At that moment, the fake Santino had just run to the back door with a few guests behind him.
Earlier in the hall, everyone had been smiling when they were flattering each other, and the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves.
Now, a group of people were pushing and shoving each other, afraid that they would be shot if they were too slow.
A Bentley was already waiting at the back door. The bodyguards at the back door came forward and escorted Santino to the Bentley.
In the end, five guests suddenly sprang into action. Taking advantage of the brief moment when Santino and the bodyguards met up, they opened the door and swarmed in, filling up the Bentley.
"Drive, hurry up and drive!" a fat man roared.
"Who are you? Get out of here. "The driver was confused." This is Mr. Dantonio's car. "
The fat man was furious. "Do you want to die? Night Devil John is here. He killed everyone in front of him. If you let Santino in, Night Devil will kill you first. "
The driver's heart trembled, but he still didn't dare drive. "I can't drive without Sir."
The fake Santino also rushed over in exasperation. "Get out. Do you b * stards want to die?"
It was the fat man who spoke the loudest. "Santino, we're all partners. Don't drag us into your own business. Sit in the car behind us. Don't get us into trouble. "
Wang Defa! The fake Santino was furious, but he could only wave at the Audi that was driving over.
He didn't have time to care about these people. Night Devil John had already appeared and was on a killing spree.
He wasn't the real Santino, and he didn't have the habit of putting on airs or putting on airs. It wasn't a big deal for him to escape in the bodyguard's car.
Finally, he got into the bodyguard's Audi and sped away.
At that moment, the driver of Santino's Bentley had no choice but to shift and follow.
However, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of the car, and the driver's hand froze.
A man in a black suit with slicked-back hair held a gun in his hand. He turned to the side of the Bentley and looked in the direction that the fake Santino had gone.
Then, he glanced at the driver and raised the gun in his hand. "Get out, or you'll all die."
Boom!
The five people in the back row crawled out in terror.
They didn't dare to hide inside. Night Devil John didn't mind killing them all in the backseat.
They could only hope that Night Devil John would not be interested in them.
The driver was only half a second late. He opened the door at the speed of light, got out, and bowed. "Please, Mr. Wick, please. The gas is full."
The people in the back also came to a sudden realization. They all nodded and bowed. "Mr. Wick, please, please. We won't take up any more of your time."
Luke didn't even look at them. He simply sat in the driver's seat and said coldly, "Close the backseat."
The people standing on both sides of the back door hurriedly reached out and pushed.
Bang! Bang!
Closing the backseat door, Luke stepped on the gas, and the Bentley sped off.
The five guests and the driver shuddered. They bowed and raised their heads, watching the taillights disappear into the night. Only then did they heave a sigh of relief.
At this moment, everyone realized that the cold sweat on their foreheads and backs had turned into hot sweat and was gushing out incessantly.
"I was scared to death." The fatty took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead and face desperately. "It's a good thing I was smart enough not to let Santino come up. Otherwise, the Night Devil wouldn't have wasted so much time. He would've definitely killed us all in the car."
Everyone couldn't help but nod in agreement.
After a moment of fear, the fatty suddenly came back to his senses. "I wonder what's going on up ahead. Hm, let's go take a look together? Our car is still in the underground parking lot. "
Everyone looked at each other and felt that he was right.
In any case, the Night Devil had just left, and couldn't return immediately.
They didn't have a car, and couldn't run fast even if they wanted to. They might as well go back and get out of this troublesome place.
None of them were idiots.
Based on the situation just now, everyone could see that this was a personal grudge.
The Night Devil couldn't even be bothered to say anything to them. There was no need for them to take the bullet for Santino.
The head of the Camorra family? Hehe, he was nothing if he was dead.
…
Luke gave chase. Although he was going fast, he was only using 50% of his full strength in Elementary Driving, and was very relaxed.
The fake Santino's escape wasn't too important.
What was important was that someone had seen the Night Devil chase him, and when Santino's body appeared, Santino was really dead.
Right now, the real Santino was lying in Space 2.
After the Destroyer's remains were absorbed, there was an additional space in the storage module with a cubic volume that could accommodate living things.
The first person to be stuffed into Space 2 was John Wick.
The second person to be stuffed in was Santino, who had wanted to kill him.
There was always a sense of karma in the world.
But John could live, and Santino would die.
Pondering what he had just done, Luke took out his phone and dialed a number. "It's me. John Wick, I want to order dinner for 52 people at the D 'Antonio Museum. The payment is on the marble lion in the exhibition hall. "
After the call, he smacked his lips. "No wonder those hitmen can't leave the high table. They can take care of everything for you. They just need to focus on killing people. "
Before carrying out a mission, they could get equipment information from the high table service provider.
After the mission was completed, someone would clean up the mess.
Even Luke couldn't say that he had more free time than these hitmen.
He had to gather intelligence and make equipment himself.
Even if he had a storage space, he wouldn't want to expose it. It would be far more convenient to call the "cleaning company."
After that, there wouldn't be any nosy detectives who would come to investigate.
This was the unspoken rule between the dark side world and normal society. It was to keep these people who belonged to the dark side world away from the circle of ordinary people and not affect normal society.
Sighing, Luke made a second call. "Santino's dead. Do you need his body?"
After a long silence, the other party said, "If possible, leave his body intact. As his sister, I can at least give him a decent funeral."
Luke said, "Okay, have your men pick up the goods at the designated location tomorrow."
After hanging up, he shook his head.
This sister and brother … were really awkward. If they really had such deep feelings for each other, why didn't they do it earlier?
Fine, the Camorra was powerful enough for most people in the world to have such thoughts.
After all, it wasn't about money, but the enormous power to do whatever they wanted in the dark side world.
Thinking that, he sped up, and the Bentley swerved out of the alley and slammed into a passing Audi from the side.
The Audi rolled several times before it finally rolled into the flowers by the river.
Luke's Bentley, on the other hand, only turned around after the violent collision before coming to a steady stop.
It had to be said that luxury cars were great.
This kind of impact only caused a small dent on the front passenger seat.
Then, the Bentley slowly drove up to the overturned Audi.
He opened the door and got out. A moment later, he dragged a few guys whose faces were covered in blood and threw them into the backseat of the Bentley.
The Bentley quickly disappeared into the night.
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