My lover is this organization

He tapped the table with his fingers in boredom, and with his other hand on his cheek, he said vaguely, "I'm not interested in listening to your family ethics and sibling love. We are here for only two purposes. One is about John Wick's blood contract, and the other is about the rules of the Continental Hotel."

"You can rest assured about John's blood contract." As soon as Qin Wuque finished speaking, Jaina said, "After tonight, I will be the new leader of the Antonio family. That's why Santino is so eager to let John kill me before I am crowned. Because the High Table is above everything else, even the blood contract cannot be crossed. No one can use the blood contract to ask the holder to assassinate a member of the High Table."

Then she frowned: "But about the rules of the Continental Hotel you mentioned...is there any problem?"

Qin Wuque curled his lips and said, "As far as I know, killing is prohibited in mainland hotels, and your brother happens to be in New York. If the news that you are not dead spreads, your brother will definitely know that he is about to be in big trouble. So what do you think he will do first?"

"Ah~ I understand what you mean."

The rich Roman woman's brows suddenly relaxed.

"I will help you solve this problem. When you go to New York, I will send a 'Judge' to accompany you. I will give her the power to temporarily close the New York Continental Hotel. Besides, the manager of the New York Continental Hotel and John are old friends. I believe Winston will understand."

"Oh wow? Can this be done?"

"Of course, the power of the High Table is supreme... although it also depends on who holds the power."

“Okay, that’s reliable.”

Qin Wuque snapped his fingers to show his approval, then turned his head and cast his gaze at John Wick, who was sitting one seat away from him.

"Wuhu~Legendary people have a wide network of contacts?"

"..."

The Night Demon didn't even want to say anything and just turned his head away.

This feeling is just like when Jack Ma says to you, "You're so rich, you can even afford a KFC family bucket." It's full of sarcasm.

Antonio couldn't help but smile: "So is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Hiss~ It seems there really is one."

Qin Wuque pinched his chin and thought for a while, then pointed at John Wick beside him.

"Do you have any gold coins from the Continental Hotel? Your brother burned down all our wealth, and now we are so poor that we have to wash dishes in a restaurant to make a living. Hurry up and get some to help us out. Um... you don't need too much, just two or three boxes first!"

"..."

This guy, how dare he say that!

Everyone said in their hearts.

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I went to research the tax refund… It was obviously my own money, but I suddenly felt like I had received a windfall, it was mysterious.

Chapter 136 Let's burn the night... New York to ashes! (3k chapters)

The Antonio family was really generous in their work, so generous that Qin Wuque felt that he had asked for too little.

Perhaps it was to celebrate her successful coronation as the new leader of the family, perhaps it was out of awe for the title of the Everburning Eye Mage, or perhaps it was because of her old relationship with a night demon... In short, Jaina took care of almost everything.

Not only did she give John Wick enough gold coins as compensation, she also solved the problems of weapons and transportation for everyone. Not only did she approve a Gulfstream G550, which was the private property of the Antonio family, as a means of transportation for Qin Wuque and others to go to New York, she also upgraded all their equipment.

Of course, it’s John Wick who mainly needs to upgrade his equipment.

The next morning, when the first rays of morning light shone on the runway of Rome Fiumicino Airport, the ultra-luxury business jet that had been waiting on the take-off runway roared with a restrained and powerful engine sound.

Qin Wuque sat on the top of the stairs to the boarding gate with his arms propped up, gazing into the distance. On his left and right were two hunting knives of similar shapes. The hunting knives were about half a meter long, with golden patterns imprinted on the black blades, which sparkled brightly under the sunlight.

These two swords were "borrowed" by him from Antonio's family museum, and he had no intention of returning them.

One is called "Dick Tudo".

One is called "Augustus".

One was the dictator of the Roman Republic.

One was the founding emperor of the ancient Roman Empire.

Qin Wuque himself was not interested in naming weapons after historical celebrities. The reason he chose these two swords was simply because they were twin swords made from the same furnace. Not only were their shapes similar, but the feel of wielding them was also similar. This was extremely friendly, especially for someone like him who was used to wielding swords in both hands.

In the distance, a passenger plane belonging to the Rome airport was accelerating along the runway. Just as it was about to reach takeoff speed and raise its nose, a flash of silver suddenly fell from above Qin Wuque's head, blocking most of his vision.

A hint of elegant and refreshing shampoo scent permeated Qin Wuque's olfactory nerves.

He raised his dog's head and saw a silver-haired beauty standing behind him with her head lowered, looking at him with a smile.

"How dare you say that? I saw the rich Roman woman's face froze when she saw you choose this pair of hunting knives." Gin glanced at the two hunting knives placed on both sides of Qin Wuque's body and said with a sneer.

