My lover is this organization

Qin Wuque was stunned.

At this time, the judge girl who was good at pacifying the world passed by him and glanced at this guy with a meaningful look.

"Let's go?"

"Um... oh."

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I woke up at 11 o'clock in the morning, and I still feel a little sleepy... The second update will probably be a little late. There are always one or two days every month when I sleep so hard that I feel like I'm in a coma.

Chapter 141 The Husky Destroys the House!

Camorra assassins poured into the art gallery through a corridor lined with famous paintings. The black suits looked like a wave and seemed to be filled with ghosts.

But the more they came, the more they fell.

If the combined firepower of the three of them before going to Rome was only enough to kill half a company, then now the equipment on John Wick alone is enough to kill an entire company. His firepower is completely comparable to those special forces from the Ghost Squad, and is far superior to some scum who are from the Strategic Homeland Security Agency but can't even kill a roadside bandit with a single volley of bullets.

Two pistols, an automatic rifle, a sniper rifle, a shotgun, and a large number of magazines and projectiles that are enough to pin a normal person to the ground... It's like an old mother who is so worried about her child going to college in another city that she wants to stuff even the pressure cooker at home into her bag.

In order to help reduce the burden, Qin Wuque was forced to carry a tactical belt that he didn't need at all. It was filled with parallel rifle magazines, which made him look like a big gold watch that gathered the power of all the Heisei knights and whose name did not want to be revealed.

"The enemy is here..."

At the end of the corridor, another wave of Camorra killers poured into the art gallery.

The killer who rushed in first saw Qin Wuque and others in the distance, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face, which was full of "I am Italian". He took out his gun and prepared to shoot while calling out loudly to his companions behind him. The corners of his mouth raised as if he had already seen the scene of him and his friends going back to collect the reward after killing the Night Demon.

But before he could finish his words, the next second, a white plaster statue of a human head came whizzing towards him and hit him hard on the head. The square corners around the base of the statue pierced his temple like a critical hit, and the huge kinetic energy brought by the heavy weight instantly destroyed most of his head.

The red and white substance instantly spread all over the statue, and then continued to fly rapidly backwards, knocking down six or seven killers who appeared at the corner at the end of the corridor.

"Wuhu~" Qin Wuque, who was still standing in the same position after throwing the bowling ball, couldn't help but cheer when he saw his gratifying results.

At first, he was still fighting honestly, holding the hunting knife in both hands and killing people one by one. However, after a silver-haired beauty took advantage of her longer pistol to snatch two or three heads in a row, he simply gave up his normal way of fighting, and began to lose his mind and act recklessly, and the weapons in his hands became more and more outrageous.

He gradually evolved from taking off the legs of tables and chairs to become a taiko drum master, to waving the entire chair directly, to holding famous paintings worth tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars to attack people everywhere, and finally he just started to act like Kratos, picking up the statues and smashing them, highlighting his simple and brutal way of breaking all laws with one force.

The three ninjas who had originally planned to watch their idols’ fighting style up close also went from being full of expectations in the beginning to gradually starting to doubt their lives.

There was no exquisite swordsmanship, gorgeous sword light, or true ultimate intention. There was only a random fighting method that was like a Husky destroying a house.

It makes people feel frustrated for a while, wondering what the hell they have been fans of for so many years...

Fortunately, the Night Demon and the silver-haired Queen of Arms are both very experienced in combat and can basically cooperate perfectly under any circumstances. Although Qin Wuque's operation of throwing statues around looked outrageous, it unexpectedly played into John Wick's hands.

He didn't even have to follow the Mozambique shooting method of shooting twice in the torso and then once in the head. Those killers who were knocked to the ground and struggling in pain by statues or famous paintings were just living targets for him. He only had to walk over, aim at the head and shoot. The only thing he needed to be careful about was that the killers who fell to the ground might suddenly pull out their guns and shoot without any martial ethics.

But if he could capsize in such a ditch, he would not be the famous supply man.

As the last few gunshots rang out, the entire art gallery finally returned to silence after the echoes gradually died down. Only the corpses lying on the ground and the gradually cooling blood told of what had happened before.

Qin Wuque and others finally passed through the entire art gallery and arrived at the end of the corridor.

Blocking their way was a person-high white glowing screen with an English poster on it that read "REFLECTIONS OF THE SOUL", which means soul mirror image, or the soul image exhibition mentioned earlier.

Probably in order to highlight the concept of mirror image, the organizer not only wrote this long string of English words upright, but also mirrored it upside down. The design style that echoes each other from top to bottom, coupled with a wisp of flowing red smoke on the black background, gives people a very cyberpunk feeling.

Low emotional intelligence is light pollution in a nutshell.

"So it's right here. It's really close." Qin Wuque said in surprise.

He walked around the screen and found that the so-called Soul Image Exhibition entrance behind the screen was nothing more than an automatic door like a vertical elevator. Perhaps to prevent someone from being able to see directly inside from the outside and thus being spoiled and losing the novelty, the automatic door was closed tightly and no one could see inside at all.

