Night fell.
The lights in John Wick's house in New Jersey finally came on again.
Luke was holding a big box and putting in a bunch of photos.
His attention was on his lenses.
The simple electronic map showed John's house and the situation within a 200-meter range.
A lot of red dots were entering this range. Including the red dots that had stopped earlier, there were more than fifteen people.
"If I had come any later, it wouldn't be just this house; I might not even be able to pack up the photos of John's wife," he mumbled inwardly, but he moved even more quickly.
A few minutes later, he was done packing up the photos, along with a laptop and a few USBs. He threw them into the box, before he entered the bedroom to place the box in Space 1.
He left the room and went to the living room. Picking up a cup of water, he stood in front of the glass door.
Bang! Whoosh!
A gunshot 100 meters away shattered the door.