She didn't mean to express contempt or anything towards Qin Wuque's behavior, but her bloody and cruel career as a killer over the years had reduced her smile to just a sneer, so whenever she raised the corners of her mouth, it gave people the impression that she was sneering.

"What's wrong with that..." Qin Wuque scratched his head and said, "She asked me to choose the equipment at will, so I chose it myself. Besides, it's just a loan, and it seems like I might not return it to her after borrowing it."

"So you're planning to go back?" the silver-haired beauty asked with interest.

"Stop for a moment, Captain Qin. I think I need to clarify something!" Qin Wuque's expression suddenly became serious.

"Oh?"

"You all think that I might not return the money I borrowed, but I feel that I need to make it clear that I am not saying I might not return it, but I will definitely not return it!"

Qin Wuque's words were so sonorous and powerful, highlighting his strength despite being unjustified.

The silver-haired beauty was caught off guard and was speechless for a moment.

At this time, accompanied by the sound of wheels rolling over the airport runway coming from far away, a black luxury car with Antonio family patterns printed on it slowly stopped under the stairs of the Gulfstream boarding gate.

The rear door of the car opened, and a tall woman in formal attire with short, neat hair stepped out of the car. She had typical Roman looks, and a belt with a high table pattern carved on it tied around her waist.

"This is the 'Judge'." Gin said softly.

"Wuhu~" Qin Wuque said nothing, but just whistled frivolously.

While they were looking at the newcomers, the "Judge" who had just arrived below the boarding gate was also quietly observing the two people at the door of the plane.

To be precise, the only person she was observing was Qin Wuque.

This was because the head of the Antonio family had specifically told her before they set off that this man was the legendary "master of the eternally burning pupil."

Unlike John Wick, the Night Stalker who is recognized wherever he goes like a music star appearing on a variety show, the title of "The Eternal Burning Eye Master" is just an illusory legend to most killers in the killer world, because no one has ever seen this legendary eye master in person, or those who have seen him have been sent to another world.

The only person I have seen with my own eyes was a little-known Japanese hotel killer who happened to be rushing to Los Santos to carry out a mission. When he passed by a building, he happened to meet a man covered in blood, wearing a mask on his face and holding a sword, walking out of the door of the building slowly. He couldn't help but take a few more glances, and was almost scared crazy on the spot by the pair of blazing golden eyes under the mask.

According to subsequent diagnosis by medical experts, the killer did develop some mental problems afterwards. He only claimed that he saw the dragon's eyes and kept repeating the title of the Eternal Burning Eye Master.

After that day, a major murder case broke out in a building in the city of Los Santos. Hundreds of people in the entire drug den were killed, and the location of the crime was exactly the same as what the crazy Japanese killer said.

However, since the evidence available was too evasive, and there was no direct clue to show that the murderer who easily slaughtered hundreds of people was the same person as the so-called ever-burning pupil master, not many people in the killer world believed the authenticity of this name.

On the contrary, the members of the high table believed it firmly.

"Hey, Judge sister, you're finally here!"

Unlike the cautious and probing female judge, the attitude displayed by the Eternal Burning Eye Mage can be described as warm and hospitable.

He had already stood up when the other person stepped onto the boarding steps. When he got closer, he stretched out his hand and put his arm around the other person's shoulders, patting his shoulders vigorously like they were brothers, making a bang bang sound, highlighting a clear front and back.

"Hmm..." The female judge's steps suddenly became disordered.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, be careful don't fall." Qin Wuque reacted in time and reached out to support her, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

He had thought that since the other party could sit in the position of judge at the high table, he must be a man of both literary and martial talents. However, he did not expect that he was so weak and frail that he almost fell to the ground after being slapped twice by him.

"Could it be... that you are not actually very good at fighting?" Qin Wuque asked tentatively, as if he suddenly realized something.

The short-haired, capable female judge raised her ice-blue eyes and stared at him for a while, then nodded seriously.

"Ah this~"

Qin Wuque wanted to cover his face: "Didn't your master tell you where we are going next? That's New York. Maybe Santino's grandson has already put up a reward and is waiting for us to go there. Sister Judge, with your body, going there is like delivering food... No, I mean, isn't it a bit risky?"

"No need to say, he has indeed put up a reward."

John Wick's voice came from the cabin behind him, and he handed an old flip phone to Qin Wuque.

"Look."

"Let me check~"

Qin Wuque tilted his head as he spoke. A multimedia message was displayed on the screen. The name of the mainland hotel was marked in the sender column, while the main content stated the initiator of the bounty, the target of the bounty, and the reward.

