North American detective: From scoundrel to god among men

Chapter 47 Saving Little Beagle!

After Joseph and his group had their fun with John Wick, a beagle blocked their way. John had been depressed since his wife's death until he received her keepsake—a small beagle.

The beagle's two big ears swayed back and forth, its big eyes staring intently at the group, barking incessantly, its body trembling uncontrollably, yet it still blocked the road.

"It's so noisy!"

Beagle used its biting skill, leaping forward and biting Joseph's calf.

Joseph, in pain, pushed off hard, sending Bigger flying backward! Just as it was about to crash into the wall, a hand caught it steadily.

Titus picked up Little Beagle and held him in his arms. Little Beagle seemed to realize that this big guy had saved it, so it did not show any hostility. Instead, it nestled in Titus's arms like it had found a backer and barked wildly at Joseph!

"Who do you think you are? How dare you block my way?" Joseph exclaimed in shock and anger.

Titus gently stroked the little beagle in his arms, trying to calm it down, and said softly:

"Leave now, you still have a chance. Get out of my sight immediately."

Joseph's eyelids twitched, and he took half a step forward to ask:

"Who do you think you are?"

After saying this, Joseph shook his head and signaled his men to seize the man.

They didn't use guns, but instead chuckled and brandished blood-stained steel bars. These psychopaths preferred to toy with the bars rather than finish them off with a single shot! As the figures drew closer, Little Big, smelling the blood, instantly bristled.

In response, Titus sighed slightly and said:

"You should listen to me. I told you to leave, so you'd better not say anything more and leave right now."

Several steel rods, whipped by a fierce gust of wind, slammed down on Titus. His underlings revealed sinister smiles, as if foreshadowing what was about to happen!

To their surprise, the steel rod struck Titus solidly, producing a loud metallic clang! The immense recoil nearly shattered all the bones in their hands, instantly rendering them incapable of fighting, and they let out mournful howls like stray dogs on the street! Titus, however, remained unmoved, quietly petting Little Big.

"Why are you so disobedient?"

Titus emerged from the shadows, the clatter of his leather shoes on the floor sounding like a harbinger of death!

As Joseph walked until the moonlight fell, he saw a cold and stern face. The pure black pupils were devoid of any light, like a singularity that devoured everything. The huge and sturdy body made Joseph feel like a dwarf.

It wasn't until Titus stood face to face with him that Joseph realized what kind of beast he had just ordered to attack! He stepped back in fear!

This isn't a person! This is clearly a beast in a suit!

"Shoot! Shoot him!"

As Joseph shouted, he pulled out his sidearm, a custom-made SAI pistol, firing 9x19mm Parabellum. The name "Parabelum" comes from Latin and means "to wage war before seeking peace!"

He pulled the trigger and fired several bullets in quick succession!

The smell of gunpowder quickly filled the air, and the surrounding men drew their guns and fired. Joseph heard a heavy clanging sound, very similar to the sound of a steel rod hitting Titus, but much faster and more explosive!

He seemed to see a layer of airflow around Titus, and the bullets bounced off the airflow! Titus walked towards him step by step like a mountain, and no one could stop him!

Impossible! How could this guy withstand so many bullets! These aren't small-caliber bullets; their power can penetrate steel plates!

Joseph looked at Titus, who hadn't stopped moving an inch, and was certain that he was at his last gasp. He was just putting on a brave face; was his skin thicker than steel?

Joseph roared as he reloaded:

"You bluffing bastard! I didn't know you were pretending..."

"Snapped!"

Before Joseph could finish speaking, Titus slapped him cleanly and decisively, sending him flying to the ground.

Joseph was in so much pain he almost couldn't hold it in. When he looked up, he saw Titus still walking towards him step by step. For a moment, he forgot to stand up and frantically backed away on all fours.

Are you kidding me!

"I'm warning you! You can't kill me, my father, Vigo Tarasov! You've got connections in New York, you can't possibly not know him, right?"

Titus smiled faintly and replied:

"Of course I know him."

Upon hearing this, Joseph seemed to grasp at a lifeline! His face regained some of its color, and his forehead was covered in sweat from the pain. He said:

"Since you know my father, Vigo, you'd better let me go right now, or my father will make you suffer a terrible death! I guarantee it, if you dare..."

Before Joseph could finish speaking, Titus slapped him hard across the face again!

Joseph's teeth were knocked out, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood. He felt dizzy, like he was running and lacking oxygen!

Titus looked at him with disdain as he lay sprawled on the ground, then turned away and refused to look at him again.

"Last chance, get out!"

"If you dare utter another word, I'll throw you into the Hudson River right now!"

However, Titus's threatening words were like heavenly music to Joseph's ears. His dim eyes instantly filled with hope and surprise! Just now, he was about to kneel down and kowtow to Titus. If hard tactics didn't work, he would try soft ones. What was dignity to him compared to his life?

"without……"

Joseph swallowed the rest of his words, slapped himself hard across the face without hesitation, and left the villa with his men.

Titus watched them leave, thinking to himself, "Let the bullets fly a little longer."

……

The next morning, as the sunlight gently caressed his face like that of his deceased wife, John Wick awoke with a start, the first half of the night playing out in his mind like a movie:

He heard a strange noise, and just as he got out of bed, he was suddenly hit on the back of the head, and his consciousness was instantly cut off!

When he woke up again, he was lying face down on the living room floor. A group of strange men were smashing his house, destroying the TV screen, the tables and chairs, and even his wife's photos...

He tried to get up to stop them, but they hurled vulgar insults at him and kicked him in the chin. In a daze, he saw the beagle his wife had left him standing in front of him...

As the memory ended, John, with a throbbing headache, got up from the cold floor. He remembered who those guys were; they'd met during the day—they wanted to buy his Ford Mustang, but he'd coldly refused.

A bunch of bastards…

Wait! Where's my dog?!

"Debbie!"

John tried to call the beagle, whose name his wife had given it.

"Debbie!"

John saw several other bloodstains in the living room besides his own. He stood up unsteadily, his vision slowly focusing, and then he was shocked to realize that there were deformed bullets scattered all over the floor and many bullets embedded in the walls.

What happened here?

John envisioned a truly terrible outcome!

Suddenly, Debbie's voice rang out from behind him.

He suddenly turned around…