A study at the Gambino estate.
The elderly Gambino sat in a wheelchair, a precious Persian cashmere blanket between his legs, half-closed his eyes and stared at the big screen in front of him.
With his drowsy look and face covered with age spots, no one would have thought that this old man in his seventies was a ruthless character who, when he was young, dared to shoot at the judge in court over a disagreement.
Connected to the surveillance camera at the entrance of the manor, a clear picture of Tang Song at the door was captured.
Seeing Tang Song's warm and even shy smile, for some reason, Old Gambino felt a chill down his spine and a creepy feeling.
"Mr. Gambino, I'm sorry that we failed to complete your order. Our people failed to bring the Asian back to the police station..."
Old Gambino answered the ringing phone with his skinny hands and listened quietly to the voice on the other end of the phone. There was no expression on his old face. Without waiting for the other end to finish speaking, Old Gambino hung up the phone.
His original plan was to use the police to detain Tang Song for a few days so that they would miss the arms bidding.
He didn't expect that the people he found were not good enough to do the job, and that the group of policemen who usually took bribes were also useless, and they actually let this Asian man come to their door.
It is said that the older you are in the underworld, the less courageous you are. Old Gambino has led the Gambino family for forty years.
He has experienced the glory of the Gambino family and also the family's plight when it was expelled from New York by Kingpin.
However, growing older does not seem to have diminished Gambino's courage.
Looking at the Asians in the surveillance video, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in old Gambino's turbid eyes.
He pressed the red button on the wheelchair, and soon a middle-aged man in a suit, with a slicked-back hair and thick hair wax, walked into the study.
"Father!"
The man placed his right hand on his left chest and saluted towards Gambino Sr.
"Willy, you're on duty at the Continental Hotel now!"
"Yes, father!" The man's name is Willy Gambino, the adopted son of old Gambino and the number one thug of the Gambino family.
"Put up a 50 million bounty at the Continental Hotel. Don't let this Asian walk out of Rome alive!"
Old Gambino patted the armrest of the wheelchair and spoke to Willy in a gentle voice.
"This arms order is related to the future rise and fall of the Gambino family. I don't want the family to perish in my hands.
Willy, the family is mine. Although Paul is my biological son, he cannot support the family. The future of the family belongs to you! I hope you won’t let me down! "
"Father!"
Willy seemed to be moved by Gambino Sr.'s words. He lowered his head and stared deeply at Gambino Sr.'s old face, which was full of vicissitudes of life.
"I have no ambition for the family. If it weren't for you, I would have died in front of the church. The Gambino family belongs to Paul, and I will do my best to assist him!"
"Okay, okay!" Old Gambino took two deep breaths, and Willy quickly squatted down and stroked his chest.
"Okay, I'm fine, do it as soon as possible!"
Gambino Sr. waved his hand. Willy stood up, bowed to Gambino Sr., closed the door gently, and left the room.
The moment the door was closed, Willy Gambino's eyes changed. His originally docile gaze instantly became extremely sharp, like a domestic dog turning into a wild wolf.
… …
Hotel Continental, Rome.
The hotel is decorated in a Roman style, with magnificent and luxurious decoration, and a huge panel screen is placed in the lobby.
This is certainly not for watching football.
From time to time, it displays a list of names, portraits, and reward amounts.
This is actually a killer mission issuing panel, just like the mercenary guild in the Middle Ages.
But the Continental Hotel is more like an open killer guild.
Several killers were sitting in the hotel bar drinking, their eyes occasionally scanning the information on the panel.
A bartender in a white shirt and tie was performing fancy cocktail making skills at the bar.
Continental hotels all over the world can be said to have scaled up the entire killer industry.
These killers sat in the bar openly waiting for business, and there was a police station less than 500 meters away.
It is obvious that there is a special tacit understanding between the Continental Hotel and the police station.
In a corner of the hotel lobby, John Wick, with long hair and sexy stubble on his face, was leaning on the sofa, holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand and taking a sip from the bottle from time to time.
Opposite John Wick, the snake girl Bina was looking around bored.
"John, I want to go to Milan, you go with me!"
Bina looked at the bartender not far away who was mixing a mojito in a fancy way, and said to John Wick with some boredom.
