There were only a handful of snipers at this level in every country's database, unless they didn't use long-range sniping methods.
Otherwise, it would be hard to hide who had sniped who from investigation.
Although he couldn't confirm who the sniper was, he hadn't found out that the Holy Crown had contacted such a person.
Connecting it to the fact that the other party wanted to take back the position of head of the Camorra family, Luke had a theory.
Backdoor listing.
Perhaps someone wanted to reach out to the Camorra through the Holy Crown, and the positions of the twelve Masterminds would fall into their hands.
This was a good way to get into the High Table, and it wouldn't arouse suspicion.
Now that he knew who his opponent was on the surface, another question arose: What did Winston want?
What did he want by providing intelligence to Night Devil John?
Luke thought for a moment, then gave up on delving deeper.
Winston's scheme had nothing to do with him. He wasn't the real John Wick, nor did he belong to the High Table.
What he wanted was experience and credit points.
With John's old fangirl Jaina tipping him off, it wouldn't be a bad thing to have Winston as an informant.
Thinking that, he sent Jaina a copy of the information Winston had given him, and asked her to investigate the Holy Crown and send it to him.
In this kind of family infighting, the two "candidates" would always be enemies who knew each other the best.
Also, it seemed that he had something to do on his side.
He looked at the balcony.
In the stairwell, Perkins was wearing the slippers he had just asked the waiter for when he answered the phone. "Again? That's Night Devil. Do you really think he doesn't know anything since he threw my shoes out? If we weren't in the Continental Hotel, he would've blown my head off. I want to make money, but only if I'm alive. "
After saying that, she hung up the phone without hesitation, took out two wet tissues, and wiped it clean. Then, she threw it into the trash can not far away and walked away.
She regretted it a little now.
Provoking Night Devil for a million dollars, even if it was just to put down the surveillance equipment, was too rash a decision.
In the past, she had always thought that money could do anything, until she met that terrifying smiley face.
From then on, she knew what a legendary killer was.
Night Devil, a person who was not very famous in the past, was now recognized as a legendary killer.
This was because Night Devil John had killed the Fraternity's Legendary Assassin Sloan and more than ten famous assassins in a head-on battle.
This could only prove that Night Demon was stronger than Sloan, and much stronger.
Otherwise, why would the high and mighty table, which had always been talking about rules and regulations, not move at all?
Because the rules couldn't kill the Night Demons, but the Night Demons could kill the people who made the rules.
…
When night fell, Luke walked out of the Continental Hotel in his black suit, white shirt, and black tie.
He rested during the day and traveled at night, which was beneficial for him to operate on two fronts.
Although he didn't know when the attack would happen, his Danger Perception vaguely reminded him that someone might not be able to hold back and make a move.
He had to give these people a chance. Otherwise, where would he get the 900,000 EXP needed to level up 20?
These monsters that delivered experience to his doorstep were a solid foundation for leveling up. He would never complain about it being too little.
Moreover, anyone who dared to find trouble with the Night Demon would be worth at least 200 points, right? With that in mind, he disappeared into the alley.
Rome is an ancient city.
It had something in common with many American cities, such as the fact that there weren't many tall buildings in the city.
But compared with America, which was sparsely populated, Rome was much more crowded.
Small buildings with three to five floors could be seen everywhere, a little like some areas in Queens or Brooklyn in New York.
However, the culture here was deeper, and the houses were more artistic than the industrial buildings in New York that were hundreds of years old.
Luke didn't care about the artistic atmosphere here. After all, he was an art illiterate, and had never put any effort into art in either of his lives, except for performance art.
He only knew that this was a good place for an ambush.
As a world tourist destination, Rome had a lot of tourists wandering around the city even if it wasn't safe at night.
Also, there were a lot of buildings, and all kinds of sculptures could be seen everywhere. He often saw a figure in a dark corner, but upon closer inspection, it was a sculpture.
But that was only trouble for ordinary people.
With the drones in the air and his own abilities, it was very easy for Luke to detect abnormalities around him.
Looking at the piles of red dots projected by the polarized mirror approaching, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
There were a lot of people, and a lot of experience and credit points.
He walked into a place that looked like a small park. There was almost no one here, and it was very quiet.
The red dots around him had already sped up, and gradually spread out to surround him.
Luke knew what they were waiting for. He walked to the fountain in the middle of the empty park and sat down.
Almost the moment he sat down, a few red dots aimed at his head, chest, and abdomen.
There was no prelude or communication. After a simple countdown, a few snipers fired.
The silencer made the gunshots less obvious, but they could be heard clearly at night.
Some of the bullets hit the fountain behind him, and some hit the ground in front of him, but Luke had already disappeared.
The commander of the sniper operation wasn't surprised at all. He simply gave an order. "Northwest, in the direction of Team 2."
Luke moved quickly in the dark, but he still maintained the limits of a normal person, although his movements were very erratic.
Front, back, left, right, and back. The sudden change of speed caused the snipers' second shots to miss.
"Team 2, strafe." The commander gave an even simpler order.
With the sound of gunfire, seven or eight MP7s fired a barrage of bullets.
Luke dashed into a corner and quickly circled around before he continued to approach.
"He went over to the right side of the house," the commander immediately warned.
Puff! Puff! Gunshots rang out again, but all of them missed.
"He's in the house." Less than five seconds after the commander said that, a member of Team 2 reported in his earpiece. "Two members of Team 2 are dead."
"Four members of Team 2 are dead."
"Team leader and sniper are dead."
The three reports lasted no more than five seconds each, and six people from Team Two had died.
The commander frowned.
He had known how strong this guy was before he came, but it turned out that his estimation might not have been enough.
"Hold your ground. Don't stick your head out. Maintain suppressive fire," the commander ordered.
It was impossible to kill a legendary hitman without paying a price.
To deal with an existence like the Night Devil, they had to set up a trap and put him in an unavoidable situation.
For example, when he was on a plane, they just had to make the plane crash.
Unfortunately, they couldn't find the opportunity. Nobody knew how the Night Devil had arrived in Rome.
The only way left was to use human lives to set up a trap like tonight.
Thus, the commander's order was that all his team members could be sacrificed, including himself.
Tonight, they were expendable pawns.
Everything was for the sake of killing the Night Devil.
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