lying on the ground. Fortunately, these people were not at the point of death.
"I need some weapons," the man murmured.
And there was never a shortage of ways to get weapons in America.
***
At Matt's residence.
The kind lawyer Matt had managed to knock out the volatile woman with a tranquilizer dart.
It looked like a situation from some strange plot.
Fortunately, the righteous Lawyer Matt didn't have such dirty thoughts.
Facing the woman who was at his mercy and tied up, he only felt helpless.
The woman was emotionally unstable and couldn't be interrogated at all, let alone provide clues.
John throwing her to him was simply a test for Matt's patience.
Suddenly, the sound of a stick tapping the ground came, and Matt turned around sharply.
Someone had entered his residence.
A blind old man stood behind Matt.
"Your life has made you slacken your vigilance."
Hearing this familiar voice and smelling that familiar scent, Matt looked at the old man.
"Stick."
The old man was expressionless, his nose twitched, and the smell in the room exposed all secrets. "This is simply a dog's den."
Like Matt, he was a blind man.
But like Matt, he seemed to be able to see everything around him.
Stepping over Matt's body, he 'saw' the unconscious woman. "Who is she?"
"Women are a distraction."
Just like the admonitions and teachings from childhood, Stick's words made Matt feel helpless.
But he couldn't drive this old man away, because it was this person who taught him everything.
And Stick's arrival was not just a simple reunion between master and disciple.
He carried a mission, a very important mission.
To kill the Black Sky.
***
In the underground laboratory.
John picked out the silver thread from the reagent bottle and placed it in the palm of his hand.
He exhaled.
The silver threads drifted with the wind, gradually dispersing into a white mist that enveloped the laboratory, playing out the extracted memories.
The scene shifted. Savin stood on a high-rise under construction, and Fisk appeared before him in a pristine white suit. Next to Savin was Killian.
Killian said to Fisk, "The renowned Kingpin." He smiled; this was their first meeting.
Fisk looked at his phone. A voice came from the other end, "We have a common goal."
Fisk scrutinized Killian. As the boss of Hell's Kitchen, he could feel an unusual aura from him.
Killian smiled. "Kill Watson Wick. You want his position, I want his company."
Fisk pondered for a moment. "Deal."
Their goals were clear. Fisk was after the high-and-mighty position of the underground alliance's ruler, while Killian wanted to retrieve the original Extremis Virus and use Taran Industries for himself. This was an alliance driven by profit and greed.
They came together and formulated a plan to kill Watson Wick.
John watched from a bystander's perspective as the surrounding scene began to disappear. He drew out new silver threads and blew them out.
The surrounding scene changed like a whirlwind. This time, Killian and Savin were present, and Killian was furious.
"How could it fail!" Killian looked incredibly angry, but in his anger, there was a hint of fear. "We cannot let him return to New York alive!"
"Kill him! Let the Extremis soldiers do it!"
Savin said, "Six of our men died."
"Damn it, he clearly didn't have any weapons!"
Killian couldn't understand how a person without weapons could escape the combined attack of his subordinates and the Ten Rings. The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became.
"If he returns to New York," Killian grabbed Savin's collar and said word by word, "it will be us who die!"
"I don't want to be controlled by him again!"
Killian pushed Savin aside. He was uncharacteristically flustered, completely different from when they met at Taran Industries last time. He paced around the manor. "Have the Ten Rings search for Watson Wick's family. Doesn't he have a son?"
"I don't believe his son is dead and he won't show up!"
A coldness appeared in Killian's eyes.
Another memory flickered into view.
Savin was reporting to Killian.
"John Wick?" When Killian heard that John had appeared in New York, his expression was full of amusement. "I didn't expect him to deliver himself to our doorstep."
"He showed up on his own, saving us the trouble of finding him."
Killian told Kingpin the news. And this news was passed down layer by layer, finally landing inside a fried chicken shop.
This led to the explosion when John first arrived in New York.
As the memories played out one by one, John discovered something.
"That Mandarin... is he related to A.I.M.?"
He stared at a scene of a man sitting in a chair, surrounded by cameras and a film crew on high alert. The group led by Savin, and even Killian, all called this Mandarin 'Boss'.
John looked at the image of Killian, a pawn pretending to be a king.
He opened the cap of the reagent bottle, and the surrounding images were sucked back inside in one go, turning into settled silver threads, their color now a little duller.
John put the bottle in the drawer.
"I don't mind causing some trouble for people I dislike," John said to Moss. "Contact Wenwu."
Since someone was impersonating the Ten Rings, then let the real Ten Rings deal with those guys.
John glanced at the two items on the desk: the Evolution Serum and the Extremis Virus.
The call connected, and Wenwu's voice came through. "What is it?"
"You still haven't found that actor, it seems," John said lazily from his chair. "Do you want me to give you a hint?"
His voice held a hint of amusement.
Wenwu's face darkened on the other end. Was this mocking him for not being effective in exposing the fake? Unbearable!
The hatred in his heart for the imposter Ten Rings grew even stronger.
***
At the docks.
The shipment of goods, which should have stopped, had a container arrive today.
There were people guarding the area, many of whom had Asian faces.
But Matt found something was wrong. He focused on a strong man. From that person, he felt a body temperature higher than normal.
Just like that female driver.
His master, Stick, also had this ability.
The two of them felt a little more solemn about this journey to destroy the Black Sky.
Before taking action, Matt made a pact with Stick: no killing.
Stick agreed readily, but in reality, tonight was destined to see blood.
Because the weapon named Black Sky... was a person.
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