My lover is this organization

They thought they had offended the former chief killer of the High Table - the Night Devil.

No one can easily retire and come back; this is the rule of the underground world and the consensus of all those who are in the underground world.

Santino, who has been influenced by gangster culture since childhood, obviously thinks so.

So he took the badge of blood covenant and found the Night Devil, hoping that he could help him solve his current predicament.

What he needed was a ghostly killer, an invincible killer, to kill his sister.

And this is something that only "Daredevil" John Wick can do.

At least... this is the only option among the people he can invite.

But what Santino never expected was that John Wick not only rejected his request, but also violated the promise of the blood pact, refused to fulfill his agreement, and only wanted to retire and return home.

Although he went through a lot of trouble afterwards, he finally succeeded in persuading the Night Demon to come out.

As long as the Night Devil returns to the world, his sister will die, and then he will be able to become the new head of the Antonio family. Finally, he will bury the Night Devil to cover up all his plans and make sure no one knows what he has done... Santino once thought this was the perfect ending to the story.

But not long ago, his personal bodyguard and secretary Ares, who was sent to Rome to monitor the completion of the Night Devil's mission and was responsible for leading people to complete the aftermath, suddenly brought news - the Night Devil had rebelled, and his sister successfully climbed onto the seat at the high table.

The High Table is supreme. All the rules of mainland hotels are set by the High Table. They have the ability and authority to break these rules at will, which naturally includes the blood pact.

The blood contract is considered the highest standard among the many transactions in mainland hotels. If the holder violates the terms of the blood contract, he will be deprived of his life. Similarly, if the holder is killed, he will also be deprived of his life. However... there is an exception for the use of members of the high table.

Santino's request to John Wick was to kill his sister, but now his sister has become one of the Twelve of the High Table, so his blood contract is also invalidated.

But he still hasn't forgotten what he did to John Wick.

He used a grenade launcher to shoot a incendiary bomb into John Wick's house, setting it on fire.

Now, the blood pact is void, and John Wick is still alive, and maybe he has reached a consensus with his damn sister.

So the question is, what would you choose to do if faced with an enemy who burned down your house and forced you to return to the underworld?

What’s more, this victim is the famous Night Demon.

All in all, Santino panicked and he cracked.

"Are you sure the reward notice has been sent to every killer's cell phone in New York?"

In an independent lounge in the art gallery, a man leaned back on a leather sofa, his neatly-fitting suit roughly torn off. Melodily and elegant dance music faintly came into the lounge through the wall. He breathed deeply, his eye sockets slightly sunken, and his face gloomy.

Although his facial features were almost identical, when he sat there, he did not give people the impression that he was related to his biological sister, Gianna da Antonio.

The person standing in front of him and reporting to him was a young woman with short hair who looked quite handsome and capable. She looked very heroic, but unfortunately... she couldn't speak.

Ares can only communicate with his master through sign language - of course, the reward has already been issued, but is seven million enough? Is it necessary to raise the reward?

Santino smiled cruelly, "Don't worry, seven million is enough. Night Demons are also human beings. Even a large number of ants can kill an elephant. The reward of seven million is enough to make those minions who are eager to become famous restless. I only need one of them to put a bullet into the Night Demon's head."

Ares thought about it, and she continued to gesture - the Night Demon might not be a problem, but about the eternally burning pupil magician...

"The Eternally Burning Eye Master?" Santino sneered. "That's just a legend, a figure that was blown up and deified. Who dares to say that they have seen him with their own eyes? Have you seen him?"

No—Ares shook his head slightly.

"Then we have to..."

Boom!

Santino was just about to say that's it, but suddenly the melodious dance music outside the room stopped abruptly, and was replaced by two bangs like the sound of a microphone before a school leader gave a speech.

He almost thought he had heard it wrong, because the sound came not only from the art gallery he was in, but from the entire New York City!

Through the clear glass window of the lounge, Santino was surprised to find that the electronic billboard facing the shopping mall across the river had stopped playing advertisements at some point, and instead appeared on it a pixel-art-style avatar of a wretched middle-aged fat man, whose mouth kept opening and closing like a GIF image.

And not just one or two billboards, but all of them!

Someone hacked into the entire New York City!

Someone is speaking to the entire city of New York through hacking technology!

Who would be so generous? !

Santino, who was already in a state of complete panic, was in a state of confusion.

