My lover is this organization

This guy is Shuke’s yandere brother!

Chapter 112 John Wick

The so-called going to the toilet was of course just an excuse to leave temporarily.

I believe that all male compatriots who have attended primary and secondary schools in China should have had this experience to some extent, that is, as soon as the teacher announces the end of get out of class, they immediately stand up from their seats, then scurry to the side of their good friends, pat them on the shoulders and say, "Let's go to the toilet."

The number of people is not fixed. Some are in pairs, some are in groups of three or five, and some are hundreds of ghosts parading at night.

But going to the toilet is not the real purpose.

After all, as a normal person with a healthy body, how can we produce so much urine every day? I'm afraid that all the urine we urinated out might be original urine caused by our kidneys bursting!

After all, I still want to go out for a walk, leave the teacher's surveillance area for a while, breathe some fresh air, and by the way, relieve the frustration of being imprisoned for ten thousand... no, it's forty-five thousand years plus an additional forty thousand years of delays.

Yes, there is no anger, only frustration.

Even if there is, it will only be impotent rage.

In short, the excuse of going to the toilet is almost invincible. As long as the user is thick-skinned enough, it can basically be used in any occasion.

As small as going out for some fresh air after class.

Big enough to go out and collect heads.

In the luxuriously decorated corridor of the palace, two figures were walking slowly and leisurely, shoulder to shoulder.

Because it was still daytime, the sunlight coming in through the windows was generally quite bright, so there were only a few occupied rooms with lights on in the entire palace. The classical European-style wall lamps in the corridor were all off, and the light was a little dim. Looking to the end gave people a sense of déjà vu of the dark corridors in a classic Japanese horizontal version of the game Castle in the Sky.

"What a surprise. I thought your target would be Her Royal Highness the Princess." Daisuke Jigen said in a low voice with his hands in his pockets.

"How is that possible~"

Qin Wuque walked with his sleeves rolled up beside this quick-shooter who once came from a gang that was rampant in Chicago and was said to take only 0.3 seconds from drawing his gun to aiming and firing. Gold could be vaguely seen flowing slowly in the eye holes of his funny-looking light yellow mask.

He said briskly.

"Indeed, when the Duke first approached me, he really wanted me to kill the princess. But you also know that there are some orders that people like us will never accept."

"Then why don't you just refuse directly?" Daisuke Jigen asked doubtfully.

"you……"

Qin Wuque was stunned at first, then he began to look Ciyuan Daisuke up and down with a caring look for the mentally retarded, until the latter was so frightened that he couldn't help but want to draw his gun and shoot, then he finally spoke slowly.

"I say, have you messed up your brain by following Lupin and the others around? Have you forgotten your days as a killer? Some orders cannot be rejected just because you want to. Given the character of this Duke Killard, if I just reject him like this, even if he doesn't react at the time, he will definitely hire someone to cause trouble for me afterwards. So for me, instead of being troubled by him every day afterwards, it's better for me to agree to it first and then kill him after I get the money."

"Did he pay you?"

"Three million, deposit."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's so dark..."

Jigen Daisuke shook his head and sighed, then changed the subject.

"But what I said is all true."

"Hmm? It feels like you have something else to say. Can you tell me more about it?" Qin Wuque raised his eyebrows.

"Huh? Don't you know?" Daisuke Jigen was surprised.

Then he saw the leader of Los Santos shook his head firmly and slowly.

"Uh... okay~" The Chicago-born fast gunman covered his face helplessly, "Some time ago, someone burned down John Wick's house for a blood contract."

"Zhang Weike? Oh, the legendary unruly man, right? But I remember he has already retired, right?" Qin Wuque scratched his head. "And what the hell is a blood contract? Is it similar to signing a contract to become a magical girl? Why is this thing still popular now?"

"The blood pact is..." Daisuke Jigen was speechless again. After thinking for three seconds, he suddenly remembered that the Continental Hotel in Los Santos seemed to have been razed to the ground by some ruthless person a long time ago.

"The Continental Hotel has business connections with more than 70% of the assassins in the world. It is a projection of the power of the twelve High Table members, and the Blood Contract is a trading system of the Continental Hotel. They created this trading system, which is equivalent to me helping you when you are in trouble, so you must do your best to provide all the help you can when I need help, until the goal I want is achieved, and then the Blood Contract will be lifted."

