At this moment, the fake Santino just ran to the back door, followed by several guests.
Before, in the hall, everyone was smiling while chatting about business with each other, and both the guests and hosts were having a great time.
Now a group of people are scrambling to get ahead, pushing and shoving each other, fearing that they will be shot if they run too slowly.
A Bentley was already waiting at the back door. The bodyguards at the back door came forward and escorted Santino towards the Bentley.
As a result, the five guests suddenly burst out with strength, and taking advantage of the brief gap when Santino and his bodyguards met, they opened the car door and rushed in, filling the Bentley to the brim.
"Drive, drive quickly!" a fat man yelled.
"Who are you? Get out of here." The driver looked confused and said, "This is Mr. Dantonio's car."
The fat man was angry: "Do you want to die? Night Devil John is here, he killed everyone in front. If you let Santino come up, Night Devil will kill you first."
The driver's heart trembled, but he still didn't dare to drive: "I can't drive until the gentleman gets on board."
The fake Santino also rushed over angrily: "Come down, do you bastards want to die?"
It was the fat man who spoke the loudest: "Santino, we are all partners, don't involve us in your own affairs. Just sit in the back car and don't hurt us."
Wang Defa! The fake Santino was furious, but he could only wave at the approaching Audi.
He had no time to deal with these people, as Night Devil John had already appeared and was killing people.
He is not the real Santino, and he doesn't have the habit of being arrogant and saving face. There is nothing wrong with him escaping in the bodyguard's car.
Finally, he got into the bodyguard's Audi and sped away.
At this time, Santino's Bentley driver reluctantly started to shift gears and prepared to follow.
A dark shadow suddenly rushed in front of the car, and the driver's hand on the gear suddenly froze.
The man in a black suit and slicked-back hair, holding a pistol in his hand, turned sideways to the Bentley and glanced at the place where the fake Santino was going away.
Then he glanced sideways at the driver and raised his gun: "Get out of the car, or you will all die."
boom!
The five people sitting in the back seat crawled out in a panic.
They didn't dare hide in there, because Night Devil John wouldn't mind beating them all to death in the back seat.
They can only hope that John the Night Demon will look down on them as insignificant creatures.
The driver was only half a second late, opening the door at the speed of light, and stepped back as he got out of the car, nodding and bowing: "Please, Mr. Wick, please, the gas is full."
The people sitting in the back seat also understood what was going on and nodded and bowed, "Mr. Wick, please, please, we won't waste your time."
Luke still had a poker face. He didn't even look at them. He got into the driver's seat and said coldly, "Close the back door."
The people standing on both sides of the rear door quickly reached out and pushed it.
Bang! Bang!
After closing the rear door, Luke stepped on the accelerator and the Bentley sped away.
The five guests and the driver trembled all over, bent over and looked up, watched the taillights of the car disappear into the night, and then they all breathed 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 constantly pouring out.
"I was so scared." The fat man took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead and face desperately. "Fortunately, I was smart and didn't let Santino get in. Otherwise, the Night Demon wouldn't waste any time and would definitely beat us to death in the car."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
The fat man was scared for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses: "I don't know what's going on ahead. Well, let's go check it out together? Our car is still in the underground parking lot."
Everyone looked at each other and felt that this was true.
Anyway, the Night Demon just left and it’s impossible for him to return immediately.
They don't have a car, so they can't run fast even if they want to. It would be better for them to go back quickly, drive the car and escape from this place of trouble.
None of these people are stupid.
From the situation just now, everyone can see clearly that this is a personal grudge.
Night Devil didn't even bother to say a word to them, and there was no need for them to step forward to help Santino block the bullet.
The head of the Camorra family? Haha, if he dies, he's nothing.
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Luke was driving after them. Although his car was going very fast, as a beginner driver he only used 50% of his ability and was in a very relaxed state of mind.
The fake Santino's escape is not too important.
The important thing is that someone saw the Night Stalker chasing him, and when Santino's body appeared, Santino was really dead.
Now, the real Santino is lying in space number two.
After the remains of the Destroyer were absorbed, a separate space with a volume of one cubic meter that could accommodate living things appeared in the storage module.
The first person to be stuffed into Space No. 2 was John Wick.
The second person who was stuffed in was Santino, who wanted to kill him.
There is always a sense of reincarnation and fate in worldly affairs.
But John can live and Santino must die.
While Luke was thinking about his actions, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number. "It's me. John Wick. I want to reserve a dinner for fifty-two people. The address is the Dantonio Museum. The meal fee is on the marble lion in the exhibition hall."
After finishing the call, he smacked his lips and said, "No wonder those killers have a hard time leaving the high table. You can take care of everything for them. All they have to do is focus on killing people."
Before executing a mission, you can get equipment information from the service provider at the high table.
After completing the task, someone cleans up the mess.
Even Luke couldn't say that he had more free time than these killers.
He had to collect intelligence and make equipment on his own.
Even if there is storage space when cleaning up, it is not as convenient as calling the "cleaning company" because you don't want it to be exposed.
Afterwards, there will be no nosy detectives to investigate.
This is the unspoken rule between the dark world and normal society, which keeps these fires belonging to the dark world completely away from the circle of ordinary people and does not affect normal society.
Sighing, Luke made a second call: "Santino is dead, do you need his body?"
The other party was silent for a long time before speaking: "If possible, leave his body intact. As his sister, I can at least give him a decent funeral."
Luke: "Ok, let your people pick up the goods at the designated location tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, he shook his head.
These two siblings... It's really embarrassing. If they really have such a deep affection, why didn't they do it earlier
Well, the Camorra is powerful enough for most people in the world to have such thoughts.
After all, it's not about money, but about the enormous power to call the shots in the dark world.
Thinking of this, he quickened his pace, and the Bentley spun out of the alley and slammed into a passing Audi from the side.
The Audi rolled several times in an instant and finally rolled into the flowers by the river.
The Bentley driven by Luke simply turned around on the spot after the violent collision and stopped steadily.
I have to say, luxury cars are good.
Such an impact only caused a small dent on the passenger side.
Then, the Bentley slowly drove to the side of the overturned Audi.
He opened the door and got out of the car. A moment later, he dragged a few guys with bloody faces and threw them into the back seat of the Bentley.
The Bentley quickly disappeared into the night.
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