America: John Wick 1924

Chapter 85 White Stockings Appear Again!

—You call this "disappearance"?
Li Yu almost blurted out a complaint.

It was one thing to play the roles of "Holy Knight" and "Good Samaritan," but to actually play the role of "Assassin" was truly beyond Li Yu's expectations.

He swaggered through the entire dance hall and even staged a "highway chase" on the streets of San Francisco, causing such a commotion that it didn't seem like the behavior of an assassin at all.

After a brief period of confusion and reflection, Li Yu felt relieved.

According to the system message just now, the core principle of playing the role of an "assassin" is to successfully kill the target without revealing one's true identity.

The makeup that Hitachi Nene did for him completely concealed his race and true appearance.

Not only did he not leak his identity, but he also successfully killed his intended target (Martin)... In that case, wouldn't he be a perfect assassin?
He managed to gain a considerable amount of experience points for three different characters in one go, and also successfully obtained information about Matteo, while also taking down other accomplices in the "Café Burning Incident" (Martin and others)... The richness of tonight's achievements far exceeded Li Yu's expectations.

—I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight.

As Li Yu sighed, he looked up at the night sky, where a crescent moon hung high in the heavens.

"Go home and get some sleep..."

He subconsciously reached into his pocket, wanting to have a proper smoke, but found nothing.

"I almost forgot... I gave all my cigarettes to that pianist..."

Li Yu scratched his head helplessly, then calmly took out his homemade portable ashtray from the other pocket and pulled out a cigarette butt that still had a little bit left.

A moment later, flames rose and smoke drifted out.

The reason he developed the habit of "not littering cigarette butts" was both due to his family upbringing and to prevent such situations from happening again—he could use the empty cigarette pack as an emergency measure.

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The following day, at 7:32 AM—

San Francisco, Seaside Boulevard—

"It's amazing..."

Looking at the mess in the dance hall, Una couldn't help but murmur aloud.

Ultraman chimed in from the side:
"Is a war breaking out here?"

Haiya Avenue is not under the jurisdiction of the Wan'an Branch.

But the gunfight that broke out last night was too large in scale, with more than 30 people killed or injured, making it a major case that hasn't been seen in a long time.

A single branch office is no longer sufficient to handle such a major case.

When Li Yu was chasing Martin in his car, he passed through the jurisdiction of the Wangan Precinct—it was within the Wangan Precinct's jurisdiction that he shot and destroyed the pursuer's vehicle.

Therefore, this serious case is also related to the Wangan Precinct.

Therefore, under the instruction of their superiors, officers from the Wangan Precinct were brought in to assist with the investigation.

Early this morning, Sheriff Johnson brought Oona and Ott, the two new recruits, to investigate the crime scene.

Dense bullet holes, large patches of dried blood, and human figures drawn on the floor with white chalk... all of these things demonstrate just how intense last night's gunfight was!
Una was both surprised and delighted by this.

Just now, she received the casualty report: all the dead in this gunfight were gunmen from the Rossi family. No innocent people were involved. Only a few unlucky guys tripped and fell while escaping the dance hall, scraping their skin.

Although this went against Una's principle of "upholding procedural justice," she still felt great satisfaction at seeing all the Mafia members die.

She felt nothing but pure disgust for the Mafia and their ilk who trampled on the law, and wished she could kill every Mafia member in the world immediately.

At that moment, a police officer jogged towards Sergeant Johnson, saluted, and handed him a thick notebook:
“Sheriff Johnson, these are the witness testimonies.” Sheriff Johnson nodded and reached out to take them.

After quickly scanning the contents of the notebook, Sheriff Johnson raised an eyebrow sharply, revealing a surprised expression:

"Were all the victims in this dance hall killed by the same person?"

Upon hearing this, Una and Ultra both showed expressions of disbelief.

Before long, Sheriff Johnson, having finished reading, passed the notebook to Una.

Una eagerly took it and read it quickly, skimming through it. The more she read, the more shocked she became.

One person took down more than thirty gunmen and wreaked havoc throughout the entire dance hall... If Una hadn't been there in person, she would never have believed it was true!
Ultraman blinked and murmured involuntarily:
"This is astonishing... He single-handedly took down more than thirty gunmen from the Rossi family... This dance hall is owned by the Rossi family. Who on earth dares to oppose the Rossi family?"

Una put forward a hypothesis:
"Could this be a counterattack from the Pastor family?"

Sheriff Johnson nodded:

"Very likely. Although the Pastor family has been completely defeated by the Rossi family, it cannot be ruled out that they will use their remaining funds and connections to hire a highly skilled assassin to avenge them."

Upon hearing this, Otto quickly lowered his head and meticulously made notes in his notebook:

"So, is this very likely a bloody gang fight?"

Sheriff Johnson nodded again:

"Yes, most likely."

He paused, then sighed heavily:
"Don Rossi has always been one to seek revenge. With the family's businesses destroyed like this and so many people killed... Don Rossi will definitely not let this go. Sigh, we're in for a lot of work."

Una said with a serious expression:
"Sheriff Johnson, I request immediate surveillance of the Rossie family! We cannot allow the Mafia to run rampant in San Francisco!"

This time, Sheriff Johnson unusually did not refute Una's opinion.

After a moment's thought, he nodded solemnly:

"Yes, we really can't let the scale of the gang wars expand any further."

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8:05 AM -

San Francisco, St. Michael's Church

Li Yu had barely stepped through the door when he smelled a strong odor of alcohol.

Olycia was lying on the bench closest to the door, reeking of alcohol, with empty vodka bottles lying haphazardly on the floor around her.

She was still dressed in that contrasting outfit: wearing the robes of an Orthodox nun, her long legs crossed and tightly wrapped in thin white stockings that revealed glimpses of flesh.

At this very moment, she is reading a hardcover Bible.

Her slender fingertips brushed across the pages of the Bible, her expression solemn and dignified... she certainly had the air of a nun.

If it weren't for the pungent smell of alcohol, she would look even more like a nun.

Hearing someone approaching, she slightly raised her eyelids.

Upon recognizing Li Yu, she raised an eyebrow, closed the Bible in her hand, and said in a teasing tone:
"Pastor, it's been a long time."

"Hmm, long time no see—though not long. Seeing a drunken Orthodox nun as soon as you enter the church will probably scare away all the worshippers who come to visit, won't it?"

(End of this chapter)