In the Continental Hotel in New York, Winston looked at Charon in horror. "What did you say?"
Charon's usually calm face also had a bitter smile. "Just now, Mr. Wick entered the Dantonio Museum alone and killed all 52 of Santino's bodyguards. Santino fled in a car with four bodyguards, but their car was found wrecked by the Hudson River with no one in it. According to several street surveillance cameras, Mr. Wick also drove the Bentley into the area, but no one saw him take Santino away. "
Winston frowned and immediately took out his phone and dialed a number. "Jonathan, you'd better not kill Santino."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, then a voice said, "But he wants to kill me."
Winston's head hurt. "But he's about to become the head of the Camorra family."
"So, I don't want to wait until he becomes the head of the high table before I make a move. Oh right, he also found two famous killers from the Fraternity tonight, Night Wolf and White Pigeon. Winston, please tell Sloan that this isn't over. "
At this point, he hung up the phone.
Charon looked at his expression and asked, "What's wrong, sir?"
Winston exhaled. "Santino found two killers from the Fraternity to ambush Jonathan. He asked me to tell the Fraternity to wait for his revenge."
Charon's eyes widened. "What?"
Winston put his hand to his forehead. "Tarasov, Camorra, the Fraternity. He's offended the three heads of the high table. Is he trying to kill all the mainframes at the high platform table? "
Charon was speechless.
The Tarasov family had provoked John. There was nothing they could do about it.
After Vigo of the Tarasov family died, his younger brother became the head of the family.
Apparently, the new head of the Tarasov family had just become one of the twelve heads of the high table when John killed him in his private office and put a gun in front of him. After the two of them had a drink, John left.
After that, the incident became a rumor.
The new head of the Tarasov family firmly denied that it had happened and insisted that his brother Vigo had died of a cerebral hemorrhage due to high blood pressure.
Even Winston could not help cursing your brother Vigo when he heard the news. He must have had one of those head-splitting haemorrhages, hadn't he?
Barely two days had passed before Hardedef went to kill the Camorra's first heir, Jaina. It was said that he had caused another "cerebral hemorrhage" with a single shot.
Now, Santino, the second-in-line successor to Camorra, would probably die of a brain hemorrhage.
Winston smiled bitterly. Listening to the busy tone of the phone repeatedly dialing, he finally gave up.
Night Devil John was not the type to listen to advice.
Simple, violent, and direct. Killing all enemies was the Night Demons' way of doing things.
Santino, on the other hand, had made himself the enemy of the Night Demon.
It would be a waste of youth if one did not seek death! Santino, you are still too young! As Winston thought of this, he could not help but gloat a little.
Santino's territory was in New York, and he wasn't someone who respected the old and loved the young. Did he really think that Winston wanted him alive?
Winston simply did not want John to do it.
Of course, John was probably the only one who dared to act so cleanly.
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North Bergen, 17th textile factory.
Sloan put down the phone with a gloomy expression and looked up at the people in the office. "Night Wolf and White Pigeon are dead. John Wick killed them and got Winston to pass a message. It looks like he's going against us. "
The people in front of him frowned.
Sloan looked at everyone's expressions, and his gaze fell on an indifferent, wild, and charming woman. "Firefox, what do you think?"
Firefox shook her head indifferently. "I've heard of the Night Demon. If we were to fight him, the odds of winning or losing are fifty-fifty. It wouldn't be surprising for anyone to die. But, how did he kill Night Wolf and White Pigeon by himself? "
Everyone's expressions turned even uglier.
In fact, this statement was already gilding their faces.
Previously, they had all thought that a famous killer from the Fraternity would have at least a sixty to eighty percent chance of winning against a Night Demon in a one-on-one fight.
But the truth was that the Night Demon had killed two of them alone, and he had even dared to say that he was not finished with the Fraternity.
This meant that Night Devil John had probably won an overwhelming victory, and not a lose-lose battle with Night Wolf and White Pigeon.
With this kind of strength, even when the Cross was around, they wouldn't dare say that they could win.
After all, the Cross was best at setting up traps and long-range sniping, and Night Devil John's battle record had always been head-on.
Against the Cross, everyone was most afraid of being shot dead in one shot, but it wouldn't be a big problem if they hid in a safe house when they were resting.
But against Night Devil John, they would be crushed even if it was one against two. They couldn't always maintain a group of three every time they went out, could they?
Thinking of this, everyone's hearts were extremely heavy.
Sloan's old face didn't show much expression, but he was hesitating. Maybe he should ask the big boss for help? Once the Cross and Night Devil attacked the Fraternity at the same time, the dozen or so famous killers wouldn't last for two months.
Immediately after, he dispelled this thought and looked at Firefox. "Let Wesley begin! Go find the Cross. We can't be attacked on both sides. "
Firefox frowned. "He's still a long way off."
Sloan looked at her deeply. "We don't have time. We can only try. Don't forget, that kid is just bait. "
Firefox's eyes flickered, but she didn't say anything. She turned and left.
…
The next day, the sky was overcast and it was drizzling.
Luke, however, was in a good mood.
Last night, there had been fifty-two bodyguards in the museum, five bodyguards accompanying the fake Santino, and twelve bodyguards in the underground living room, as well as Santino and the short-haired female bodyguard.
The average experience and credit points of the bodyguards were just over 200, and weren't very high.
The short-haired female bodyguard, on the other hand, was an elite mini-boss, worth 1,500 experience and credit points, while Santino, the weak boss, was worth 5,000 experience and credit points.
The short-haired female bodyguard had probably killed countless people herself.
Santino, on the other hand, had probably planned and done too many bad things. Although he hadn't personally killed many people, he had definitely ordered them to.
That was why the experience and credit points were so high.
As for the two famous killers from the Fraternity, Night Wolf provided 1,000 experience and credit points, and White Pigeon provided 800.
Although they were killers, they clearly took the high-end route. They might not be as frequent as the short-haired female bodyguard, but their experience and credit points were more than enough.
At that moment, in the system, the host's experience had reached 273400/300000.
Credit points: 289400
The experience and credit points were delightful, but there wasn't much progress in his abilities.
As a famous killer from the Fraternity, Night Wolf and White Pigeon's abilities were pretty much the same, and they weren't as good as Mr. X, whom Luke had long since disappeared.
The abilities of the other bodyguards and Santino were even more lackluster.
Luke's gains on this trip could only be considered to be within expectations; there were no surprises.
Drinking his coffee, Luke looked at the hazy drizzle outside the window and wondered where he could get the 20,000 experience points he needed to level up.
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