"I don't have any money!" John Wick shook the whiskey bottle, "I've spent almost all my money hiding from the pursuers!"
Although he was impatient, John Wick's eyes kept scanning the panel that posted tasks.
I want to take a mission as soon as possible, earn some money, and accompany Bina to Milan.
Although due to the mediation of an old friend, the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, and the fact that John Wick is really not someone that is easy to mess with.
After completing several tasks issued by the High Table, John Wick barely reached a reconciliation with the Continental Hotel and the High Table behind it.
However, John Wick's pension has almost been spent on purchasing guns and ammunition, intelligence, and asking for help.
He had no choice but to reappear in the Continental Hotel. As for why it was in Rome and not in New York, that is another story!
After all, he killed more than half of the assassins at the Continental Hotel in New York.
If John Wick still stayed in New York, even if he was a legendary killer, he would be shot to death in the back.
Bina also saw through John Wick's hypocritical nature and looked at him with a smile.
At this moment, a mechanical bell rang.
Several waitresses at the front desk quickly became busy, and one of them took out a document from the fax machine.
I handed it to another waitress at the front desk, who scanned and uploaded it, and another ringtone rang.
On the panel hanging high in the Continental Hotel, an Asian face appeared at the top of the list.
At the same time, the cell phones of all the registered killers in the Continental Hotels in Rome started ringing.
"Gudong, gudong..." After finishing the whiskey in the bottle in two gulps, John Wick looked at the face that appeared on the screen in the hall and frowned.
"*Guo Tang, why is he in New York!"
… …
At night, Tang Song was naked with only a bath towel covering his lower body, revealing his six-pack abs, and standing naked in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
On the big bed in the presidential suite, two lotus flowers are sleeping in each other's arms.
The reward from the Continental Hotel, Tang Song had a sneer on his face, the moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto him, seeming to bring a chill.
jingle!
The doorbell rang, Tang Song put on a bathrobe and opened the door.
"Boss! It's almost time!"
Ryan stood in front of the door, dressed in a tuxedo suit like a butler and wearing white gloves. The only slight difference was that he wore a bulletproof vest over his suit.
At this time in the corridor, eight bodyguards were also wearing bulletproof vests, holding prepared rifles and pistols in their hands. A solemn atmosphere permeated the hotel.
Tang Song walked barefoot on the carpet in the corridor, smoking a cigar as thick as a carrot, looking at several fully armed German men.
"How about it, can you hold this place after I go out?"
Lai En showed a relaxed smile on his face: "No problem, boss, they are just a group of killers, I will make sure they never come back!"
Tang Song blew out a smoke ring, thought for a while, took off the black jade ring from his thumb, and exhaled a breath of true energy.
A rustling sound was heard, and a small black snake stretched out its body, flapping its flesh membrane and began to fly up and down the corridor.
After a while, the little black snake landed on Tang Song's shoulder, coiled into a snake formation, and lazily spit out its tongue.
Tang Song took out a white jade porcelain bottle from his five-pocket wallet, pulled out the jade stopper, poured out a scarlet pill from it, and fed it to the little black snake.
"I'm not here. Listen to Lai En and kill all hostile people!"
Tang Song tapped the little black snake's head lightly with his index finger.
The little black snake shook its head when it was tapped, and vaguely understood what Tang Song said. It flew up with its flesh membrane flapping, and landed on Lai En's shoulder.
Lai En's expression froze, and he couldn't help but glance over at the little black snake on his shoulder.
Hiss! The little black snake spit out its tongue and stretched its head towards Lai En.
Lai En only felt the muscles in his shoulders tense up instantly.
Tang Song took out a thick stack of talisman paper from the Wuyin bag, took out three bone beads from his wrist, and handed them to Lai En.
"Distribute these fifty Vajra Talismans as you wish!"
"Skeleton Demon, don't use it unless it's a critical moment. This place is too close to the Vatican!"
Tang Song was not clear about the Vatican’s background, but a religious force that had been passed down for such a long time must have no shortage of extraordinary people.
It would be troublesome if this skeleton monster was mistaken for a dark creature and was killed by someone.
"I understand, boss!" Lai En took the bone bead and held it in his palm.
