HPDBC Chapter 48 Desert Eagle
Chapter 48 Desert Eagle
John Wick turned around and saw Daisy. Daisy saw John and immediately started whimpering, her little paws frantically pawing at Titus's arm.
Only then did John notice the mountain-like man in front of him, who was well-dressed and wore a pair of sly, flat-screen glasses. He stared coldly at Titus, and a word naturally came to mind: a beast in human clothing!
John's cold eyes were hidden beneath his disheveled hair as he said in a chilling voice:
"I'm warning you, give it to me!"
"Of course, it has always been yours."
Titus bent down and put Daisy down. Little Big jumped happily into John's arms, its little tongue gently licking his wound, making John feel ticklish. The emotion of losing and finding her swirled around him like a whirlpool. John held Little Big for a while, then got up and looked at Titus.
This was a questioning look.
Without hesitation, Titus leisurely and emotionlessly recited the lines he had prepared beforehand:
"I'm hunting down Vigo Tarasov, your former superior, do you remember him?"
John nodded to signal him to continue, his gaze wandering over the surroundings—the sharp bullet casings, shards of glass, and rolling pencils—as he listened, he mentally calculated the fastest way to kill the man before him.
This is the professionalism of a top-tier assassin who gets knocked unconscious with a blunt object.
Titus guessed what he was thinking, but simply smiled and continued:
"Yesterday I beat up a bunch of thugs from the Youwo Gang, and from them I unexpectedly learned about Vigo's son, Joseph. I followed that lead all the way to your villa."
"When I came in, your house had been ransacked inside and out. I saw a beagle, yes, the one you were holding. I rescued her and successfully fought off Joseph and his men."
Joseph…
John silently memorized the bastard's name, but his suspicions remained. He even subconsciously reached for the pistol on his belt, but unexpectedly, he found nothing.
He subconsciously recalled his habits from when he was an assassin, but he had been retired for quite some time since his wife passed away.
John could only silently circle his hand around his waistband, then awkwardly tried to put his hand into his pocket. After a few tries, he couldn't get it in. He circled it a few more times, then remembered that his pajama bottoms didn't have pockets…
Titus suppressed a laugh as he recalled a famous scene from a football match in his past life, where a player carelessly conceded a goal, causing his market value to plummet back to the 19th century, while the coach frantically gestured to the sniper to fire nine shots per minute.
John remained indifferent:
Why should I believe you?
Titus couldn't help but chuckle:
"John Wick, if I really wanted to mess with you, do you think you'd even wake up? I kept watch over your house all night."
John put Daisy down, his tone softening slightly, and said:
"You want to use me to get rid of Vigo Tarasov?"
Titus nodded.
What makes you think I'd help you?
Titus said:
"Because even if I don't go looking for him, you will go after him yourself. His son smashed up your house and stole your cherished Ford Mustang. You may not know this, but I watched them drive away without being able to stop them."
"The hatred between you is irreconcilable. You cannot forgive Joseph, and Vigo does not want to lose his son either. One of you must die."
Titus paused, then slowly stepped forward, looked directly into John's eyes, and said, word by word:
"Most importantly, I saved your dog, and you owe me that."
John looked at him noncommittally, and in the silence, the phone suddenly rang. But this did not affect the tacit eye contact between the two. John wanted to find a hint of deception in Titus's eyes, while Titus simply found John amusing.
After a moment, John estimated the time and, at the last second, reluctantly picked up the phone.
His eyes were lowered, and after listening for a short while, he decisively hung up the phone, then nodded to Titus to signal him to follow.
Titus guessed that John must have been talking to Vigo earlier. Vigo's gangster empire was built by John with corpses, and John was once his top assassin. John must have come to sue for peace.
But judging from John's silence, it was clear that the attempt to make peace had failed, which meant that a terrifying storm was about to sweep in!
The two went down to the basement next to a concrete slab where John's weapons from his days as an assassin were buried. He picked up a hammer and smashed the concrete floor for the first time. Soon, a box of exclusive weapons and assassin coins appeared before them.
John skillfully took out his Heckler & Koch P30L pistol, his usual weapon. It had a 15-round capacity, fired 9mm bullets, was highly accurate, and had a fast magazine changer.
Next is a Ka-Bar serrated knife, about 20cm long, made of special carbon steel, with good penetration and durability.
He then picked out a micro-tech straight switchblade, with a closed length of only 82mm, which was perfect for hiding inside a leather boot. In the midst of a fight, it could be pulled out unexpectedly to deliver a fatal blow.
He gradually armed himself into a killing machine, and finally John Wick reached his full potential. He turned to look at Titus beside him, signaling him not to just watch but to come and have a go.
Titus glanced at it and felt there was no need to use a gun. He was about to refuse when he suddenly noticed a silver pistol in a cabinet next to John's basement.
That's a handgun that most people recognize but don't use easily—the Desert Eagle. It's designed as a hunting handgun and is basically only used in hunting grounds.
The Desert Eagle is a semi-automatic pistol that fires .50 Magnum rounds and has a seven-round capacity. One shot can easily take down an adult brown bear!
Titus asked:
"Can I use this thing?"
John looked at it for a moment, then said calmly:
"Showy but impractical."
Just as Titus was about to argue with him, the sound of breaking glass suddenly rang out, followed by the sounds of windows breaking, doors being smashed, and ropes rappelling down from multiple directions!
That old bastard Vigo must be terrified of the two of them, so he sent men to surround and kill them as soon as he hung up the phone.
Titus and John exchanged a glance, their fighting spirit evident in their eyes, and then rushed up the stairs to the first floor one after the other.
Titus gripped the Desert Eagle, wondering how much damage a single shot from it could inflict. John led the charge, still aiming for the chest and head – the old Mozambique style, swift and efficient. Titus followed closely behind.
Suddenly, the sound of several footsteps, about six in total, rushed up the stairs behind them. John quickly sought cover, flicked his wrist, and changed the magazine with one hand. As he lowered his body, set up his gun, and peeked out again at the battlefield, an astonishing scene unfolded:
Titus pressed down on the Desert Eagle with one hand and fired several shots in quick succession. The .50 Magnum shotgun shells roared away with an ear-piercing sound!
John heard seven explosions, which meant that Titus had fired seven shots in a row, emptying his magazine and creating a single-handed suppressive fire!
Before the assassin who had just rushed up could even see what was happening, his head exploded like a watermelon, juice gushing out!
John fell into a deep silence for a moment…