bookbashuk Chapter 255 I was wrong, I will dare again next time
Chapter 255 I was wrong, I will dare again next time
"Alpha Team has lost contact."
The walkie-talkie in his hand was thrown out by Santino, and it fell to the ground and was smashed into a pile of scrap metal. However, this did not calm Santino's mood. At this moment, he was panting heavily as if he had been fished out of water. Angry.
The Night Demon is not dead, and as expected, as long as he stays within the confines of the Continental Hotel, he can't do anything to him.
but……
Jaina is not dead either.
Her personal bodyguard Cassian is her loyalist, but he is just a cutting-edge killer, not much different from John Wick, but just a little bit behind.
Under the legend, all the Dantonio family can be killed. What's more, Santino has used all the cards he can play this time. Nearly 300 gangsters and more than 20 professional killers have blocked the Holy Roman Cathedral. However, even so, the baptistery of the church is completely blocked. and the church sewer are like two black holes, whoever goes in will die...
Santino did not doubt Night Stalker's ability, but it was impossible for Cassian to kill so many enemies so easily, unless...
The Night Stalker has help.
Marcus? It is very likely that after all, Vigo is dead and his cooperation with Vigo has ended. Santino even suspected that Marcus was just delaying the night devil by taking over Vigo's commission at the beginning... But as a night devil, John Wick's mentor, Marcus, is old. Even if Marcus is cooperating with John, it is impossible for him to defend the church baptistery alone.
There are many mysterious people hiding in the darkness in this world, and there are many forces that can cooperate with John, but basically they will not fight against the High Table for John... And among all the killers under the High Table, the most qualified There were people who could compete with John, but they were few and far between.
As for who Santino can still recruit while Gianna is still alive...
No.
Even if he becomes one of the high-table seats, the most he can do is pay a heavy price to ask the people from the Yan Kingdom to take action. Whether he pays or not is his business, and whether he can help or not depends on the mood of the people in the Yan Kingdom.
Santino panicked as he felt a stagnation in his heart. He kept pouring the wine from the glass down his throat. The cold and pungent smell stimulated his nerves. At this moment, he had to find a way to solve the current incident...
If Jaina didn't die, he would be finished.
"Fear doesn't help you think, Mr. Santino."
Winston walked slowly over with a glass of bourbon with ice balls in it, and took a sip himself. It seemed that he was not planning to pass the drink to Santino.
Gianna D'Antonio is still alive and well, and you, Santino, haven't succeeded in inheriting the D'Antonio family. Why do you want me, the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, to pour you wine?
"I can increase the reward, Winston... but not openly." Santino said with an ugly face, "I need other channels to announce the reward..."
"Then maybe you can go to Bowery Street, you know, the underground king's place." Winston nodded noncommittally, "Mr. Bowery King might be happy to accept your reward."
"First it's the night devil, and now there's the beggar leader..." Santino grabbed his hair in annoyance, "Don't think I don't know! That old man is with John, you might as well tie me up to John Send it!"
"Whether you go or not is your business, Mr. Santino, I'm just making a suggestion." Winston smiled and spread his hands, "And I'm not asking you to ask Mr. Bowery to put a reward on John Wick's life... I ask you to seek refuge with Mr. Bowery, and maybe you can escape the fate of being killed by the Night Stalker, maybe.”
"Is there no one who can kill them? Damn it..." Santino frowned and said angrily, "How could this happen..."
"Who knows? After all, since John announced his retirement, I have never wanted him to come back..." Winston took a sip of the wine in the glass, looking like he was thinking a lot, although Santino couldn't see Winston at all. A sudden expression. "He is the strongest killer. He always kills cleanly and without leaving any pain. Such a killer is the best knife, but if the knife is too sharp, he will cut himself, Mr. Santino."
"Thank you for your kind reminder...Mr. Winston." Santino stood up slowly, straightened out his wrinkled suit, and restored his usual elegance, or rather, pretended to be elegant. "But I won't give up so easily."
"The King of the Underground...heh, the beggar leader has such a domineering nickname." Santino said casually. "I would like to know, facing tens of millions of dollars, will he, the noble king of the underground, bow his head for me..."
"The king never bows his head...Mr. Santino." Watching Santino walk out of the room, Winston drank the wine in the glass, and then said meaningfully: "But I wish you good luck. .”
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"I think your bath was in vain, ma'am."
On the steps of the church, Chen Yan squatted imagelessly, puffing away smoke. The skull next to him was chopped off, and the brains were splashed all over the floor. The empty skull was filled with the things Chen Yan threw in. Cigarette butts.
This also made Cassian quite dissatisfied with Chen Yan. He believed that Chen Yan's behavior was without honor.
But Chen Yan blocked Cassian's mouth with "Can your glory solve your master's troubles?"
"Carnage in the church...paste the walls with blood and flesh...smear the brains of sinners all over the floor, and use the sinners' heads as ashtrays..."
Gianna held a lady's cigarette, looked at Chen Yan quietly, and showed a helpless smile: "I have to say, Mr. Blood Dragon, you are considered a heretic to the entire Holy Roman Church. A hundred years ago you would have been burned at the stake as a devil."
"Please don't say that. I think your Son, Father and Holy Spirit will forgive me. After all, it doesn't matter to me if he doesn't forgive me. My soul is not under his control." Chen Yan shrugged, as if he thought of something wrong. With good memories, he said with a strange expression, "Speaking of which, there is Jehovah in the West, and we have God Haotian. They are both gods. I don't know which one is more awesome."
"I thought you didn't believe in ghosts and gods." Gianna D'Antonio walked over slowly and imitated Chen Yan in squatting down, but her skirt was a bit long and it didn't seem suitable for squatting, so she had to sit down. The blood-streaked ground.
"Gods and ghosts are just people with special powers. As for faith...faith does not necessarily have to be a substantial person or thing." Chen Yan took a puff of cigarette with an indifferent expression, and there was smoke in his nostrils. The smoke came out, "Besides, I haven't seen those guys who talk about being pious but do dirty things."
"After all, we Yanguo people really dare to send our children to Shaolin Wudang to learn martial arts, but you foreigners will never dare to send your little boy to a church to be taught by the priest's words and deeds."
A blush appeared on Jaina's face. She obviously knew what Chen Yan meant. She was very embarrassed at this time. If she had known that Mr. Killer was so good at talking, she wouldn't have mentioned any ghost beliefs and ghosts.
"so……"
Stuffing the cigarette butt in his hand into the skull ashtray, Chen Yan raised his eyes and looked at Jaina:
"What should we do next?"