… … …
All roads lead to Rome
At this time, Tang Song was walking on the road of Rome. He stepped lightly and took a step that covered more than ten feet. It seemed as if the breeze was right under his feet.
Lie Zi rides the wind, so light and graceful!
The city of Rome was ablaze with lights. Tang Song easily passed the busy traffic. The night wind whistled, blowing the corners of his clothes.
With a flick of his sleeves, the wind-controlling talismans and invisibility talismans on the sides of his sleeves sparkled.
… …
In the bedroom of Gambino Manor, which is over 200 square meters, old Gambino woke up from the bed and touched his wet forehead.
Old Gambino pressed the alarm on the bedside.
Soon, two female nurses in their thirties came in pushing a tool cart. One of them skillfully wiped old Gambino's body, while the other took a new quilt from the tool cart and replaced the wet bedding under old Gambino.
By the time the two caregivers finished their work, half an hour had passed.
Old Gambino leaned against the head of the bed, looking at the dark night outside, thinking about the vague nightmare just now.
After thinking for a while, Gambino Sr. picked up the phone beside the bed.
"Father!"
Willy's voice came from the other end of the line.
Gambino Sr. asked, "Where are you, Willy?"
"Father, I'm in the hotel!" A busy voice came from Willy's side.
"The killers are about to take action, and I need to deal with the aftermath! Father, is there anything I can do for you?!"
"Nothing, just to see how you are doing!"
Old Gambino encouraged Willy a few words on the phone and hung up.
He did not tell his adopted son about his vague nightmare.
Just like the wolf king cannot show signs of fatigue in front of his wolf cubs, once the wolf cubs find out that the wolf king is old, the previously docile cubs will definitely not hesitate to show their fangs.
Old Gambino turned off the light in his bedroom, but couldn't fall asleep for a long time in the dark night.
… … … …
In a police station not far from the Bulgari Hotel, an Italian policeman on duty was watching the World Cup match intently. From his bloodshot eyes, it could be seen that he seemed to have placed a heavy bet.
Ding-ling-ling-ling!
At this moment, the phone at the police's desk suddenly rang.
The policeman glanced at the phone impatiently. When he saw the phone number clearly, he was instantly startled and quickly picked up the phone.
"Chief, okay, I understand, I know what to do!"
Soon, the police station closed its doors.
… …
Under the night sky, all kinds of cars gathered towards the Bulgari Hotel.
In the executive suite on the top floor, Lai En gently opened the curtains a little and looked at the sneaky figures downstairs.
Kaka!
Ryan loaded the pistol and screwed on the silencer.
At the same time, at the main entrance of the Bulgari Hotel, several beautiful ladies dressed as saleswomen walked into the hotel carrying bags.
The hotel security politely stopped them.
"Hello, these are the new clothes and bags we have in our store. We'll bring them here for Ms. Skye to choose from!"
The security guard looked at the familiar LOGO on the clothing bags carried by several women!
He gestured to a few people and let them go.
Because Tang Song and his group refused the hotel's room butler service,
Therefore, the security guard did not contact the upstairs through the intercom, but asked the front desk to call Skye's room directly!
"Hey, clothes and bags? Have you designed them? So soon? Let them come up!"
Skye, dressed in her bathrobe, yawned and picked up the phone.
She put down the phone and turned around to find that Fox was wearing a red dress and was playing with two black extended pistols in his hands.
"Fox?"
Skye looked at Fox Firefox with some confusion.
Firefox made a shushing gesture at her and pointed both guns at the door.
Seeing Fox's posture, Skye subconsciously touched the string of beads on his wrist.
There are a few white bone beads mixed in between the green and white jade beads.
… …
bite!
The elevator door slowly opened, and several beautifully dressed salesgirls, smiling in high heels, were about to walk out of the elevator.
At this moment, two black gun muzzles appeared in front of them.
The smiles on the girls' faces froze, and their hands subconsciously reached for the bags of clothes they were holding.
Before they could pull out the pistols hidden in the luxury bags.
Puff puff puff puff puff…
The silenced pistol fired rapidly, half the magazine was emptied, and soon, this group of "shopping guide girls" fell in a pool of blood.
Two big German men walked into the elevator and dragged the bodies of several women out of the elevator as if they were dragging dead dogs.
