Novel & Cerita What Car Does John Wick Drive In Chapter 1

“He told me to take the car by the fifth building.” A Porsche. Talk about being discreet. I didn’t have to ask; that had to be Matteo. But, as much as I tried to seal it in, hiding my distaste proved difficult. “What happened to simple cars? A Honda Odyssey would have scaled through just fine.”

"Come save him. Be the 'Saint' for once. Or watch the man who ruined your family die in the dark. Just like Mom." The feed cut to black. Rafferty stood in the silence of the office. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, but the clouds were still a bruised purple. He looked at his hands. They were steady. No tremors. No hesitation. "Marcus!" The door opened instantly. "Sir?" "Get the car. Not the Bentley. The old sedan we keep in the sub-basement. The one with the untraceable plates." "The police are in the lobby, sir. Vance is looking for any reason to put you in a cage."

"This car is tailored to your every feature. And most importantly, it has a unique function, every traffic light will turn green only for you. So you can get to those in need faster. Heal them more efficiently." I exhaled and nodded. "Okay. I got it." I slid into the driver's seat, the leather hugging me like it was made for my body, and started the engine. The growl was deep and commanding, and I felt a thrill of power as I drove out. I drove directly to Yorick's villa. My mate Yorick would be much surprised when he saw me with such a nice car. He never knew what I was capable of, as I had already signed the Non-disclosure Agreement with the leader of the Elders.

I smirked as I grabbed the keys to my car. "Damn, should I go check on her?" He asked. "Nah she's good." I said as I started making my way towards the front door. "I'll be back soon, and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid." I said before walking outside into my all black Bugtti Veyron with silver rims. I pulled the gun out of my waistband and set it on the seat beside me. As I pulled out of the driveway I found myself getting into a battle with myself about what I was going to do.

He nods and I follow Sizwe to the garage. “My brother is strict with his cars. Maybe one day when I ask for your hand in marriage he won't even refuse.” Sizwe speaks but my heart is pounding fast to try and grasp anything he's saying. We stop in front of a charcoal coloured car. It's a Honda Civic Type R? “It's gorgeous.” I say in shock. It would take me years to own something like this. “I know. Can you drive?” He ask. I look at him and nod before unlocking the car and getting in.

But more than sick, I was angry, and the urge to go back out there and find her was bubbling inside me. “Get your wolf in check,” Jonathan whispered. “Now stop thinking about someone of no importance. And instead, take a look at my ride.” He suggested turning me to face a parking spot. I was about to protest with him, but all words left me as I looked at the car in front of me. I don’t know what kind of car I expected him to have, but a 1965 Aston Martin DB5 in midnight blue convertible was NOT one of them. I have a deep-rooted love of cars because my papa and I were gearheads. And we both liked the James Bond films, so standing in front of the same model car from the movies made me speechle

She quickly buckled her seatbelt in silence. Sean was clearly driving with emotion, and the car was moving fast. Charlotte sat in the passenger seat, tense and nervous the whole time. * In the car behind them, one of the bodyguards jolted upright. “Crap! Where’d Mr. Jasper’s car go? I blinked and it disappeared!” The other bodyguard in the passenger seat broke into a cold sweat. “Seriously? You lost them?” The driver slammed his fist against the steering wheel. “Mr. Jasper drove way too fast. That’s a Bugatti La Voiture Noire. This junk we’re driving doesn’t stand a chance. What now?”

But Tyler and Igor hold on to my wheelchair, keeping me there, right in the middle of it. It's hard to recognize the car, as the headlights are blinding me. About 60 feet away from me, the car comes to a stop and cuts the engine, and the headlights turn off. Oh my god, this is a Nissan Skyline like Paul Walker had in Fast and the Furious part one. I rub my eyes a couple of times, hardly being able to believe what I'm seeing.

“There are like five movies in the series, and you have only seen the first one released in the 90s?” Zack holds up both hands in a defensive gesture, a wide, incredulous grin spreading across his face. “Okay, okay! I get it! I am a cinematic failure!” he says, his voice rising with amusement. “I was busy fighting people and being a delinquent, remember? I did not have time for movie marathons.” He takes a bite of the chocolate bar, leaning back against their headboard and pulling her even tighter against his side. The flickering light from the TV casts long shadows across the room as Bruce Willis appears on screen in the middle of a crowded city street during a heavy snowfall. His dark blue

His eyes were roaming over his six cars; wondering which of them he should pick. He finally decided to go with the black McLaren 720S, since it was his least expensive car and the one that called the least attention. The Keys were in the garage key-holder and he grabbed them before stepping to the car. “Master! At least go with the Chauffeur!“ Mr Lyam begged, hitting the rear window of the car. Alvin wind-down the glass a little and said to his problematic butler: “If you utter a single word of me leaving to my father, I'll make sure you never experience happiness in the rest of your life.“