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Chapter 51: Writing a Script
"Don't look, everyone, stop looking!"
Mocked by the crowd, Iosef became enraged out of sheer humiliation. He lowered his head and frantically searched the floor, desperate to pick up the bath towel and wrap himself, but after searching carefully, he couldn't find it.
Of course, he wouldn't find it. Because before he could even get up, a giggling patron had already stepped forward and kicked the towel far away. Why would that person do that? The reason was simple: everyone who came to the Red Circle Club regularly knew exactly what kind of entitled scoundrel Iosef was. But due to the power of his gangster father, Vigo Tarasov, everyone had been forced to contain their anger. Now, with Tommy Vercetti stepping forward to publicly humiliate the boy, the spectators were naturally delighted to watch the spectacle unfold. Kicking away the towel was just a way to ensure Iosef continued to make a complete fool of himself.
Click! Click!
Several guests who were enjoying the excitement and weren't afraid of trouble now pulled out their phones and aimed them at Iosef's exposed lower half, snapping a barrage of photos. This audacious behavior made Iosef even more furious. However, he didn't have time to dwell on the loss of his dignity; he covered his vital parts with both hands and continued to run blindly towards the door. Being publicly humiliated was certainly better than losing his life. Once he escaped this ordeal, he would definitely tell his father what happened here and have his father brutally avenge him.
What Iosef didn't know was that while he was delayed and disgraced, back in the VIP room, John Wick had already dealt with all the remaining enemies. With a face full of cold, merciless intent, the assassin had arrived directly behind him.
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave," Tommy Vercetti said leisurely, still standing casually in place. "Aren't you going to say goodbye to your friend first?"
Hearing these words, Iosef realized the trap. He spun his head to look back, and sure enough, he saw John Wick's ice-cold face, devoid of any human emotion.
"John, listen to me, that was just a dog," Iosef stammered in his own defense, cold sweat plastering his wet body. "As long as you spare my life, I can buy you another one—no, ten more dogs to compensate you!"
"Just a dog?" Tommy Vercetti shook his head, listening to the idiotic defense. He wondered if Iosef had any functioning brain cells at all to utter such words. But, on second thought, it made perfect, awful sense. Even daring to embezzle a professional hitman's payment, what kind of foolish, self-destructive thing couldn't such a stupid person do? It was just a pity for Vigo. The mighty leader of the Russian Gang, so powerful on the outside, was going to lose his life because of such a completely idiotic son.
This incident also served as a sharp reminder to Tommy Vercetti: next time he had relations with a woman, he must take thorough safety precautions.
"Give me some face, John," Tommy Vercetti said, his voice dropping slightly. "Don't do it here. Take him to the back first." Tommy Vercetti pointed to the large, laughing crowd of onlookers, and John Wick immediately understood. With so many witnesses watching, it was indeed inconvenient for him to execute the target. Besides, things had reached this point; Iosef couldn't run even if he wanted to. Even if his hatred was deep, there was no need to rush the kill.
Therefore, John Wick decisively adopted Tommy Vercetti's suggestion. He delivered a swift, professional chop to Iosef's neck, knocking the boy out instantly. Carrying the unconscious Iosef, he returned to the VIP room. With no more public humiliation to watch, the onlookers automatically dispersed and returned to the dance floor to continue enjoying themselves.
Tommy Vercetti didn't rush to follow. Although he wasn't present at the scene before, he could roughly guess the bloody chaos that had just unfolded in the VIP room. Therefore, he first found a convenient excuse to check the immediate accounts and safely sent Jin aside. Then he took out his phone and dialed the same number from earlier in the day, ordering a second "takeaway" cleanup service for today.
After doing all this, he then strode through the lively dance floor and entered the private room.
"John, you can't kill me! My father is Vigo Tarasov! If you dare to touch me, he will definitely avenge me!" Iosef had regained consciousness and was still stubborn, desperately clinging to his father's terrifying reputation.
But what he didn't know was that his threats couldn't scare anyone. Because his father, Vigo, had already gone to hell before him.
Bang!
John Wick cleanly and decisively fired a shot, ending Iosef's miserable life. From then on, all the top leadership of the Russian Gang was dead. The remaining small fry wouldn't amount to much. It could be said that the entire Russian Gang, from this day onwards, was completely declared extinct.
With his great revenge exacted, John Wick felt a cold, deep void in his heart. Although he had killed Iosef, his beloved dog could never return, just as his wife could never return to his side.
"How does it feel to have your great revenge exacted, John?"
At the entrance of the VIP room, Tommy Vercetti's voice was heard. John Wick looked up and saw Tommy's figure walking towards him step by step.
"Thank you." John Wick spoke with difficulty, his voice extremely hoarse, like a traveler trapped in the desert. After he finished speaking, he wanted to leave the private room, but Tommy Vercetti didn't let him have his way; instead, he stood directly in front of John, just as he had stopped Iosef earlier.
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave, John, things aren't over here yet."
John Wick was a bit confused, but when he saw the bodies on the ground and the team of professional body removers who had just entered, he understood everything at once. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a large pile of gold coins—Continental currency—and handed them to Tommy Vercetti.
Feeling the heavy weight in his palm, Tommy Vercetti shook his head, finding John Wick's assumption amusing. He certainly didn't mean that he wanted to be paid. Seeing that John still didn't understand, Tommy Vercetti didn't beat around the bush and directly explained everything that had happened during the day—how he had killed Vigo and forced the sale of the club.
"You owe me a favor."
Although Tommy Vercetti had killed Vigo entirely for his own revenge and business, the act was equivalent to helping John Wick a great deal, immediately nullifying the massive bounty that Vigo had placed on him at the Continental Hotel. At the same time, without Vigo to pay the bounty, the hitmen who had been hired would naturally not continue their work. This also amounted to a huge favor for John Wick. Therefore, whether John agreed or not, he owed Tommy Vercetti a favor. And in the world of assassins, the most important rule was equivalent exchange. This meant that at some point when Tommy Vercetti needed it, John Wick would have to do something as repayment for this favor.
Realizing the obligation, John Wick frowned. "I'm retired." His words were brief, but the meaning of refusal was very clear.
However, Tommy Vercetti didn't intend to let him off the hook. "Yes, you're right, so I don't intend to make you go back to your old job." Tommy Vercetti didn't need John Wick to kill for him, because he himself was a superior hitman. What he needed was only for John Wick to help him one day in the future, to accompany a certain person from Italy and put on a convincing show.
This request was a bit strange, but John Wick did not refuse. For him, as long as it didn't involve killing and didn't completely drag him back into the underworld, anything was preferable. Of course, he had never been an actor. Acting, this new job, still put a strange kind of pressure on him.
"Relax," Tommy Vercetti assured him. "Your role is very simple, almost like playing yourself." Tommy Vercetti said, sitting down on the nearby sofa, opening an unopened bottle of red wine on the table, and motioning for John Wick to sit down so they could talk the details through slowly.