On the other side —
John Wick had just been attacked in his own home. Still asleep, he was rudely awakened by several men and beaten with baseball bats. This legendary assassin once called the Boogeyman in the underworld, though now retired was left stunned. Right in front of him, they killed the last gift his late wife had given him: a beagle named Lucy. Then they stole his beloved car.
After the attackers left, John Wick buried the dog in his garden. As he recalled his time with his late wife Helen and her final gift, he made a decision—to seek vengeance.
After identifying the culprits, John returned home to retrieve the weapons and gold coins from the Continental Hotel stashed beneath his house.
Bang. Bang. Bang!
John swung a sledgehammer at the concrete floor. With every blow, he relived the events of the day. Each strike was harder than the last.
Soon, the floor gave way, revealing a buried chest.
John tossed the hammer aside, knelt down, and brushed away the debris around the box.
Opening it, he found it divided into two compartments. The left side held four pistols, four magazines, and four grenades—two of the guns had suppressors, and the grenades were split into two explosive and two smoke types.
The right side contained a case full of gold coins from the Continental Hotel. In the center of the coins was a Dragon Ball the One-Star Ball.
John furrowed his brow at the amber crystal ball. If he remembered right, he'd placed a smooth stone here when he retired a round rock his wife had found by the sea and given to him.
"Did Helen secretly put this here?" he muttered.
That didn't make sense. Still puzzled, John reached out for the crystal ball.
Assassin Alliance Headquarters
Smith Doyle was in a meeting when suddenly a message echoed in his mind.
Someone's already come into contact with a Dragon Ball? Let me see who the lucky one is who found my One-Star Ball.
As the creator of the Dragon Balls, Smith could locate all seven at any time and could also view scenes witnessed by anyone who touched them.
Soon, he saw the surrounding environment of the One-Star Ball—and the man holding it: John Wick.
Seeing the image in his mind and recognizing the face, Smith thought to himself:
So it's him... the Boogeyman of the Continental—John Wick. Looks like the Russian mob in New York is finished.
A poor bastard. I might as well give him some hope.
The next moment, the ball in John's hand flickered, and information poured into his mind.
"Dragon Balls?"
"Gather all seven, and you can summon the dragon to make a wish."
Staring at the star inside the ball, John murmured:
"So this is the One-Star Ball?"
"If this is all real... Helen, could I bring you back?"
John carefully tucked the ball into his pocket. But before he went searching for the others, he had a score to settle.
Still, he harbored some doubt. After all, he'd never heard legends of such a thing before.
Elsewhere—
The Cross spoke:
"GOD, we're preparing a mission for you—your debut task as the new head of the Assassin Alliance."
Mr. X added,
"Of course, it's not some small solo mission. Your objective is to wipe out an entire evil organization."
The Gunsmith looked at them both and said,
"Guys, isn't taking down an entire organization a bit much?"
The Butcher offered a compromise:
"How about you take out the leader, and let the rest of the Alliance handle the others?"
Smith finally spoke:
"Fine by me. Choose an organization as the target."
"So, uncles, have you picked which evil group I'm up against?"
Mr. X replied,
"We still need to compile intel. We'll give you a list of options soon."
Hearing that it was still a multiple-choice matter, Smith figured it was just another group causing trouble. He stood and said:
"Alright then, I'll go take care of some other business."
"Let me know when you've picked the target."
With that, Smith Doyle headed for the door. Outside the meeting room, he saw Firefox Fox sitting on the couch.
"Fox, we're heading out."
Fox stood and followed him. Soon, a black Dodge Viper sped away from the textile factory.
As she drove, Fox asked,
"Where to, Smith?"
Watching the sun rise outside the window, Smith said,
"To the Continental Hotel. You still have some of their gold coins, right?"
Fox asked curiously,
"I've still got a few. Collected some while taking out past targets and organizations."
"You're not planning to go wipe them out, are you?"
"We can't take them head-on, just the two of us."
Smith smiled.
"No. I'm taking you to watch a good show."
"I wouldn't be dumb enough to charge the New York Continental with just you."
Hearing there was a show to watch, Fox's interest piqued. She stepped harder on the gas.
Meanwhile—
The phone at John Wick's house rang.
Ring ring... ring ring...
He picked it up. A familiar voice came through.
"Hello, John."
It was Viggo, the head of the Russian mob whose son had attacked John.
When John didn't respond, Viggo continued:
"I heard about your wife. I'm sorry for your loss."
"My condolences."
"Maybe it's fate. Or coincidence."
"Or maybe it's just bad luck that we've crossed paths again."
Still no response. Viggo called out again.
"John?"
"Let's not be ruled by our darker impulses. Let's settle this like civilized men."
But John had heard enough. He hung up.
He already knew the one who killed his dog and stole his car was his former boss's son.
Seeing the call end, Viggo realized things couldn't be resolved peacefully.
He turned to his men and said
"Get the crew ready."