Out of curiosity that could kill a cat but not Deadpool, Qin Wuque stretched his neck and walked closer, intending to look into the bushes with his face.

As soon as he approached, the automatic door opened automatically.

In an instant, a strong light that was enough to make Edison ecstatic and furious shone out from the automatic door, directly turning Qin Wuque, who was stretching his head to find out what was going on, into an emoticon package on the mobile phone of an old man in the subway.

"I..."

The intensity of light coming out of the door is actually not very high, only about the intensity of an ordinary LED light, but it is quite dazzling.

Because this is basically a room made of mirrors. No matter whether it is north or south, west or east, it is all made up of completely smooth mirrors. When you look up, you see yourself; when you lower your head, you also see yourself; you are surrounded by yourself on all sides. Even people with a strong sense of space will easily get lost in it once they walk in.

"Is this a tribute to the fight between dragons and tigers?" Qin Wuque murmured while keeping his old man's expression on the subway.

The judge girl came up from the back. She didn't look at Qin Wuque but only looked into the automatic door. She said calmly, "That's why I said it's troublesome. As someone who has no idea about the internal structure, what do you think is the probability that you can find Santino inside?"

"Hiss, it's a bit difficult..."

Qin Wuque tilted his head, sucked his teeth slightly, turned around and left without saying a word.

Two minutes later, in front of everyone's almost dazed gaze, he returned to the automatic door with two human head statues that he had gotten from somewhere, his face looking ferocious.

"Smashed!"

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Chapter 142 Santino's Rise and Fall

Santino did not run far, he hid behind the layers of glass in the Mirror House, along with his personal female bodyguard.

Although the term "female personal bodyguard" makes it hard not to think of the classic phrase "a bodyguard is there when there is work to do and a bodyguard is there when there is nothing to do", in fact, the relationship between him and Ares is indeed just that of an employer and a bodyguard, and at most... maybe there is a little bit of brotherhood in it?

If you just look at the appearance, Ares's looks definitely meet the aesthetic standards of most men in the world.

Ares has a capable temperament, a beautiful yet heroic appearance, a slightly slender but perfectly proportioned figure, and the ability to show the maturity of an older sister when necessary. Even someone like Santino, who has enjoyed all the wealth and luxury in the world since childhood, finds it hard not to admit the beauty of Ares.

But unfortunately...his personal female bodyguard is a real lily.

"Hasn't Team Ares arrived yet?" Hiding behind a mirror with his back leaning against it, Santino gasped and tried his best to regulate his breathing. He whispered to Ares, who was standing beside him with a gun and hiding behind a cover, constantly looking out.

He may not be as wise as his sister, or as capable as his deceased father, but he was born into the Antonio family after all, and was given high hopes to be trained as the next leader of the family. He may not be the best, but he is definitely not a fool.

The retreat route has to be taken step by step. Even if you are being chased like a rat, you have to try your best to maintain your demeanor while walking on the street. Never run if you can walk briskly. As for running all the way back to the mainland hotel and then getting a room and wrapping yourself in a quilt to hide, that is even more undesirable.

If one fights and retreats while chasing and delays time until a large force of reinforcements arrives and kills the enemy, then he can probably be called brave and resourceful.

But if he directly fled back to the mainland and hid in a hotel... then he would just be running away, with no courage or strategy, just cowardice.

Ares turned her head and looked at him. Because she was holding the gun in one hand, she could only sign with one hand, and her hand speed was comparable to that of a senior ninja making hand seals - I have already contacted them, they should be here soon.

"I need a specific time." Cold sweat soaked Santino's shirt under his suit. He took a deep breath. In this situation, being able to remain calm was almost the best he could do.

Ares hesitated for a moment, then quickly poked her head out from behind the shelter and looked in the direction of the art gallery at the rear. After confirming that there was no one there, she carefully took out her cell phone from her pocket, turned on the screen, and her eyes lit up the moment she looked at him. Then she handed the phone to Santino.

Santino took a closer look, and the corners of his mouth, which had been tightly pursed, suddenly relaxed.

The phone wasn't even unlocked and was still on the screen saver interface, with only one text message alert on it and a line of small words written in the message bubble.

——Boss, we’re here.

The Ares team is Santino's biggest trump card besides the Antonio family. It is directly under him and is usually managed by his personal female bodyguard Ares.

Unlike those small-time killers in Camorra who can only be used to delay time, although the Ares team has only four people, each member of them has the strength that is no less than that of a top killer, and everyone's equipment is extremely luxurious. Even if they are said to be from a multinational joint anti-terrorist force that treats hostages as consumables, there will not be the slightest sense of incongruity.

As long as we wait for the Ares team to arrive, even the Night Demons will...

boom!

Santino's beautiful fantasy was interrupted by the crisp sound of glass breaking, followed by the sound of glass fragments falling to the ground like dense rain.