"Does borrowing paper for taking a shit count as well?" Qin Wuque asked curiously.

"Is this... possible?"

Jigen Daisuke answered uncertainly.

Because there is no precedent.

He then added, "At the same time, the blood contract must be registered in the Continental Hotel to take effect. After the blood contract is completed, the party holding the blood contract must return to the Continental Hotel and press his blood fingerprint on the registration book to indicate the end of the contract. The blood contract is enforceable. If you refuse, it will be regarded as a violation of the contract. In serious cases, you will not only be expelled from the Continental Hotel and have your membership revoked, but you will also be wanted and hunted by more than 70% of the world's killers."

Qin Wuque stroked his chin and thought that it was about the same between 1% of the masters and 69% of the fakes: "So, someone would cheat and attack Zhang Weike, the retired old demon, just for a blood contract?"

"No, Night Demon was the one who violated the blood contract. In order to warn him, his blood contract holder burned down his house." said Daisuke Jigen.

"Oh my..." Qin Wuque was stunned for a moment, "Who is so brave?"

"Santino da Antonio."

"Who is it? Which rotten fish or shrimp? I have never heard of it~"

"You must have heard of the following name." Jigen Daisuke said slowly, "Gianna da Antonio."

"Yes, I know this, the rich Roman woman." Qin Wuque nodded, "She was very beautiful when she was young, but she is a little old now."

"Then the scumbag you are talking about is the younger brother of this rich Roman woman." Jigen Daisuke said meaningfully, "The previous leader of the Antonio family passed the seat of the high table to the older sister's daughter instead of the younger brother's son. You should understand what I mean, right?"

"Fuck, why is it another power struggle? Do these people like fighting for power so much?" Qin Wuque was speechless.

"You'll have to ask the person himself." Daisuke Jigen shook his head to indicate that he couldn't understand either.

So the two of them walked forward a little further, and the Chicago Quickshooter suddenly reacted, stretched out his hand and grabbed Qin Wuque who was about to continue walking forward, clenched his fist, raised his thumb and pointed behind him and said: "Hey, where are you going? Didn't you say you were going to the bathroom? We've already passed the bathroom!"

"Of course I'm going to scatter the Duke's ashes for him." Qin Wuque blinked twice, brushed off the other's hand on his shoulder and said, "By the way, I almost forgot to ask, where is the room of this Duke Girard?"

"Turn right and go to the third room on the left..."

"OK, thanks."

"Hey!"

Seeing Qin Wuque continue to walk forward without looking back, Ciyuan Daisuke hurriedly caught up with him.

"No, you're going to kill the duke, why do you have to drag me into this?"

"Prove that I went to the toilet~"

"……what?"

There was a moment when Daisuke Jigen felt like he had become a tool.

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When I was reading the battle manual of John Wick 2, I saw a comment that was very insightful. It said that Zhang Weike obviously had a good relationship with the girl's sister, so why did he have to give the blood contract to his brother... To be honest, it was true.

But if it’s for my sister, there won’t be a second or third part.

Damn... the second update is going to be late again. I was not satisfied with it halfway through writing it, so I deleted it and rewrote it. Then I was not satisfied with it again, so I deleted it and rewrote it again.

It’s a quarter past three in the afternoon, and I still have a thousand words to finish coding.

Chapter 113 Not studying is harmful to your health

According to Qin Wuque's original plan, he was planning to carry out a wave of Assassin's Creed-style assassinations.

For example, he would squat in the corner of the corridor and whistle frantically to attract the guards' attention, then use the corner terrain to kill one by one until all the enemies were cleared out, and finally kick open the door with a powerful series of instant kicks, rushing into the room and instantly killing Duke Kirard, who had killed his family several times.

I just don't know if it was because the Duke was too confident in his own abilities, thinking that he had successfully persuaded everyone in the palace to revolt and had nothing to fear, so not only did he not set up guards in the room, there was not even a single person at the door.

So when Qin Wuque turned the doorknob and pushed open the door, what caught his eye was not only a living room with the same overall style as the entire palace, but also a sophisticated middle-aged man sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a teacup in his hand, closing his eyes, looking intoxicated, sniffing the aroma of black tea and enjoying the bourgeois life.

Qin Wuque recognized the other person's identity at a glance.

It was definitely Duke Girard himself.

