Billionaire in Kingsman with a Marvel System

William pointed to the equipment case by the bar and said, "I called you here to give you some gear. These tools will help you with your upcoming mission, so you don't kick the bucket before you even get married."

John Wick, following William's gesture, put down his glass and carried the small case to the table. He opened it to find a pair of transparent glasses, a phone, and a small earpiece.

"Turn on the phone and put on the earpiece. Sunday will walk you through how to use the equipment and explain its features," William said, sitting at the bar.

Obediently, John Wick turned on the phone, put on the earpiece, and within seconds, he heard a deep, mature male voice. At first, he thought it was a real person speaking, but after Sunday introduced itself, John Wick was astonished.

He turned to look at William in surprise, his admiration for the man growing even stronger. As a cold-blooded killer who had taken countless lives, John Wick respected those who were intelligent. And William, who excelled in every area, commanded his utmost respect.

Following Sunday's instructions, John put on the glasses, which looked like bulletproof eyewear. As he pressed a few buttons on the glasses, data began to appear on the lenses.

When John focused his gaze on the bottle of whiskey, the glasses instantly displayed a 3D model of the bottle, and Sunday's voice came through the earpiece: "Macallan 1956 whiskey, priced at $14,000+. Given William Devonshire's fondness for this whiskey and his consumption rate, it is expected that in one year, Macallan 1956 will become scarce, driving its value up by one to two times. This will likely cause an increase in the value of other Macallan whiskeys by 10-30%. Strongly recommend purchasing and holding for future sale."

John Wick was truly stunned by Sunday. This was no ordinary AI—this felt like interacting with a real, knowledgeable, and experienced professional. As someone whose life revolved around killing, John Wick was immediately drawn in by Sunday, and the two of them chatted enthusiastically for the next half hour, completely losing track of time.

"Alright, now take your gear and get moving," William said, checking his watch and reminding John Wick to focus.

"Apologies, Mr. Devonshire," John Wick said, glancing at his own watch. It was already past 11 PM. "I'll head to New York right away to meet Vigo and Abram Tarasov. They should be in Boston by tomorrow afternoon to meet with you. Goodbye, Mr. Devonshire."

"Mm," William replied, escorting John Wick to the door. "Keep it discreet. Don't alert their men before you've got a result. But if they refuse, send them to meet their maker."

"Understood, sir," John Wick nodded. "I guarantee they'll come to see you. No one can refuse the goodwill of the Devonshire family. Wait for my update, sir."

"Good. If things go smoothly, you won't have to worry about Yuri Orlov anymore. In fact, he might come begging you for help," William said cryptically. Before John Wick could ask any questions, William added, "I've arranged a direct flight to New York for you. The butler will take you to the airport. Goodbye, John."

"Goodbye, sir," John Wick said, still puzzled as he left the room.

As soon as he stepped out of the suite, the hotel butler waiting outside the door spoke softly, "Please follow me, sir. The car and plane are ready. Shall we depart now?"

"Thank you," John nodded. "Yes, let's go."

John Wick rode in the car to the airport and boarded a small private plane. It took less than half an hour to reach a private airfield in New York.

As he stepped off the plane, he spotted a tall, black man in a suit waiting for him.

"Good evening, Charon," John Wick said, surprised. "I didn't expect you to be the one picking me up."

"Good evening, Mr. Wick," replied Charon, the Continental Hotel's concierge, as he gestured toward a muscle car parked at the airport. "This is the car Mr. William Devonshire has prepared for you. I hope it's to your liking."

"Is this a 1969 BOSS Mustang?" John Wick asked excitedly as he walked over to the car and inspected it. "There aren't many of these left."

Charon smiled. "Mr. Wick, when it comes to Mr. Devonshire, there's no car in the world that he can't buy. The only question is whether he wants it or not."

"Heh," John Wick chuckled and nodded. "Thank you. I love it."

"I'm glad to hear that," Charon said, walking to the trunk of the Mustang. He opened it and pointed to a gift box inside. "There are two custom-made suits and shirts in your size. You'd better change into one now," he added with a knowing smile.

"What's special about them?" John Wick asked curiously.

"Of course, these suits are bulletproof. We conducted some secret tests before tailoring them for you," Charon explained. "Wearing these suits, even if you're hit by a high-powered rifle, the worst you'll get is a few broken ribs. With a handgun, you'll just be sore for a few days."

Seeing John Wick's eyes light up, Charon continued, "There are also two custom M1911s, each with a 12-round capacity and equipped with special short suppressors for quicker draws. The bag also contains a rope and grappling hook, strong enough to lower you and a full-grown man from the sixth floor. As for any other equipment, the hotel can provide whatever is available."

John Wick didn't care about the people around him. He immediately took off his current suit and shirt, putting on one of the bulletproof suits. He fastened the tactical belt around his waist, loaded it with eight magazines, and holstered the two guns under his arms. After walking around and practicing a few quick draws, satisfied that there were no obstructions, he shook his head at Charon.

"These two guns are enough. Give me a non-lethal taser that can incapacitate someone instantly. Mr. Devonshire wants to work with Vigo and Abram Tarasov, so if possible, I'd prefer not to use guns or knives until we know the outcome."

"Mr. Wick, you know these tasers aren't much safer than knives. Prolonged contact of just 0.1 seconds increases the chance of fatality to 20%," Charon cautioned.

John Wick shrugged. "At least I didn't use a gun or a knife. As for any unlucky henchmen, that's just tough luck for them."

"Okay, I'll have the taser delivered to Vigo Tarasov's nightclub in fifteen minutes. Do you need help finding Vigo?"

"No, thanks. I knew where he was before I arrived."

After checking his weapons and ammo, John Wick handed the gift box containing the other bulletproof suit to Charon and closed the trunk. "Store this suit at the Continental for me. I'll pick it up when I need it."

"Very well, Mr. Wick," Charon said, taking the box.

"Goodbye, Charon."

"Good luck, Mr. Wick."

John Wick nodded, got into the car, and started the engine. The Mustang's engine roared to life with a powerful growl.

"Screech, screech, screech," the tires squealed as John Wick shifted into gear and released the clutch. The Mustang roared out of the airport, heading straight for Vigo Tarasov's nightclub.

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