Dragon Ball Arrives in Marvel

Chapter 32 The Third Dragon Ball (Please Read)
Winston continued:
"In fact, the body is getting cold, right within these walls."

The female judge looked at Winston and said in a cold voice;
"I want to see him."

Winston nodded and took him to where the body of Santino Antonio was placed.

The two walked all the way to the incinerator, where the body of Santino Antonio was placed on the transfer bed.

The judge looked at the corpse in front of her and said to Winston:
"Santino Antonio, a newly appointed member of the High Table, was killed by Mr. Wick while seeking refuge at the Continental Hotel."

Then he leaned over and stared at the fatal wound on Santino Antonio's forehead, and said:
"It looks like a .45 Colt automatic."

After determining the cause of death by firearm, the adjudicator stood up and looked at Winston.

Meeting the other person's gaze, Winston began to explain:

"I can't control Mr. Wick's behavior."

The arbitrator then retorted:

"Yet he's still alive because of you, isn't he?"

Winston admitted frankly:

"Yes."

Seeing Winston's admission, the Adjudicator continued:
"You've known Mr. Wick for many years. It's not an exaggeration to say that you two are friends, right?"

"You didn't stop him. Killed him."

"You stood by and let him go, and he just killed Santino Antonio in front of you."

When Winston heard the judge say this, he immediately felt something was wrong and said:

"I removed him from the Continental Hotel."

The judge did not give up and continued:

"But you still gave him an hour to escape."

Winston's voice no longer had the confidence it had at the beginning, but he still said:

"He broke the rules in my hotel."

The judge said with a stern face:

"That's exactly the problem, your hotel."

"Where are your loyalties?"

Winston stared at the aggressive adjudicator and explained:

"I have been serving for over forty years..."

The judge looked at Winston and said solemnly:
“Under the high table, the service and the high table, everything is under the high table.”

"I know you're loyal, but this can't be ignored."

"Let me make it clear, I am here to judge you."

"You'll be given a week to sort things out."

Hearing the judge say this, Winston was surprised.
"What did you say?"

The arbitrator continued:

"At that time, your successor will be named."

"Rules are the only thing that makes us different from..."

Winston then spoke:

"Something different from animals."

The judge nodded and said:

"Yes."

"You have seven days." The judge turned to leave, but after taking two steps, he turned back to Winston and said:
"In the meantime, if you need any help during this transition, you can find me in room 217."

Winston looked at the adjudicator and now spoke:

"Please enjoy your stay at the Continental Hotel."

The judge looked at Winston deeply, turned around and left without saying anything.

At this moment, Winston knew that he was in big trouble. Because of helping John Wick, the High Table would deprive him of his identity as the manager of the Continental Hotel, leaving him with only one heir at most, and he would even have to pay the price with his life. He could not sit there and wait for death.

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In the conference room.

Smith Doyle was thinking about how to dismember the high table and directly and comprehensively purge the families of the 12 elders. Even the Assassin's League did not have so many people.

After all, these 12 families are actually the 12 most influential gangs in the world. Going to war at the same time will only lead to fierce resistance. It is better to break one finger than to hurt ten fingers.

The Assassin's League was able to attack three parties at the same time, and what followed was a fierce counterattack from the other side.

Smith looked at the list of 12 companies and began to select three of them as the main targets of attack.

Just as Smith Doyle was considering which three companies to start eliminating, the door to the conference room opened.

Putting down the documents in his hand, Smith Doyle said to John Wick who was walking over:
"Sit here."

John Wick came and sat down opposite Smith Doyle, looking at him quietly.

Smith Doyle asked:
"Have all your injuries recovered?"

John Wick reached out and touched his shoulder and neck, then said:
"It has all healed, without even a scar left."

“The recovery room here is really good.”

Smith Doyle nodded. He was still very confident about the recovery room, and then he said:
"To resolve the High Table, we need to completely eliminate the power controlled by the Twelve Seats."

"Simply killing the twelve elders will not have any effect. They will still elect new elders from their bloodline."

"Even if we kill all the main veins, we will still support new main veins from the branch veins to inherit this position."

"So we must completely strangle the organization behind it."

Hearing Smith Doyle's words, John Wick nodded solemnly. Things were more serious than he had imagined.

"What do you need me to do?"

Smith Doyle said:
"We currently control eleven of the twelve seats at the High Table, but we haven't found the specific location of one of them yet."

"We have only discovered that the headquarters of this High Table Elder is in the desert of Casablanca."

“But where in the desert it is not really clear.”

"I need you to find them."

John Wick thought for a moment and said:
"I know there's a group of elders over there, but I don't know exactly how to find them."

"However, if I go alone, the chances of seeing them are still very high. But if I bring everyone with me, then they won't see me."

Smith Doyle was not surprised and continued:
"We will go to Casablanca with you, but you will have to find the elders alone."

"And what you have to do is find him and protect yourself."

John Wick asked curiously:
"It's a desert over there, how are you going to find me then?"

Smith smiled and then said:
"You just need to bring the Dragon Ball with you. It will guide us to your location."

Hearing that Dragon Ball also has a positioning function, John Wick nodded thoughtfully.

At this time, Smith Doyle took out a photo and placed it in front of John Wick.

"This is a senior executive at the Continental Hotel in Casablanca and a friend of yours."

"She currently holds a dragon ball, which is also one of the targets of your trip."

John Wick was a little surprised to see Sovia's photo. He didn't expect that she had a dragon ball in her hand. However, when he thought about having her blood oath contract in his hand, things became much simpler.

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