When Dragon Balls Descend Upon Marvel

The next day.

New York – Assassin Alliance, Textile Factory.

Inside the conference room.

Fox opened the meeting with a report:

"All injured personnel have been arranged for wax bath recovery. However, due to the higher casualties from the other two squads, the recovery pods are currently at capacity. We've set up temporary bathtubs as a workaround."

Smith Doyle nodded, then looked toward Cross and the Gunsmith.

Cross began to speak:

"We successfully raided the Gramont family in Paris. The resistance on site was much weaker than expected. Their Kira (Killer) squad was notably absent."

"Due to time constraints, we only managed to clear the personnel present in the building. We eliminated most of the Gramont family, but some who weren't in Paris escaped our reach."

Smith Doyle responded:

"Even though our goal is to eliminate the entire bloodline, a single operation can't be exhaustive. It's unlikely all members would gather in one place. Let the Paris base eliminate any targets they identify from the Gramont family."

Cross nodded: "That instruction was already given before we left."

Smith Doyle turned to the Gunsmith, who began his report:

"Komora resisted to some extent, but thanks to John Wick's two previous massacres, their defenses were weakened. They were in the middle of discussing the succession of their leader when we attacked, allowing us to wipe out the main bloodline."

Satisfied, Smith nodded and said:

"It seems this round of operations went very smoothly. I also had John Wick locate the Elder hidden in the Casablanca desert and cleared out their headquarters."

"The High Table has twelve Elders. We've just eliminated a quarter of their strength. That's a major success."

"If we can take down three or four more Elders and their families, the entire organization will collapse."

"So after a short rest, we move forward with full force and sweep this cancer into the trash."

The room erupted into applause. Once it quieted down, Smith asked:

"I saw the main gate and the castle under repairs. What happened here?"

Mr. X stepped forward to explain:

"GOD, after you all left, the Herald of the High Table came here."

"He attempted to negotiate about John Wick. I refused, so he left. But last night, a team of the High Table's envoys attacked our base. We eliminated them, but there were still some casualties."

Smith Doyle frowned slightly, then asked:

"Do we have photos of the attackers?"

Mr. X produced several photos taken after the attackers were neutralized.

As Smith looked over the faces—resembling Donnie Yen and members of the Kira squad—he commented:

"Cross, Gramont sent his elites here. These are his men."

He passed the photos to Cross, who glanced at them and replied:

"That explains why we didn't see the Kira squad. I was worried Gramont's bloodline would rise again with them around."

Smith addressed the room:

"In three days, when the injured are healed, we move again."

"Meeting adjourned!"

"Hai!"

"Hai!"

As the meeting ended, Smith Doyle exited the conference room. Outside, John Wick stood waiting.

"Come to my office," Smith said.

John followed him into the office. Smith took out a bottle of Chivas 1983 and poured a glass for each of them.

Smith raised his glass:

"To the success of our operation."

John clinked his glass and drank in one shot, then stared at Smith.

Smith sat down and asked:

"John Wick, how many of the seven Dragon Balls have you gathered?"

John opened his case.

"Four. Just three more, and we'll have them all."

Smith nodded and meditated briefly, sensing the positions of the remaining ones.

"I'll tell you where the last three Dragon Balls are. You must retrieve them quickly to fulfill your wish."

"I'll assign Pool to accompany you. He'll help ensure your safety."

"This world is about to descend into chaos."

John responded:

"We've already declared war on the High Table. Is now really the right time to go searching for the Dragon Balls?"

Smith chuckled.

"That's exactly why you need to find them now. Before more factions get involved."

Then his tone turned serious:

"John Wick, your friend Winston... he was executed by the High Table last night. His head was displayed in the lobby of the New York Continental."

John's heart skipped a beat. He stood silent for a moment before asking:

"Why?"

"He helped you," Smith replied. "That broke the High Table's rules. They stripped him of his position as hotel manager. He resisted and... he couldn't survive their assault."

John fell silent.

Smith continued:

"John Wick. Do you still stand by your wish?"

John looked up after two seconds of silence:

"The High Table deserves to die."

"Helen is my everything. My wish hasn't changed."

Smith, satisfied, nodded:

"The remaining three Dragon Balls are in: Osaka Continental Hotel, Japan; Hong Kong; and Russia."

"The one in Russia is held by Anton Vanko, and the one in Hong Kong by Xu Xialing. I'll have their dossiers sent to you."

"Bring back those three Dragon Balls, and fulfill your wish."

(End of Chapter)

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