My lover is this organization

Chapter 145 Hello, let's kill someone

Qin Wuque wiped the remaining blood on the blade with the Ares team killer's suit and slowly put the hunting knife back into the scabbard.

He turned around and smiled at the stunned crowd behind him.

"Hey, time to get back to your senses."

"Uh……"

When the words were spoken, everyone's face showed a look as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Especially Zero. If you look carefully, you will find that the corners of this bald ninja's slightly wrinkled eyes are actually twinkling with tiny crystals, and his face is full of emotion, as if a devout believer has witnessed the coming of Allah with his own eyes.

The ninja disciples all bowed respectfully. He looked at Qin Wuque seriously, and said with admiration: "This is the real extreme speed."

"Sprinkle some water~"

Qin Wuque spoke with a smug tone, as if he had suddenly turned back into that lazy and detached young man.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he took out his phone and glanced at the flashing red dot on the map. His eyebrows immediately raised: "Wow, it's running so fast?"

"Santino has returned to the Continental Hotel?" John Wick reacted immediately.

Although he spoke in a questioning tone, his attitude was extremely firm.

"Yes." Qin Wuque put away his phone, clapped his hands and pointed to the exit of the exhibition hall, "Okay, then if nothing goes wrong, the next stop is the last stop. Let's... go?"

"No."

The person who spoke was Ninja Zero, who still maintained a bent posture.

"What I saw today is enough for me and my students to spend our entire lives trying to see, but we may not be able to even touch a little bit of it. This is enough. I believe that with your strength, the rest of the journey is just a simple finishing touch. Please forgive us for not being able to continue walking together."

"Well, okay, do whatever you want." Qin Wuque shrugged meaninglessly and did not stop him.

Then the ninjas took their leave and left.

"Oh, by the way, where is our sister judge?" Qin Wuque suddenly looked around.

"I am here."

Along with the voice coming from behind an intact mirror screen, the judge lady in spotless formal attire walked out from behind.

It turned out that during the fierce battle just now, she had been looking in the mirror.

"Oh, you're still here." Qin Wuque heaved a sigh of relief. "I was a little worried that she might be shot away. That would be really bad. I would have to ask the rich Roman woman to airlift another judge girl from Rome."

"Then you don't have to worry about that." The judge glanced at him and said, "If I am killed, the person who kills me will be regarded as declaring war on the entire High Table. If Lady Jaina is determined to expel Santino from the family, he will not survive for more than two days even if you don't do anything."

"No wonder... Hmm? Captain Qin, what are you doing?"

Qin Wuque habitually raised his hand to scratch his head, but his hand was grabbed halfway.

The silver-haired beauty took his wrist and turned it half a circle to the left and right, looking him up and down two or three times before frowning and asking, "Are you hurt?"

"It's just a fatal injury..." Qin Wuque opened his mouth.

"I'm asking where you are injured!" the silver-haired beauty asked again with a stronger tone.

"To be honest, I was shot in the back of the head."

"..."

After a moment's silence, Captain Qin took two steps back and his eyes returned to normal.

"I think you really have lost your mind."

"A little bit~"

Qin Wuque made a face, and noticed with his sharp eyes that there was something unnatural in the other person's leg movements when he retreated, and he couldn't help feeling a little strange.

"Hey, Captain Qin, are you injured too?"

"……No."

"But I think there's something wrong with the way you walk, Captain Qin?"

"You're wrong."

The silver-haired beauty's tone unconsciously carried a barely perceptible hint of nervousness.

"Okay, we still have one last thing to do, so hurry up."

"I agree."

The flat-chested judge girl said expressionlessly.

……

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The Continental Hotel in New York.

This is a building with a very distinctive style. It is located at the intersection of Pearl Street and Beaver Street in Lower Manhattan. The overall shape is a triangular straight tube. The main door of the building faces the intersection of three roads. The left and right sides are close to the main road. I wonder if people living inside will sometimes feel that the noise from the road below is too noisy.

But regardless of the hotel's living experience, at least it is really safe, otherwise Santino, that loser, wouldn't have sneaked all the way here.

Due to the limited design of the building's exterior, the lobby of the Continental Hotel in New York is far less magnificent than the chain's branch in Rome.

There is only one walkway connecting the gate to the reception desk. On the left is a smooth white marble wall with uniformed guards standing by the wall. On the right are public seats for tourists to rest. The reception desk at the end is surrounded by European-style iron security windows, but it does not look simple. Instead, it gives people a retro sensory enjoyment.

The heavy wooden door of the hotel was pushed open from the outside, and a group of people walked in from outside.

For a moment, everyone in the hall raised their heads in surprise and saluted.

These are indeed a group of extremely arrogant guys, and each of them exudes an aura of "I'm here to cause trouble" from head to toe.

The leader was a masked man with a hunting knife on his shoulder and another in his hand. He walked with his head held high, his attitude showing an unruly and uninhibited attitude.

Following closely behind was a silver-haired, cold-eyed beauty holding an M1911, her dark green eyes without a trace of emotion.

And...he is equipped with all kinds of heavy weapons and looks like he is going to knock down an entire company of Night Demons.

You should know that there are always two rules that cannot be violated in mainland hotels. One of them is that you are not allowed to kill people in mainland hotels.

Because of this, generally speaking, killers will tidy themselves up a bit before entering mainland hotels, hiding their guns and knives under their clothes as much as possible, so that they at least look like respectable people who make millions of dollars.

As for this group of people... they don't look like decent people at all. Instead, they look more like a group of desperate lunatics.

