Wick Is A Genius

Of course, the three couldn't believe their eyes as they saw a figure approaching them faster than a bullet! Jack had opened his knight blood and had now attained an unbelievable speed.

The three men, Carlos, Fox, and Wesley, shot at him one after another, but to no avail. Jack had easily dodged their bullets and swiftly approached them, snatching their weapons away with remarkable strength.

He punched Wesley, causing him to roll his eyes and pass out. Then he took care of Carlos and Fox in under a minute.

"You monster!" Fox exclaimed while Carlos nodded silently. It was effortless for Jack, so easy that it didn't seem human.

As Wesley gradually regained consciousness, he couldn't believe what had happened. "What the fuck was that??" he mused.

But then, he heard Fox's voice. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Wesley replied, nodding his head.

"Okay, now you guys have finished your ammo, let's start the next training step. Also, a new member will arrive here soon. You won't be meeting him like this, right?" Jack said.

Wesley rubbed his head, still feeling dazed from the punch he had received. "Who's the new member?" he asked.

"It's a surprise," Jack said with a grin.

Jack had just finished explaining the situation when he heard a car honking outside the factory. The group turned their heads to see who was arriving. A sleek black car pulled up, and out stepped none other than John Wick.

"Hey guys," Wick said as he approached the group. "So is this all the templar members."

"Yup, Four people, including me. If you are included, then it is five?" Jack said.

Wick paused briefly, then asked, "Can I turn around and leave now?"

"Sorry, no can do," Jack said with a raised eyebrow. "Unless you want to try and complete that 'impossible task yourself. By the way, what is that task?"

Wick sighed, "It's just to kill someone, but that person... it's almost impossible to complete."

"Don't worry," Jack reassured him. "We're all strong and capable people here. We'll get rid of the continental hotel."

Wick glanced over at Wesley, who was hastily getting dressed. "Him too?"

"Shortly, he will be strong, too," Jack confirmed.

Wick nodded helplessly, "I feel like I'm on a pirate ship."

"You're not wrong," Jack chuckled. "But being on a thief ship has its benefits, like learning new skills."

Jack led Wick over to Carlos, who was waiting for them. "Carlos, this is Night Demon, John Wick."

Carlos extended his hand, "I've heard of you for a long time."

Wick shook his hand, "I've always heard about the Assassin Brotherhood, but I've never actually encountered it before."

"Well, you're in good company now," Carlos said with a smile. "Let's get down to business. First, I don't guarantee you can learn arc shooting."

"It sounds like a difficult task," Wick said, raising an eyebrow.

"It is," Carlos said with a chuckle.

Wick sat in the middle of the factory, surrounded by a group of assassins. He had always known that these people were different from the rest of the killers, but he had no idea just how much until now.

Jack explained the arc shooting technique to him. It involved using the deflection force generated by the bullet as it left the chamber to make it turn in the air, hitting the target at an angle.

It was an incredible feat, but only those with the blood of an assassin could accomplish it.

Carlos shook his head, "We've tried to teach it to ordinary people, but even the best assassins couldn't get it. It's just not possible without the blood."

Wick was silent, looking at Jack for confirmation. "Are you sure this is the principal?" he asked.

Jack nodded, "I'm not entirely convinced, but it seems true. Don't worry. Just follow your instincts."

Wesley, who had just finished getting dressed, walked over to Fox. "I never thought this was possible. Can he bend bullets, even though I haven't learned that yet?" he said.

"So what about the blood of the assassin?" Wick asked.

Fox nodded, "It's a rare gift that very few possess."

"Yes, this ancient bloodline can provide powerful strength, lightning-quick reflexes, and other exceptional abilities when activated!" Wesley exclaimed.

"If that's the case..." Wick muttered thoughtfully, "Then I have it too!!!"

"You too?" Wesley was taken aback.

Still observing the conversation, Jack said, "Well, in a world as vast and diverse as ours, anything is possible, even rare bloodlines like these."

Wick nodded, "I can indeed enter the state you mentioned at some point."

Jack wasn't surprised by this revelation; after all, Wick was a legendary assassin, and assuming he possessed some innate abilities wouldn't be a stretch.

"Alright then," Carlos interjected, "Let's set up the venue and get started."

•••

After a few moments, Jack stood off to the side with a look of disbelief, muttering.

"How is this possible?" "This can't be real." "It's completely unscientific." "It doesn't make any sense..."

Jack had just witnessed Wick effortlessly execute a shot that defied all the laws of physics, hitting the target behind the pig with an impossible arc.

Carlos had explained the "principle" of arc shooting, but it was all just gibberish to Jack. He couldn't comprehend how it worked.

As he watched Wick and the others, he couldn't help but feel like he was in some kind of bizarre alternate reality. Wick had closed his eyes, meditated, and then fired three shots.

The first hit the pork, the second went astray, and the third one went around the pig in a perfect arc and hit the target behind it dead center.

Jack was standing nearby, looking unfazed by the whole thing, but Jack knew deep down that he was just as baffled as he was.

"What the hell is going on here?" Jack thought to himself.

"I just don't understand it. It's like some kind of weird intuition that all assassins have. It doesn't make any sense at all!"

Jack was frustrated and confused, but he kept his thoughts to himself. He didn't want to seem like the only one who didn't understand what was going on.

After Wick finished his demonstration, he walked over to Jack.

"I seem to have found that intuition Carlos was talking about. Did you figure it out too?" Wick said casually.

Jack wanted to scream, "Figure what out?! This is all complete nonsense!"

But he kept his composure and replied with a forced smile, "Of course. You're quite impressive."

The only one who seemed to share Jack's confusion was Wesley, on the verge of emptying his entire magazine into the pig out of frustration.

As they continued training, Jack couldn't shake the feeling that he was the only one truly limited by the laws of physics and scientific principles. Everyone else was operating unscientifically.