After picking up the body of the last girl, the bodyguard took a look at the camera in the elevator and fired two shots, blowing up the camera.
In the monitoring room of Bulgari Hotel, a security guard saw what happened in the elevator through the monitor. He felt a chill in his legs. He swallowed and reached for his phone with trembling hands.
Before his hand could touch the phone, a big hand suddenly covered his mouth from behind, and then a sharp dagger cut his throat.
The security guard's blood splattered all over the place, instantly dyeing the keyboard and surveillance screen in front of him red.
A man in a windbreaker dragged the security guard to a corner, sat in front of the surveillance camera, and called up the footage in the elevator a few minutes ago.
"Vincent, things are getting complicated, the target has been prepared!"
The man in the windbreaker was holding a cigarette in his mouth and contacted his companions: "Those poisonous spiders have been killed! How about finding a suitable sniper position!"
On the roof of a high-rise building opposite Bulgari, a thin man was lying on the roof adjusting the sniper rifle in his hand.
"The curtains are drawn, and the hotel windows are set to privacy mode. I can't find an opportunity for the time being!"
The man observed the situation in the hotel opposite through the sniper scope. He tilted his head and talked to the man in the windbreaker who sneaked into the hotel through the communicator on his collar.
What he didn't notice at all was that on the rooftop in the night, the air seemed to have creased imperceptibly as if it was refracted by the high temperature.
A big hand seemed to appear out of nowhere and covered the sniper's mouth. He died in the same way as the security guard, with a sharp dagger cutting his throat.
Hearing the sound like running water coming from the communicator, the man in the windbreaker's face changed and he couldn't help but touch his neck!
He was very familiar with this sound. It was the sound of blood spurting out quickly after the throat was cut, like the sound of wind.
The man in the windbreaker looked at the surveillance screen in front of him, listened to the friction sound of heavy objects being dragged in the communicator, gritted his teeth, turned around and left the monitoring room.
Rooftop!
After pulling the sniper aside and hiding him, one of Tang Song's bodyguards adjusted his shoulder armor and picked up the killer's sniper rifle. The air rippled and his figure quickly disappeared on the rooftop at night.
… …
At the Gambino family estate, Tang Song stood on the crown of a tall ash tree, overlooking the scene inside the estate.
At this time, the lights in most rooms in the manor have been turned off.
Only the small street lights reserved in the manor were still flashing, and from time to time, patrolling bodyguards would walk by with two large hunting dogs under the street lights.
The security patrols in the manor were very intensive. What Tang Song didn't know was that this was because old Gambino temporarily doubled the patrol posts because of the nightmare.
But even if Tang Song knew, it didn't matter. If a group of security guards could stop him, Tang Song would have no need to cultivate to be an immortal.
Tang Song moved and landed lightly in the flower garden of the manor.
Walking in the manor, bodyguards with hunting dogs walked in front of Tang Song. Both the bodyguards and the hunting dogs with keen sense of smell treated Tang Song as air.
Tang Song pushed the door of a master bedroom in the manor and walked in. The lock on the door was easily shattered into pieces by his true energy.
On the big bed in the bedroom, a naked young man was sleeping soundly with a big blonde girl in his arms.
The quilt was kicked aside by the two people, and Tang Songye saw two football-sized, white-skinned girls with his eyes that could see.
Tang Song was playing with a snakeskin wallet in his hand. He circulated his true energy and the wallet floated in his palm.
clatter!
The opening of the Wuyin Bag wallet opened, and a chain made of black mist protruded from the dark pocket.
The black mist formed by the Five Yin Black Evil Locks was like a python, binding the sleeping young man and dragging him directly into the bag.
The small wallet, which was less than the size of a palm, seemed to turn into a huge abyss in an instant and swallowed the naked young man directly.
The young man who fell into the Five Yin Bag had no time to react to what was happening before the restriction in the bag was activated. The Five Yin Black Evils twisted him, and he was instantly turned into a pool of blood.
Sizzle, sizzle, the Five Yin Bag made a sound like a baby sucking on nipple, and the pool of blood was swallowed up in an instant.
Tang Song, who had been using his spiritual sense to observe the changes in the Five Yin Bag, keenly discovered that after swallowing the pool of blood, the space in the Five Yin Bag expanded slightly, imperceptibly.