Everyone thought so, but no one dared to step forward to stop it. Even the security guards who were apparently responsible for maintaining the security and order of the hotel pursed their lips and said nothing. They tried to make their breathing as soft as possible, trying to disguise themselves as a background board of emotions.

It was not because they were timid, nor because the Night Demon was too famous and scary, but because they saw the legendary "Judge" among these people.

It represents the will of the twelve directors of the High Table.

Some people below have begun to speculate whether the management of this mainland hotel has some kind of conflict with the high-end table, overt or covert.

At the end of the corridor, the person in charge of reception was a well-mannered black man wearing a suit and glasses.

Qin Wuque walked to the reception desk in a casual manner, slammed the pair of hunting knives he had taken from Antonio's family on the table, and nodded politely.

"Hello, I need your advice. We are here to kill someone. Is Santino here?"

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Second update, second update~

By the way, I saw something outrageous in the group. There haven’t been any posts in the past few days, but it seems that an author has set up a reward for posts. For each post, one more chapter will be updated… I wonder if readers will chase him home and send him to the anorectal department? (scratching my head)

Chapter 146 The Continental Hotel Can't Save You

Qin Wuque's words were so powerful that the entire hotel lobby fell silent at that moment.

For a moment, everyone's eyes fell in surprise on this young man whose behavior style was somewhere between a chuunibyou and a psychopath.

In a mainland hotel, he bluntly said he wanted to chop someone down.

That’s great.

It's really too good, almost too good.

Throughout history, no killer has dared to be so presumptuous.

there has never been.

Behind the reception desk, a female clerk who was holding a large stack of paper documents subconsciously stopped walking. She stood there in a daze, her beautiful red lips opened as big as goose eggs in extreme shock.

That expression can be translated as - I have never seen such an arrogant person in my life.

Qin Wuque raised his eyebrows and smiled - you saw it today.

He chose to ignore the fact that he still had a funny yellow cat head mask on his face.

This person is really unreliable...

Miss Judge, who was tightly surrounded and protected in the middle with three angles, rolled her eyes in her heart. She stretched out her hand to push away Qin Wuque, who was blocking her way and openly and loudly shouting that he wanted to chop people in the Mainland Hotel.

"Step aside."

A dark blue gold coin was held between two slender fingers and placed on the counter. Miss Judge pushed the gold coin to the black receptionist who was responsible for handling various guest procedures behind the counter.

The black receptionist's eyes fell on the gold coin. He picked up the coin and looked at it carefully, and his eyes changed slightly under the plain glasses.

He has worked at the Continental Hotel for more than ten years, but this is the second time he has seen this type of gold coin with his own eyes, and it is the first time he has touched it with his own hands.

The last time I saw him was when he was attending the "on-the-job training".

Different from the killer gold coins issued by ordinary mainland hotels, this dark blue gold coin has neither golden wheat ears nor any gorgeous patterns. The overall style looks quite simple. Inside the outermost circle of the gold border is a circle of fine English letters, and in the center of the coin is an Ouroboros wrapped in a layer of gold, surrounding two crossed axes.

It is not like normal killer gold coins that can be used as currency or consumables with their own value. It represents more of an identity.

It means that the holder comes as a "Judge".

The Judge is responsible for conveying the will of the High Table.

That is to say, when the judge took out this gold coin, her power was enough to order all people below her to do anything without paying any reward.

In other words, as long as you are shameless enough, you can get the position of judge and use this gold coin to eat and drink freely in mainland hotels all over the world and do whatever you want...

Of course, there has never been such a shameless judge so far.

"How may I help you?" The well-mannered black receptionist handed the special coin back to the female judge, and spoke again in a respectful manner.

"Where is the manager of this hotel now?" Miss Judge took back the gold coins and said lightly.

"The manager...he's always here. He's waiting for you in the executive lounge, dear ma'am." The black receptionist said calmly.

"very good."

"Stop, stop, stop, Hashidou Sack!"

Just as Miss Judge was about to turn around and leave, Qin Wuque, who had just been pushed away, stepped forward, stretched out his big hand, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back, pushing her back to the reception desk as if showing a token. He tilted his head and stretched his neck to look over Miss Judge's shoulder to the black receptionist behind the reception desk.

"So you haven't answered me yet, where is Santino's grandson?"

"..."

The black receptionist hesitated for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"Mr. Santino went upstairs with his bodyguard to find the administrator ten minutes ago, so I think they should be with the administrator now, sir."

"Fine."

Qin Wuque snapped his fingers, completely ignoring a certain judge who was taking a deep breath to calm down her urge to hit someone. He then waved his hand vigorously and walked towards the elevator with a swagger, his voice echoing throughout the hotel lobby.

"Let's go and kill some people!"

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At the same time, in the executive lounge on the upper floor of the hotel, Santino, whose expensive suit was no longer as neat and tidy as before, was having a fierce confrontation with the manager of the Continental Hotel New York.

Well, to be precise, he was the only one who was engaged in the fierce confrontation, while the old man sitting on the sofa opposite him was drinking a cocktail leisurely and did not even put down the newspaper in his hand.

"Winston, I demand that John Wick's hotel membership be revoked immediately, right now!" the exasperated Italian young man reiterated loudly, his gesticulating appearance in perfect contrast to his previous self-proclaimed ability to strategize and control everything.

The elderly hotel manager slowly put down the wine glass in his hand and said leisurely, "However, judging from John Wick's performance so far, he has not violated any of the rules of the Continental Hotel. Therefore, neither you nor I have the right to cancel his membership, Mr. De Antonio."

“No, I do!” Santino gritted his teeth. “I am from the Antonio family. My sister is the boss of the Antonio family. As her brother, I have the power to ask you to immediately…”

"No no no, you didn't."