An hour later, Selina drove to the lab in Nassau County.
After entering the door, she quickly walked to the workshop.
Gold Nugget, on the other hand, looked at a silly gray dog in a corner. "Awoo?"
The silly dog stared at the new species that was looking down on it with its adorable eyes. It stretched out its nose and sniffed. "Wu, wu, wu!"
Satisfied, Gold Nugget stretched out its front paw and rubbed the dog's head with a smile. "Awoo!"
While the two dogs were establishing a master-slave relationship, the workshop on the other side was already closed.
However, the workshop wasn't shielded, and people outside could see what was going on inside.
Selina activated the communicator. "Did he agree?"
She couldn't help but look back. What the hell was going on with the dog? Wasn't he afraid of being shot in the head by a dog lover in the future?
Luke was commanding Osiris, the medical AI program, to use a medical mechanical arm to cut John Wick up and down on the stage.
Hearing that, he shrugged. "In terms of physics, he agreed."
Selina was confused. "In terms of physics?"
Luke coughed. "I subdued him and injected him with a tranquilizer."
Selina said disdainfully, "Isn't it just beating him up … I know how to do that too."
Luke said, "I can't be bothered. If he still doesn't accept my offer after he wakes up, he can die. "
Hearing this, Selina felt that it was normal.
She had already looked into John Wick's background. He had been a hitman for many years, and the number of innocent people who had died at his hands wasn't high, but it wasn't low either.
He wasn't crazy, but it wouldn't be an injustice to shoot him dead.
Out of consideration, Luke still kept him alive.
Luke had killed 126 elite hitmen in one go last time, and had accumulated a lot of experience and credit points.
If John really went to the Continental Hotel to report V, he would automatically be playing the role of Weasel's bartender in the last time the hitman squad was wiped out.
If a large number of hitmen died, it wouldn't be Luke's business how the Continental Hotel dealt with John Wick.
Luke wasn't a petty person.
John had turned down Santino's request to kill because he wanted to live a peaceful life.
If he chose to work with Luke, he would be a completely different person. He would live the rest of his life with a new identity, and no one would come looking for him to kill again.
The two paths were there.
Whether it was an easy life or a painful death, it all depended on John's heart.
As he watched the medical arm work, Luke said to Selina, "I'll go to Rome in two days."
Selina wasn't too surprised. "In other words, I need to drive your car around the streets of New York a few times when I'm free?"
Luke said, "Okay, I'll try to be back as soon as possible. You just need to pass by under the surveillance cameras. However, the torso part of the Thousand Faces System has not been completed, and the problem of the body shape has not been solved. It's also your first time pretending to be me, so just do it. "
Selina asked, "What mission did John Wick take this time? I still have to go to Rome. "
Luke said, "Behind the Continental Hotel is the High Table.
You know that, right? "
Selina nodded. The two of them had found some clues about the high table, but it was very limited.
He only knew that the High Table was similar to a board of directors, and the Continental Hotel was just one of the properties of the High Table.
"The Camorra family, one of the twelve Masterminds of the High Table, is dead. He left the seat at the High Table to his eldest daughter, Gianna D 'Antonio. His youngest son, Santino, wants the seat, so he's looking for Night Demon to kill his sister. " Luke said, "His sister will hold an official" coronation "ceremony in Rome in five days, and she will be officially recognized by the other Masterminds at the High Table. If Santino kills her then, the other Masterminds might come after him, and it'll be very difficult for him to become one of the twelve Masterminds. "
Selina snorted. "What's the point of these people living? They preach about their families, but they don't hesitate to kill their own families for power and money. "
Luke said, "They're big shots in the dark side, not politicians. The rules of the industry are much looser than the law. The higher the position, the more power they have, and the fewer restrictions they have. Once they lose respect for the outside world and their own hearts, it's only a matter of time before they lose their humanity. "
Being unbridled wasn't a good thing.
Some people might be able to be unbridled for decades, but one day, when they met someone or a group that was even more powerful and unbridled, they would die even faster.
Santino had a lot of "ideals," but even if he really succeeded, he would still be the subject of ridicule, and people would use the opportunity to suppress him when he entered the High Table.
Furthermore, his father had chosen his sister, Gianna. Gianna's abilities and influence wouldn't be any weaker than Santino's, and might even be stronger.
Even if Santino got the seat, wouldn't Gianna's hardcore subordinates fight back?
Fighting back in public was still a light punishment. It was more likely that many people would pretend to agree but oppose in secret, and purposely cause trouble. It would be strange if it didn't take a few years.
Of course, Santino had to do this.
If he didn't, he wouldn't be able to be the boss of the Camorra family.
For some people, the best outcome was for them to have power for themselves.
As long as his sister died, that was good.
…
It took less than an hour for John's facial surgery, which was mainly done using nanomaterials.
Unlike the nano-masks, which were attached to the surface, this surgery implanted nanomaterials under the skin or even close to the bones, changing the facial features and body contours from the inside out.
John Wick still looked very handsome, but at first glance, he didn't look like his original appearance at all.
The edges of his face were even more pronounced, and the Oriental charm was basically gone. It was a classic Western handsome face.
After the plastic surgery, there was still a lot of time left for general anesthesia. Luke took the opportunity to give him a set of drugs, hypnosis, and Mental Communication.
Half an hour later, John's psychological defenses were broken, and Luke handed the interrogation over to Sponge.
This smart program would extract all the information John knew from the most serious to the least serious, and would keep a file.
This work would be completed in two days, just in time for Luke to go to Rome for "personal work."
Previously, Luke hadn't known much about the High Table at the back of the Continental Hotel.
But from Santino's commission, he had sensed a brand new, massive dark world.
The Continental Hotel was just an entrance to this world, not the main one.
At first, Luke had only wanted to take advantage of the Continental Hotel.
But now, the intelligence proved that the Continental Hotel itself was just a handful of wool.
The real fat sheep was the High Table.
As more and more information came out of John Wick, Luke was pleasantly surprised.
That was because he realized once again that the High Table and the Twelve Masterminds weren't fat sheep. At most, they were the fattest of countless fat sheep.
Simply put, the High Table and the Continental Hotel had already formed a relatively complete economic system in the dark world.
Just like how paper money wasn't linked to the value of the paper itself, the gold coins used in the Continental Hotel weren't the value of the gold itself.
It actually represented a form of 'credibility', a form of 'interpersonal relationship', and was a currency used in the Underworld.
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