Chapter 1248: Professional Paparazzi and Dog-Headed Online Troll
âSit,â John ordered simply, and the dog immediately sat down obediently. It tilted its head and watched its master walk to the bed and pick up a phone from the nightstand.
This wasnât a smartphone that was being used widely this year, but an old brand, Nokia.
John recognized it.
After he was locked up in the black room, Luke had given him a memo to memorize.
According to the memo, this Nokia brick was a once-off communication device.
When John woke up, he had to call Luke to confirm that he hadnât been thrown into the ocean halfway to feed the fish.
John deftly typed in a six-figure password, and the phone book showed up with an unknown number in it.
John called the number.
The phone rang for five seconds before the call was picked up.
Then⊠there was a long silence.
Luke was having lunch, and it was Alfred who picked up.
What John didnât know was that he was competing with an A.I. program to see who was more patient.
Finally, he chose to speak first. âWhatâs with that woman? YouâŠâ
As soon as he spoke, the preset program on Alfredâs side responded:?
Voice and fingerprints are a match. The caller has been confirmed to be the target. Message sent.
John had only said a few words, when he suddenly heard a dial tone. He couldnât help but be stumped.
At that moment, his phone beeped with a new message.
He opened the message and saw that it was an address for a store room in the garden of a bungalow at the foot of a mountain in Rocinha, Rio de Janeiro.
There was an extra sentence: âAfter you remember the address, please destroy this phone. Bye.â
John: ââŠâ
An hour later, John walked out of a private bank in Rio with a small box and a wad of cash.
Inside the box was a complete set of IDs for his face.
There was also a Swiss bank card in the box, which contained 20 million dollars.
That was the âmoneyâ which Luke had given him.
From now on, he was no longer John Wick, butâŠ
Looking down at his passport, he murmured, âKeanu Reeves?â
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Luke had no intention of contacting the Boogeyman again.
As long as he wasnât stupid enough to reveal that he was Boogeyman John, he would never hear from Luke again.
Still, Luke watched the video of the new Mr. Keanu Reeves getting out of bed with great interest.
Since he was already starting to establish himself in South America, it was easy for him to find someone to complete an ordinary mission for him.
Nobody really cared why someone would specifically send a hot Brazilian girl to an unconscious white man.
But in case the hot Brazilian girl decided to take advantage of Mr. Reeves while he was unconscious, Luke had her sent in unconscious as well.
It was boring, unscrupulous and very troublesome.
But Luke didnât care.
He had always kept in mind that he had said that he would find this super killer a hot Brazilian chick.
A man had to keep his word.
Luke was reassured when he saw the new Mr. Reeves roll off the bed, his vigilant expression turning into one of embarrassment.
Anyone who woke up and felt something warm and plump next to them would probably be shocked after being alone for a few months.
Mr. Reeves was already doing very well; it was even better that he had left behind an interesting video as a souvenir.
Hm, it definitely wasnât because this guy was too handsome. Luke was very sure of that.
Otherwise, Luke wouldnât have specially adjusted the age of his face to that of a 25-year-old man.
But it seemed that Mr. Reeves himself wasnât used to his handsome face, especially after he was hit on by a number of hot Brazilian girls on the way.
In the end, he had to put on a pair of sunglasses and a cap to look like a stereotypical hitman to get out of this mess.
Luke didnât know about this, nor would he care even if he did.
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The Thousand Faces System was done, but Luke didnât plan to go see Tony for the time being.
It hadnât been long since Batman last went to Stark Tower; he needed a good reason to drop by.
Also, when the undead had been causing trouble in New York, the tycoon had been far away in Los Angeles and unable to return in time. He was probably depressed.
Two days ago, an indiscreet paparazzo asked him, âMr. Stark, what do you think of Batman now that he has a real partner?â
Tonyâs face darkened. He didnât even spare the guy a glance and simply gestured for the bodyguards to take him away.
However, all the paparazzi in America knew that this was the tycoonâs style. They couldnât sue him, or they would be embroiled with Stark Industriesâ legal department for the rest of their lives.
They also knew that the tycoon wasnât stupid enough to physically make a move himself, but he could flay them alive with his poisonous tongue; as long as they twisted his sharp and unkind words around, the paparazzi could just barely sell it as news.
Thus, many of them were here to be scolded.
This paparazzo didnât succeed in getting a scolding, and was dragged aside by two bodyguards until Tony left.
He wasnât angry. Instead, when he flipped through the shots on his camera, he noticed Tonyâs expression when he was asked the question.
Thinking quickly, the paparazzoâs eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately took out his smartphone to type out a draft.
The headline was:?
Iron Manâs expression changes dramatically at the bad news. The reason is actually herâŠ
The article was released that night, and it generated a lot of discussion.
It had to be said that this paparazzo had a keen nose for headlines.
Tonyâs dark expression in a mere instant was forcibly linked to âBlack Cat.â
Of course, the paparazzo didnât dare say anything outright in the article, but when it went on the Internet, online users had no scruples in commenting on it.
There were a lot of remarks like âTony is jealous and tolerant,â and âBlack Cat is our goddess, please let Batman be with Iron Man,â and so on.
Gold Nugget discovered the news when it was scolding people online, and happily shared it with Selina.
Selina laughed and read it to Luke at dinner.
Looking at Tonyâs subtle expression in the photo, Luke could only hand it to the paparazzoâs wild imagination.
Selina, on the other hand, laughed. âDonât be so angry. Gold Nugget has already helped you scold them.â
Luke nodded, then felt that something was wrong. âScolded them? Scolded who?â
Selina took a bite of the lobster and said vaguely, âThe people online. Itâs not like Gold Nugget can call and scold them, right?â
Speechless, Luke looked at the ceiling before he said a moment later, âAre you sure it wasnât the paparazzi who hired Gold Nugget as an online troll? Five cents for every comment posted?â
Selina was confused. âHuh? What are you talking about?â