What an evil weapon! Tang Song put away his wallet and marveled at the wisdom of Taoist Master Yu Shan.
The magic spells recorded in the Heshan Sutra can be said to be unorthodox and have limited upper limits, and are not favored by some famous sects.
However, these spells are truly quick-learning spells, taking the Five Yin Bag as an example.
Ordinary Taoist and Buddhist monks who want to refine a high-grade storage bag must at least reach the Dancheng realm.
To refine a Five Yin Bag, as long as one cultivates true Qi and has enough materials and the blood of living creatures, one can have a storage device that can grow.
Of course, the Five Yin Bag is more than just a storage device. The bag breeds a Five Yin Black Evil, which is extremely yin and evil, and is capable of corrupting flying swords and magic weapons. It is hundreds or thousands of times more powerful than the woman Yue Kui.
However, it is very easy to get addicted to refining such a magical weapon.
As long as it is sacrificed and fed with the blood of living creatures, the space inside the Five Yin Bag will become larger, and the power of the Five Yin Black Evil will become stronger.
Ordinary cultivators simply cannot withstand such temptation and often kill people in large numbers to refine their magical weapons, only to be killed by passing sword immortals or swordsmen one day.
This is also called human calamity in the world of Jambu!
Of course, Tang Song naturally had no such concerns in the Marvel world. He seemed to have transformed into a ghost, shuttling through the rooms of the manor, turning each member of the Gambino family into dirty blood.
Creak!
Tang Song pushed open the door of the master bedroom and walked in, just in time to meet a pair of hawk-like eyes.
“Ahem!”
Old Gambino coughed and saw Tang Song's appearance through the moonlight. He coughed repeatedly to hide his inner panic.
"Mr. Tang, we in the Gambino family have no intention of going against you.
I can decide to give you the military procurement bid.
I heard that you have a grudge against Kingpin, and our Gambino family has always wanted to return to New York, so we can join forces..."
While Old Gambino was talking, trying to calm Tang Song down, his hand hidden in the quilt quietly reached for the alarm on the bedside.
Tang Song said nothing and watched Old Gambino's performance quietly. Just when his hand was about to touch the alarm, a black mist chain as thick as his arm tied him up and hung him up.
The Five Yin Black Evils shrank and pulled old Gambino directly into the Five Yin Bag.
… … …
The Bulgari Hotel at night looks like a giant beast crawling on the streets of Rome.
One after another, the well-known killers walked in, just like stones thrown into a bottomless pit, without causing any sound.
As his colleagues entered the hotel one by one right under his nose, they disappeared.
The remaining killers became more cautious. After a full hour, a middle-aged white man who looked like a dwarf walked into the hotel.
"He is the legendary assassin of Rome, Myron Walker, a mutant who can transform his body into a two-meter-diameter ball. It's a disgusting ability. Ordinary rifle bullets can't penetrate his skin at all!"
Not far from the Bulgari Hotel, there was a black Dodge parked on the street. John Wick was holding a silver flat wine jug and rolled down half of the window. He was watching what was happening in the hotel while asking the Snake Woman beside him about the killer's information.
"Do you think he can succeed?"
Bina lay down from John Wick and leaned her head to look at the Bulgari Hotel not far away.
John Wick felt the soft touch on his body, and his hand holding the wine jug trembled.
The snake woman felt John Wick's physiological changes, stretched out her forked tongue, licked her upper lip, and let out a giggle.
"I don't think so. Guo Tang is very mysterious in New York. It is said that even Jin Bing suffered several losses at his hands!"
On the other side, after Myron Walker walked into the Bulgari Hotel, he did not go upstairs immediately. Instead, he stopped on the second floor after walking up the stairs.
He took out his pistol and pulled the trigger towards the top of the stairs.
The fierce gunfire was heard outside the hotel, and soon attracted a group of colleagues who wanted to take advantage of the situation.
A hook shot into the roof of the Bulgari Hotel from a room in the opposite high-rise building. A figure hung on the zipline in the night and was about to slide down.
“Puff!”
The killer who wanted to fish in troubled waters successfully slid to the top floor opposite after two silenced gunshots and hung on the rooftop like a dripping flag, with blood flowing down the outer wall of the Bulgari Hotel.
