What? The Pope was assassinated?
Sandino's face turned green and red. Who would have thought that such a thing would happen to that big shot? Although the cardinal below will inherit the Holy See, the aftermath of this major event is bound to have a great impact on Europe, even if it is across the distance. The United States, a vast ocean, cannot be immune to this problem alone.
Moreover, in order to get a seat on the High Table Council, he sent John Wick to assassinate his sister, and the Pope died there. Are these two things connected?
Sandino couldn't figure it out. There was too little information at hand, and he couldn't figure out the connection between the two.
There is another thing. His subordinates told him that Ares was missing, and the planned killing of John Wick did not happen.
Fortunately, Gianna Antonio is dead. After this, he will sit on the seat of the High Table Council. In short, the goal is achieved.
Next, he told his men to carefully inquire about Ares's whereabouts, and took out his phone to dial a number.
"Please help me pick up the bounty center."
"..."
"I want to put a reward on someone."
"..."
"John Wick."
"..."
"9305-05."
"..."
"Turn on."
"..."
"7 million."
A reward is issued against John Wick, and Sandino hangs up.
"John, don't blame me." He looked at the Napoleonic war painting in front of him, with his left hand across his chest and his right arm standing on it, with a thoughtful expression.
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Jingle Bell.
Jingle Bell.
Jingle Bell.
Text message alerts kept ringing in the hotel lobby. The gentleman and lady on the chair talking about jazz and the old woman who was unhurriedly knitting got up, packed their things and walked outside.
Charon took out his phone, opened the cover and took a look, his expression changed slightly.
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Sitting in a booth in the corner of the bar on the first floor, Winston took off his glasses, glanced with drooped eyelids, then picked up the cocktail glass on the table and took a sip.
He was not surprised that Sandino would burn bridges.
At the same time, on a flight to New York, a middle-aged man with many age spots on his face and a gray beard and hair took off the hat that covered his face, took out his mobile phone and opened the newly received text message.
"Oh, 7 million. Let's start over there. I have to act as soon as possible. After all, the task deadline is 12 o'clock in the evening."
…
Two hours later, New York was shrouded in darkness. The high-rise buildings in the Manhattan Financial Center were lit up with neon lights, and all kinds of cars were passing by on the road, with horns honking and lights flashing.
In a villa in the western suburbs of Queens, Leona, the adjudicator of the High Table Council, sat behind her desk and looked at the Apple computer screen in silence.
She had just received two emails. The first one was the news that Gianna Antonio, one of the twelve directors of the High Table Council, had been assassinated by the "Daredevil".
The second letter was about the assassination of His Majesty the Pope on the same day. It also included several photos. Judging from the profile and body shape, he should not be a European, American or extreme religious killer from the Middle East, but an Asian.
Not to mention the possible management turmoil caused by the murder of Gianna Antonio, things on the Pope's side are even more difficult, because the High Table Council is bound to face pressure from the Holy See, and the balance that the two sides have tried to maintain in the past will be broken, and then there may be It is confrontation or compromise.
When the Pope was assassinated, someone had to pay a price, and as you can imagine, the price was definitely not easy to pay.
Ding dong~
Ding dong~
Doorbell rang.
Leona glanced out the window. There was a courier truck parked on the road on the other side of the fence.
She stood up and walked to the entrance and opened the door. There was a female courier wearing a baseball cap and blue overalls outside.
"Please sign here."
Leona glanced at the sender, signed her name expressionlessly, carried the box with a length and width of about 20cm back to the living room, tore off the tape on it and looked inside. It was a beautiful bronze box. , with carvings and patterns on it, as well as knick-knacks made with lacquer and gold craftsmanship.
No wonder it feels heavy in your hand.
She pressed the lock and opened the box, finding nothing inside.
"Are you curious why the courier delivered an empty box?"
The voice came from behind, Leona turned around and saw an old man wearing a top hat sitting in front of the stairs leading to the second floor, with a cane at his feet.
"Who are you?" She didn't know how he came in quietly, but her intuition told her that that person was dangerous.