At this moment, the voice came again. It was a voice of a young man, with seven parts of mischief, two parts of laziness and one part of novelty.

"Ah... um, hello everyone, Wadashiwa... the Eternally Burning Eye Mage must die, Arnold... is Santino here? Your Nesang notifies you to quickly prepare for your funeral. We will hunt you down in forty minutes, so stay tuned."

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I said I had something to go out for, but it was all in vain, so I'm back to typing... I live such a sad life, I'm playing Owl Bang in the rain~

Ah~ Speaking of which, this girl in the movie is pretty. I like her very much. But it's a pity that she's a lesbian.

Chapter 138 Killer "Zero"

The whole of New York was boiling with excitement.

Someone hacked into the entire New York city's network and turned every radio station in the city into his own megaphone, speaking to a specific person!

It’s just like when you were in school and were called out by the school leaders in front of all the teachers and students at the flag-raising ceremony. You are either famous throughout the school or “famous throughout the school.”

But this time it’s not being called out in public by the entire school. This is much more exciting than being called out in school. This is being called out in front of the people of New York.

Moreover, the content is no longer just praise or criticism, but a hunt down by name!

Who can be so generous?

The answer is of course no.

Although having money really allows you to do whatever you want, this freedom is also based on a relatively reasonable range of limits, rather than using unlimited money to do things without limits.

It's like if you have money, you can rent all the electronic billboards in New York to advertise your own products, but if you want to rent all the billboards in New York to curse or even threaten someone, then this kind of thing is impossible even in the extremely free America.

As the saying goes, humans have limits.

But now someone has done it.

Because he is no longer a human being.

At the same time, in the National Gallery of Modern Art in New York, Santino, who had been sitting on the luxurious leather sofa in the lounge and seemed to be barely calm, stood up suddenly, with his center of gravity slightly leaning back, his knees and calves resting on the heavy sofa. He lowered his head with an uncertain expression on his face.

The man who was once regarded as the young master of the Antonio family took a deep breath and said, "Go, notify the Continental Hotel to increase John Wick's bounty to 14 million!"

The heroic short-haired girl looked at him, her slender hands flying - is that the total bounty of John Wick and his crew?

"No, the bounty for John Wick alone is 14 million." Santino clenched his hands. "If I'm not mistaken, this Eternal Burning Eye Master should be hired by John Wick himself. I don't care how powerful he is. Mercenaries are always mercenaries. As long as the employer dies, the mission will no longer be carried out... Also, help me prepare a bulletproof car. If no one pays the bounty in 30 minutes, we will immediately set off for the Continental Hotel. It is the safest haven in the world. Even the Night Demon would not dare to move there..."

boom!

Before he could finish his words, a roar like battering rams hitting a city gate in ancient wars came from outside the lounge.

The two people in the room looked towards the door in surprise at the same time.

Then they were stunned.

I saw that on the originally smooth and thick wooden door that could even withstand rifle bullets, there was a palm-sized bulge covered with cracks bulging inwards, and a fist mark was faintly visible in the center of the crack.

And as time went by, the number of bulges on the door continued to increase at a very fast rate, and the roaring sound continued.

Bang! Clank! Bang! Bang! Boom!

Someone is trying to break down this door from outside? !

Santino suddenly understood.

But even though he understood it, it didn't mean he could comprehend what was happening before his eyes, just like he couldn't understand how a wooden door that could block rifle bullets could be smashed open by someone with bare hands.

Is it in this river?

"Tsk..."

Seeing that his master was still standing there in this situation, Ares, who had already reacted and made a clear judgment of the situation, couldn't help but smack his lips, stretched out his hand and grabbed the former's wrist, pulling him to the other end of the lounge - there was another door leading to the other side of the art gallery for them to escape.

Almost at the same moment, the cracked door behind him finally couldn't bear the weight, and with a powerful "Ah Da" kick, it turned into flying sharp wood chips and exploded.

In the thick smoke and dust, Santino, who was dragged out of the lounge door, subconsciously turned his head and took a look.

Through the layers of misty floating particles, he saw a pair of incomparably blazing golden eyes!

He quickly turned his head and refused to look at it, but the familiar voice came again.

The last time the voice spoke to him was over the radio all over New York.

And this time, it was directly behind him!

