We're Killing Strangers John Wick Novels & Stories

But I refuse to back down. “Ready?” I whisper, my voice low. “Always,” he answers, his hand finding mine. The fight erupts, harsh and vicious. I move on impulse, every attack, every shot, a war for survival. The room is a maelstrom of confusion, shadows and light colliding. I can’t think, can’t breathe. There’s only the struggle. Only survival. A quick strike pushes me to the ground, the breath exiting my lungs. I gasp, agony blazing. The stranger hovers over me, their weapon raised. “This is where it ends,” they remark, their voice frigid.

“Well, duh. Wasn't he the one who said he’s the leader and we’re the henchmen?’ one of the men obliviously grumbled to me with a huff. “I know. But look at him fumbling now,” I replied casually. “Pffft. I should’ve been the leader of our group.” I snorted derisively before letting out my claws and slitting the man’s throat in a single second. “Ugh!” I quickly claimed the man’s gun and held him by the neck with my other hand. “What the fuck?” “What was that?!” “Fuck! It’s Wick! It’s Wick!” “What?!” “Boss! Boss!”

Still, being the master storyteller he was, he left the rest of his gang awed and mesmerized. "Jesus Christ, sounds like godd*mn John Wick! Man, I don't think I'll ever get to see a real-life John Wick gunfight in my lifetime," a messy-haired security guard exclaimed and slapped his thigh. Excitedly, he asked, "What about the other shooting? Is it even more insane than this one?" The other security guards trained their eyes on the bespectacled man, their curiosity palpable. "Fellas, trust me. The other one is even more bonkers. Not because of how many people were involved or how chaotic it was. But because of the identity of the person getting shot. Can anyone guess who that might be?"

"I went to Nicki's, Veronica's husband, to talk to him about it last night, and he decided we should even the score." "Hmm…" "We were in the process of well trying to do that, and Veronica and Jon came in, and Aunt Lane, shit was crazy. Naked people wrestling and screaming and scratching and choking and Veronica at some point got a gun and shot Nicki dead, and accidentally the bullet went through Jon as well, and he bled to death and then…Veronica shot herself." "You're serious?" Aunt Lane gasped in a hushed voice on the other end of the phone as if someone had told her Martha Stewart made the brownies she was eating.

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

"If you do we'll all have bullets in our fucking skull." Terror took over my senses as tears welled up in my eyes. "John , I didn't mean...", My hand flew up to my mouth. "I don't even know who you are..." When I looked back up at him, I saw a stranger looking back. He had so much anger in his eyes and for a split second, I thought he might kill me himself. I had seen enough movies to know that people died when they came across information that they weren't supposed to see. And I had seen a whole lot...

With a disdainful smile, he said, “With this strength of yours, don’t come out and humiliate yourself.” With that said, Ethan exerted force under his feet. With several cracks, the assassin was dead. At the same time, the battle on another floor was also coming to an end! Rick was engaged in the battle. As he was also an assassin, he was more proficient! The 12 Killers were wiped out! When Ernest received the news, he was furious! “What? Everyone was wiped out?” Ernest could not believe it. That was his pride. They were wiped out? “This is simply outrageous!”

"Are you... Are you gonna kill him?" He stared at her. Of course, he would kill that man. He must kill him. It's either him or his people. Mafia spies are one of the most dangerous people in the underground world. Once they find your location, your weakness, and important information, then it's over. Anytime soon, someone will try to destroy you and someone will come and kill you. But for some reason, he doesn't have the heart to tell her. She seems very concerned about that stranger of a man. She would definitely get hurt if he kills him.

“Survive tonight, and you’ll understand everything. But if you die, the Vault wins.” Gunfire erupted before Chike could react. Bullets pinged against the containers as shadows armed with rifles poured into the harbor. The stranger vanished into the chaos like smoke, leaving Chike to fend for himself. The system’s voice rang in his ears again, sharp and merciless. “Fight. Kill. Or perish.” Chike gritted his teeth, ducked behind cover, and pulled the pistol from his coat. He had no idea who the attackers were or how much truth the stranger had spoken, but one thing was clear: the war he had been trying to avoid had just arrived at his doorstep.

“Combatants who wanted to end me simply because I was American. I wish I hadn’t been put in that position, and I didn’t relish a single one of their deaths. I’ll even admit I haven’t been without sin or blame since I went to work for EM. The job can force you to make snap judgments about whether or not the enemy feet away from you will really pull the trigger so you should pull yours first. I never do it without due consideration. But Whitaker? His sole job responsibility is to kill.” That can’t be right. “What do you mean?” Sawyer nods. “He’s a well-trained military assassin who wants everyone to call him Mile-shot because that’s his way of bragging about his longest kill shot.” The news hi