After all, both the facial features and temperament were exactly the same as in the selfie he had received from the other party before.

"You are……"

Duke Girard frowned slightly as his tea-drinking time was interrupted.

Ever since Princess Mira went on a diplomatic mission to Japan, he no longer concealed his intentions and took drastic measures to incite all the remaining personnel in the palace to rebel. For him, he now felt that he was the sole master of this country. Even Princess Mira, who was the first in line to the throne, was no longer a threat, let alone the Japanese friends she brought back.

Thinking of this, the Duke couldn't help but smile, briefly concealing the hint of ferocity that had formed in the corners of his eyes.

"I think you are the friends that Princess Mira invited from Japan. Nice to meet you. Are you interested in sitting down and chatting?"

As he spoke, Duke Kirard even stood up himself, took two empty, clean teacups from the tea tray at one end of the coffee table, and pretended to pour tea for Qin Wuque and Ciyuan Daisuke.

"No need to drink tea. I don't have the time."

Qin Wuque's words made the Duke's action of pouring tea freeze in mid-air.

Facing Duke Girard's puzzled gaze, he slowly walked into the room and came in front of the latter. There was only a coffee table between the two of them.

At the back is a huge bookcase filled with various books. Each book is very thick, but it can be seen that most of them have never been opened.

If there weren't maids in the palace cleaning every day, these books would have been covered in dust and in a mess.

"And to be precise, I am not Princess Mira's guest. I am your guest, Duke Gerard."

Qin Wuque paced around the coffee table, taking a brand new book from the bookshelf as he spoke, then casually opened it, picked up a random page and held it with two fingers.

The next moment, the hair-raising sound of paper tearing suddenly rang out in the room.

呲呲呲——

Duke Girard, who was still sitting on the sofa and hadn't reacted, stared blankly at the strange man who broke into his room and tore up his books amid the harsh voice.

Even though he hardly read those books, but...it doesn't mean he can just tear them up at will!

Would a normal person do this?

And what does it mean that he is a guest invited by himself?

Duke Girard couldn't figure it out.

Judging from the style of clothing, the other party should be from Japan or China. Although the strange mask on his face made it difficult for him to distinguish his specific identity, none of this mattered to Duke Kirard.

Because he hasn't invited anyone recently!

And never again!

After he has gained control of all the power in this country, relying on the magical mineral that seems to have been bestowed upon Vesbania by God, from now on only others will invite him, the Duke of Kirard... no, the King of Kirard!

"Haven't you figured it out yet?"

Qin Wuque looked at Duke Kirard, who was still sitting on the sofa in a daze, with a bit of disdain, and wondered how a person could be so stupid.

He pinched the torn piece of paper between two fingers and swung it in the air as if he was singing and dancing with a small fan. The sharp edge of the paper cut through the air, making a faint sound of breaking through the air.

"Ew~ Never mind, if you don't know then you don't know. It doesn't matter to me whether you know or not. I'm in a hurry."

As if his patience had been exhausted, Qin Wuque let out a heavy sigh beneath his mask.

As the sigh fell, Jigen Daisuke, who had been leaning lazily at the door with his arms folded and keeping watch, suddenly tensed up.

Although he appeared to be keeping watch, in fact almost 90% of his attention was focused on Qin Wuque.

He was curious about how the latter would choose to kill this guy.

When seeing Qin Wuque taking the book from the bookshelf, Ciyuan Daisuke thought that this guy was going to kill himself with the book. After all, the book looked not much different from moving bricks.

But he soon realized that his guess was wrong, because Qin Wuque only tore off a page from the book and then put the book back.

But how can you kill a person with a page of paper?

It is true that the sharpness of paper can easily cut human skin, but it can only cut the skin because the paper is too soft and absorbs water too well. Once soaked with blood, it will soften into a lump on the spot. At that time, not to mention skin, even a cream cake cannot be cut.

Unless, the speed is fast enough.

But Qin Wuque did it.

In Ciyuan Daisuke's vision, he only saw that Qin Wuque's hand holding the piece of paper seemed to sway for a moment so short that it was almost negligible. The duration of the sway might be less than 0.01 second, so that even he, the world's top quickshooter who could draw his gun, aim and shoot within 0.3 seconds, could only see a white mark that was difficult to detect with the naked eye cutting through the air.

This moment is fleeting.

The piece of paper was still in Qin Wuque's hand.