"Dear Santino, you only have thirty-five minutes left. Please hurry up, or we will illegally deprive you of your life after thirty-five minutes." Qin Wuque stepped into the lounge through the smoke and dust and spoke in a very formal business voice.

But when he walked into the room, where was Santino in the huge lounge?

The silver-haired beauty followed him with a gun in her left hand, aiming and covering her nose. When her eyes fell on the open door of the room at the other end of the lounge, she raised her eyebrows slightly.

"People have run away."

"It's okay, it's not a big problem." Qin Wuque is essentially a person who is afraid of trouble, but at this moment he showed the patience and patience of an old hunter. "No matter how much he runs, he can't escape New York, and the final destination must be the Continental Hotel. It's better to say that the more he can run, the better, so that he can fully experience the feeling of his life entering the countdown."

As he said this, he took out his cell phone from his pocket, turned it on, unlocked the screen and took a look. What appeared on the screen was a map of New York City. In addition to a green arrow cursor indicating where he was sitting at the moment, there was also a large red dot that was constantly flashing, moving away from him as if it was running for its life.

"Go away, it's as if you have some deep hatred with that person." Gin chuckled.

"I don't have any deep hatred." Qin Wuque hesitated for a moment, "I am not a real human being in essence, so I like to study other people's psychology. I really want to know how even the high-ranking members of the High Table will react when their lives are entering the countdown."

"It seems that Santino's reaction disappointed you." The judge girl came out from the back, followed by the Night Devil with bullet holes all over his suit. "As expected of you, you are the Everburning Eye Master. Your reputation is well-deserved. But I am also curious about how you locked onto his position."

"Nothing." Qin Wuque shook his head. "I spent some money and asked a friend to help install a small positioning virus on Santino's phone. It just happened to be a perfect match with the app on my phone."

"Who is this friend you are talking about?"

"Aiden Pierce."

"Ah this..."

The flat-chested judge paused. "As far as I know, Aiden Pearce is a character in the Watch Dogs series by the French game company Ubisoft. If you don't want to talk about it, you can refuse to answer, but don't use this kind of answer to fool me."

Qin Wuque nodded.

"Okay, then I won't tell you."

"..."

The silence lasted only a brief moment, and the next moment, the sound of a window breaking came from directly above.

Three black figures kicked the window glass and jumped into this independent lounge from the second floor of the art gallery. Their movements were uniform and agile, and they landed silently. They were wearing black night clothes and holding swords with flashing cold light, which made them look like ancient Japanese ninjas.

And they are indeed ninjas.

The leader was a bald ninja who looked like a mentor. When he saw Qin Wuque, his eyes suddenly revealed fanaticism, but he quickly hid it deeply and turned to salute.

"Eternal Burning Eye Master, it is an honor to meet you. I am the killer 'Zero', here to join us!"

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This bald guy is the ninja killer in JW3, the one with two apprentices. In the original book, he is set to be JW's number one fan. However, I think that although JW's close combat skills are very comprehensive, they are definitely not very strong (it may also be that his skills have declined after being retired for a long time). Several small bosses in the movie can fight JW on equal terms or even slightly better. I don't know why this professional close combat knife user would be a fan of JW. It's very mysterious.

Ah... On the first day without any posts, my motivation to write has been halved.

Chapter 139: In the world of martial arts, only fast ones can’t be defeated

"You came here for the bounty?"

The flat-chested judge girl took a step forward, stood in front of Qin Wuque and faced the bald ninja, separating the two.

It wasn't that she wanted to favor one side or protect anyone, but as the judge of the High Table, her mission on this trip was only to use her power when Qin Wuque and others needed to temporarily suspend the hotel business on the mainland. As for other matters, they had nothing to do with her.

It’s like a normal person, if he can get off work at a normal time, who would be willing to stay and work overtime?

What’s more, there is no overtime pay.

"I'm not here for the bounty." Zero Eye said seriously, "I'm here for the Eternal Burning Eye Master."

"Heh... looks like this is your fan?" the silver-haired beauty whispered, with a barely perceptible hint of teasing in her eyes as her gaze shifted.

"I don't know when I got such a bald fan, and he's a man." Qin Wuque shook his head, "I only admit that I have female fans."

"But now that we're here..."

He stretched out his hand to push away the judge girl who was blocking his way. When his hands dropped again, two hunting knives gleaming with gorgeous luster appeared in his hands, spinning.