"Why is the reward only 7 million US dollars? And for the three of us combined?" He took a look and frowned.

"Seven million is not a small amount." The silver-haired beauty sneered, "You may think it's not much because you are rich, but in fact it is enough to mobilize assassins from all over New York to besiege us."

"Oh~"

Qin Wuque turned his gaze towards the female judge, his eyes and expression said oh no, it's over.

However, the female judge shrugged her shoulders and raised her chin, looking completely indifferent.

"She is the Judge, and no one dares to attack her." John Wick explained, "Attacking or killing the Judge is equivalent to declaring war on the entire High Table. No killer in the world would choose to do this."

"Then I may have just declared war..." Qin Wuque muttered to himself.

Immediately, his eyes flashed with ferocity, and his tone gradually gnashed his teeth: "Since the matter is done, there is no other way. We should stick to the principle of proximity. Now we should go and destroy Antonio's lair in Rome first, then fly this plane to New York to kill Santino, and then kill all the remaining members of the High Table, burn them all to ashes, and scatter their ashes!"

The others were too lazy to pay attention to this funny guy and pretended not to hear this dangerous declaration.

The female judge walked into the Gulfstream cabin on her own, and John Wick followed slowly.

The silver-haired beauty sighed helplessly, then reached out and grabbed the head of a dog that was about to draw its sword and jump out of the plane to kill Antonio's family, and dragged it into the cabin without saying a word.

The rear hatch was tightly closed.

In the cabin, the female judge sat in a soft and comfortable chair, her posture elegant and dignified. "My mission on this trip is to accompany you. I have been given the power by the High Table to adjust the business status of any Continental Hotel in the world at any time. Once Santino escapes to a Continental Hotel to save his life, as long as I am present, I can declare that all business of that Continental Hotel is temporarily closed. As for when to restart, it is up to me, or the High Table will issue a direct order."

"Does that mean we can make big news in New York?" The word "make trouble" was written in big words in Qin Wuque's eyes.

"As long as you are capable enough." The female judge nodded.

"Bravo!"

Qin Wuque clapped and cheered loudly, then he took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello? Lester, help me, can you help me hack into every radio station in New York? There's someone I want to let him experience what it means to be chased at full speed..."

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The female judge in the damn movie is really plain, wearing a super deep V dress, and she looks completely calm.

Ah, I'm really sorry... I have something to do today so I'll only update one chapter. I'll leave the second chapter unfinished and I'll make it up later. (Sincerely)

Chapter 137 I'm back to writing

Six hours later, in the National Gallery of Modern Art in New York, a grand ball was taking place, inviting nearly half of New York's celebrities.

The person who could contract an entire art gallery to hold a ball was certainly not an ordinary person. It was none other than Santino da Antonio, who was once regarded as the most promising person to inherit the position of the new leader of the Antonio Family among the Twelve Members of the High Table.

This ball was advertised as just an ordinary social dance, but everyone who came knew that this ball was essentially to celebrate Santino's coronation as the new leader of the Antonio family.

As for those who were invited to the dance, they could all be regarded as people "worth making friends with" by the new leader.

Therefore, the atmosphere of the entire dance party can be said to be harmonious, and it can be said that both the host and the guests had a great time.

But in fact, only Santino himself knew that only the guests were welcome.

He was very lucky, being born into a big and powerful family, with no brothers or sisters but an older sister. As the only one with a sausage in his crotch among the new generation successor candidates of the Antonio family, he had been regarded by everyone as the new generation leader of the Antonio family since he was a child.

Of course, he himself has always believed so.

However, perhaps it was fate, or perhaps this kid was really a waste, but not long ago, the previous head of Antonio's family, that is, his father, suddenly decided to pass the position of the next head of the family to his sister, Gianna da Antonio.

Santino, who had always considered himself the successor to Antonio's family, could not accept the huge change. However, his father had obviously made up his mind, and no matter how much Santino tried to persuade him, the outcome could not be changed.

This tortured him.

He was anxious, he was irritable, he was helpless and furious, and his rationality evaporated.

Finally, after several days of inner torment, Santino suddenly remembered that he had obtained a blood contract several years ago. He helped a chief killer of the High Table at that time to complete the task of retiring, and successfully made the killer retire and return to his hometown and no longer participate in the affairs of the underground world.

And just recently, someone not only stole the killer's car, but also beat his dog to death in front of him.

So, the killer is back.

The one who stole his car and killed his dog was a Russian gang in New York. Their power was enough to call the shots in New York. Although they couldn't even reach the corner of a high table, they were still a behemoth in the eyes of ordinary people.

Then, overnight, the gang disappeared completely.