Admittedly, in order to ensure that many tourists do not suffer accidental cuts and bleeding due to slipping, dizziness or other reasons that lead to an unstable center of gravity while sightseeing, the officials of the Soul Image Exhibition specially used relatively strong and resilient models when customizing these glass mirrors. However, this does not mean that these mirrors are really strong and indestructible. At least they are far from being bulletproof.

But the question is, where did the sound of breaking glass come from?

Santino didn't understand for a moment.

But soon reality forced him to understand.

The sound of glass shattering came one after another, from far away and then far away at a very fast speed, and in between there was also the faint sound of someone's hearty cheers.

Although Santino couldn't see the specific situation, based on the noise he heard, it was not difficult for him to guess that someone was driving a Takizawa Rola around the exhibition hall, trying to find his hiding place by destroying the scene.

But... where did the steamroller come from? In this river?

The corners of Santino's eyes twitched slightly. He had no choice but to continue hiding behind the mirror, concentrating and holding his breath to reduce his presence as much as possible.

Suddenly, the glass mirror in front of him shattered, and Santino subconsciously raised his arms to protect his face to block it.

Through the gap between his crossed arms, he saw a statue being held by the head with five fingers and waving in his hands vigorously. The square base of the statue just brushed against his nose. If that person's hand slipped even a little bit, his fate would immediately become the same as that of the Camorra killer who was shot in the head by the statue in the gallery corridor.

And in the man's other hand, he was holding another statue!

He seemed to have transformed himself into a spinning top, holding a statue in each hand, with his arms raised horizontally and his body as the axis, spinning wildly in the exhibition hall full of mirrors. Wherever he went, the smooth and transparent mirrors turned into fragments.

“Dragon dragon dragon dragon dragon tornado destroys the parking lot!!!” Qin Wuque cheered loudly.

The figure waving the statue flashed in Santino's vision, like a dandelion in the wind. It was approaching with the wind in the last second, and was blown away to somewhere unknown by the strong wind from the other side in the next second. His mood was like a roller coaster, from a big drop to a small rise, then to a super big drop, and then suddenly a super big rise again.

The other party didn't even see me!

Realizing that his life was saved once again, Santino was filled with ecstasy.

The next moment, the mirror behind him exploded, and a powerful arm stretched out through the glass, covered with glass fragments and blood, but it grabbed...Ares' neck and lifted her off the ground.

The female bodyguard screamed and struggled hard, but to no avail.

Santino watched in shock, unable to do anything.

And he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he seemed to see that all the wounds on the bloody hand caused by the broken glass were healing at an extremely fast speed, and the glass fragments were squeezed out and fell to the ground as the limbs repaired and healed.

"Here's Johnny!"

Qin Wuque was reciting lines from The Shining as he walked around from behind the mirror to the other side. His right hand was still passing through the mirror, and his left hand was still holding a statue.

However, when Qin Wuque saw that the person he had caught was not Santino but a beautiful female bodyguard, an embarrassed expression flashed across his face.

He quickly adjusted his expression and nodded at the pale-faced Santino.

"Hello again, Mr. Santino. Have you arranged your affairs? You have fifteen minutes left."

As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots were heard in the distance.

Qin Wuque fell to the ground in response.

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It’s the third day without a space, and I miss it.

Chapter 143: Rice is so bad!

Gunshots rang out and Qin Wuque fell down. The statue lifted in the air and the female bodyguard fell to the ground almost at the same time.

In the distance, behind a mirror near the back door of the Soul Image Exhibition, a bearded killer in a suit holding an automatic rifle was cautiously leaning his head forward, holding the gun in his hand in the posture of aiming and shooting. It was obvious that the crucial shot that turned the situation around was fired by him.

As one of the four great warriors of the Ares team, Big Beard's shooting skills are very accurate. He can almost hit every target accurately when shooting at a stationary target at a distance of more than ten meters, and his shot is never fatal.

So, he successfully shot the leader of Los Santos in the head.

If it were in a normal film or TV show, this guy would undoubtedly be the protagonist.

If someone kills the old legend, then this person will become the new legend, no matter how unknown he was before.

Even if it's just a bargain, you might be able to get the title of the Emperor Engine.

But it's a pity...

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The sound of Ares coughing loudly while covering his throat brought the dazed Santino back to the real world from his excessive shock.

He finally reacted, reached out and grabbed the female bodyguard's hand to help her up from the ground, then straightened his slightly messy suit, forced himself to remain calm, and nodded calmly to the killer who was half hiding behind the mirror and on guard in the distance.

"well done."

At this time, Ares also calmed down a little. She pulled her hand back from her employer and hooked her finger at her team members. Four suited killers holding automatic rifles immediately appeared from behind the mirror screen like ghosts, and came to their boss quickly and silently, with the muzzles of their guns lowered, as if waiting for their punishment.

"Who is this, a Night Devil... He doesn't look like him?" The bearded man who had just successfully saved his employer with a single shot poked Qin Wuque, who had fallen to the ground without a sound, with the barrel of his automatic rifle and asked in non-standard English with a Mao-style tongue-twisting accent.

"No, you killed the Everburning Eye Mage." Santino glanced at him and said lightly.