"The gunshots came from the tall building opposite!"
John Wick is indeed a legendary killer. He can hear the barely audible gunshots clearly.
He looked thoughtfully at the high-rise building opposite the Bulgari Hotel.
"Da da da da da..."
A Hummer stopped in front of the Bulgari Hotel at some point. A shirtless, bearded man lifted a modified heavy machine gun from the Hummer, mounted it on the Hummer, aimed at the target room, and pulled the trigger.
The dense bullets from the heavy machine gun instantly turned the exterior wall of the Bulgari Hotel into a honeycomb.
Generally speaking, although the Continental Hotel is a semi-public killer guild, it also maintains a certain tacit understanding with the government.
There are some rules that killers in mainland hotels need to abide by, such as not using high-powered bombs in downtown areas, not causing too many civilian casualties, etc.
There are many unspoken rules, which are the tacit understanding between mainland hotels and the government.
Once one party breaks this tacit understanding, I'm sorry, governments around the world will definitely make great efforts to rectify this abscess in mainland hotels.
Many things that happen in the dark cannot be brought to light. Once exposed, even the high table behind the mainland hotel cannot hold up.
Most killers are used to using silenced pistols and sniper rifles, or at most rifles.
Few people use heavy machine guns in "assassinations".
At least John Wick has hardly seen it.
However, the heavy machine gun is barely on the edge of the rules and cannot be considered a violation.
The heavy machine gun fire instantly shattered the target room, outer walls, and windows.
Just when the killer who was waiting in the wings felt he saw his chance.
"puff!"
A sniper bullet went straight through the shirtless man's head.
The sound of the heavy machine gun suddenly stopped.
This gunshot not only made John Wick certain that the target had deployed a sniper in the opposite high-rise building, but many killers also realized this.
Many killers lurking near the Bulgari Hotel hid their bodies and looked for blind spots in the tall buildings.
Inside the Bulgari Hotel, Myron Walker took advantage of the gap in the heavy machine gun fire and nimbly rushed up the stairs on the first floor, approaching the target floor.
Myron Walker took a deep breath, and his whole body swelled up instantly, as if a big ball was covering his body, or even more like a bloated pufferfish.
With a strong roll of his body, Myron Walker, who seemed to be a solid ball of flesh, directly knocked the door of the staircase away, and he crashed directly into the corridor.
“Puff, puff, puff…”
“Puff, puff, puff…”
The German men who reacted quickly aimed at Myron Walker and pulled the trigger.
Myron Walker rolled his fleshy body, almost filling up the corridor, and rolled towards the presidential room regardless of the shooting of these big men.
“Puff, puff, puff…”
With such a big target in front of them, there was no need to aim the dense bullets deliberately; all the fire was focused on Myron Walker.
It’s just that the ball of flesh covering Myron Walker’s body was like a fat version of a bulletproof vest, and the bullets embedded into his surface were instantly bounced out.
"Change rifles!"
Lai En emptied the bullets in his pistol in one breath, threw the pistol aside, picked up a fully automatic assault rifle, aimed at the meatball in front of him and emptied the entire magazine.
"Da da da..."
Several German men threw away their pistols, took out rifles from their backs and fired at Myron Walker.
The flesh on Myron Walker's body instantly exploded with streaks of blood.
However, although the rifle bullets could break his body surface, they did not seem to cause fatal damage to him.
Myron Walker felt the pain and the ball of flesh rolled faster and faster.
The rapidly rolling big meat ball, like a meat and egg tank, crashed directly into Lai En.
Ryan took out a shotgun, aimed at Myron Walker's eyes, and instead of retreating, he moved forward, pulled the trigger, and was about to charge forward.
A black shadow suddenly flew out from his shoulder, circled around, and landed on the neck of the rolling meat ball.
Let's just say it was the neck. Amid the rustling sound of scales rubbing against each other, the little black snake revealed two hollow sharp fangs and bit the white neck under it.
“Shhh!”
There was a sound of butter being poured into a hot pan, followed by a shrill howl, and the fat under Myron Walker's skin seemed to melt.
The moment the powerful poison of the little black snake touched his skin, it corroded his flesh and blood at an extremely fast speed.