The old man stood up, took off his hat, walked out of the shadows, and answered the question: "Soon you will know what this box is for."
The thing that Leona was most satisfied with was that she was more decisive than many men, so she didn't take it lightly just because the stranger was old. She suddenly turned around and ran to her desk as fast as she could, except for the notebook she used to work on. A computer, and a Glock 43 pistol for self-defense.
Just when her hand was about to reach the pistol grip, her calf was hooked by something. Leona lowered her head and saw that it was the crutch used by the old man. Seeing that she couldn't break free, she picked up the fruit on the table. The knife stabbed out at once.
She thought that the old man was getting old, and no matter how skilled he was before, he was no match for her. As a referee of the High Table Council, her skills were no worse than those of high-ranking assassins.
However, what happened next was beyond her expectation. The old man's hand circled around and made an unknown movement, leading the dagger to the left and stabbed into her left shoulder with a pop.
snort.
Just a muffled groan was heard, and a trace of pain flashed in the cold eyes.
Little did she know that the other party didn't give her a chance to breathe. He took her uninjured hand and slapped it on the desk, then raised the knife and dropped it.
There was a pop.
A dagger pierced her palm, pinning her to the desk.
"Do you know who I am?"
The adjudicator of the High Table Council looked coldly at the old man whose skill did not match his age. His eyes were full of threats and viciousness. Even when he was subdued, he still had a domineering look from a high position.
"Of course, High Table Council Inquisitor Leona, then do you know who I am?"
Leona didn't speak, her mood became heavier and heavier, because since the other party knew her identity and dared to do this, he must have come prepared. However, she looked calm on the surface, her eyes were equally cold, her short hair on top of her head and her face looked... Like a monkey always ready to snatch tourists’ backpacks.
With the next breath, the old man's face changed. The age spots and wrinkles slowly faded away. As the beard was pulled off, a handsome man's face appeared in front of her.
This incredible skill of disguise was second to none. She suddenly remembered the email she had just received. It seemed that the murderer of the Pope was the man in front of her.
"You are right, I was the one who killed the Pope, so in my eyes, your status as the adjudicator of the High Table Council is not much higher than that of a stray dog picking up a trash can outside the window, and...you know I sent What’s the purpose of your box?”
Lin Yue held her head down from behind and slashed her throat with a dagger in his other hand. The blood kept pouring out like water from an overflowing pool.
"Yes, that's for your head. Oh, that cost me a lot of money."
One knife, two knifes, three knifes, four knifes, from front to back, from slicing blood vessels to severing tendons, he was not like a professional killer at all, because he was too slow to kill and not fast enough.
Leona's eyes opened wider and wider, and when she wanted to speak, she only made a hoarse gasping sound, and every time she twitched, more blood would spurt out from her neck that was cut open by the dagger.
A minute later, the head with the disgusting hermaphrodite face was thrown into the box. Lin Yue picked up the white tablecloth on the table, wiped the blood spattered on his hands, and pushed the bronze box out of the room. door to go out.
It's going to be a long night for some of you.
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It's raining.
The sound of rushing water echoed throughout the street.
A Ford Mustang BOSS429 stopped in front of a food stall with two red light boxes for "Heike". The door opened, a leather shoe broke through two centimeters of water, and he walked towards the lights on the opposite side.
After three or five breaths, the owner of the leather shoes sat on the chair in front of the counter.
The cat lying on the counter stood up, walked up to him, licked the back of his hand, and meowed twice.
The bald man at the food stall frowned and glanced at him, a little surprised by the cat's reaction, but without stopping, he pushed a plate with a piece of tuna sashimi in front of the customer.
"Please use."
After saying this, Bald Head continued to deal with the puffer fish.
The knife is very sharp and can easily cut open the belly of the fish, pick out the bone spurs, cut off the poisonous parts and tail, and cut off small pieces of tender meat.
"Good knife skills." At this time, the customer sitting across from the food stall spoke. After finishing his work, he reached down with his hand and put something on the counter when he came out.
After looking at the bald head, his pupils suddenly shrank.
(End of chapter)
