The heavens begin with the king of gotham

Chapter 51 Target: The Pope!
  "You rejected his blood contract. You should be lucky that he only burned your house."

"Why did you think of giving a blood contract to someone like Santino D'Antonio?"

In the garden of the Continental Hotel, even Winston couldn't help but complain.

There are many assholes in this world, and Santino is the best among them, especially since he is in a high position and has power.

This kind of person is afraid of getting hurt when dealing with him, let alone doing something for him unconditionally.

"I had no other choice, it was the only way I could get out."

John explained.

"You call this getting away?"

Winston looked at the disgraced John and felt that his words were really unconvincing.

"What did he ask you to do?" Winston changed the subject.

"I didn't ask, I just refused."

Winston sighed and held up two fingers.

"There are two rules you must never break, Jonathan."

"No killing is allowed in the Continental Hotel. Every blood contract must be completed."

"My punishment is just to be kicked out of the Continental Hotel, but if I violate the tradition of the high table, the consequences will be serious."

"Do I have no choice?" John really didn't want to help Santino.

But Winston shook his head helplessly to show that he was helpless.

"If you refuse the blood contract, you will die."

"If you kill the blood contract owner, you will die too."

"If you run away, you'll still die."

"You promised him then."

John was disappointed.

Winston took a deep breath: "Follow his demands and you will be free."

"Whether you want to take revenge on him or burn down his house from now on, please do whatever you want."

"but now……"

"Rules." John replied quickly.

It's not that he doesn't know these things, he just takes a chance and tries to escape.

Now that there was no way to escape, John had to play by the rules.

"Yes, follow the rules."

Winston was completely relieved, but he knew that according to John's character, it was possible to achieve anything.

He picked up the coffee cup and took a sip to calm down his shock: "Without rules, we are no different from animals."

After speaking, he greeted Li Ming: "Li."

"Winston." Li Ming nodded.

Seeing Li Ming and John coming together, Winston suddenly felt something was not good. He tried: "Li, you don't want to go with John, do you?"

"Of course." Li Ming responded with a smile.

"Hi~"

Winston took a slight breath of air. The combination of the famous night devil and the famous wizard was terrifying.

"Jonathan?" He asked John, and seeing John nod, he couldn't help but tell him, "Keep the noise as low as possible. Gangsters don't care, but if something like that happens in many public places, the impact will be too great."

"What kind of thing?"

John was confused.

Winston was a little surprised: "Li has a nickname called Wizard, don't you know?"

"do not know."

"What about the bounty he completed yesterday?"

Now John nodded: "Yes, I taught him something. Li went to practice it last night."

Winston looked a little strange. He thought of the scene where corpses were strewn all over the ground after Li Ming offered bounties twice, full of broken corpses and body parts, so he let out a soft exclamation.

"Wow, better than the previous one."

Until the two of them walked out of the Continental Hotel, John still didn't understand what Winston meant.

"It's nothing, they always make a fuss." Li Ming was vague and confused.

John didn't ask too many questions. The stronger his teammates were, the more at ease he felt. “Where are we going?” Li Ming asked John.

"Art Museum."

John replied, he thought for a moment and then said to Li Ming: "Li, you are outside."

"it is good."

They were here to find Santino. Santino didn't know Li Ming's existence yet, so it was better for Li Ming to stay in the dark.

John entered the art gallery alone. He was first greeted by a group of bodyguards who carefully checked that no dangerous items were carried before taking him to see Santino.

Santino was sitting on the sofa with his back to the door, and in front of him was a huge oil painting.

"This was my father's collection during his lifetime. Although it is just a piece of cloth with oil on it, I do come to visit him often."

Noticing John coming in, Santino didn't rush to say anything. Instead, he pointed at the oil painting and said.

John ignored him and sat down directly.

"I don't want to come to you either, John." Santino said this again.

"But this is what you owe me. I know you are counting how many guards there are here and thinking of ways to kill me."

Santino pouted at the crowd around him: "Use that woman's pencil? That man's crutch, or this man's glasses?"

"Use my hands." John said solemnly.

"Wow, that's exciting."

Santino was not frightened. He shook his head and said proudly: "But you know you can't kill me, right?"

"What do you want from me?" John was very indifferent and didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore.

Santino dropped his smile.

"I want you to kill my sister."

"Why?" John had anticipated many assassination targets, but never thought it would be this one.

"The high table has twelve seats. When my father passed away, he passed the seats to her." Santino explained in a low voice, his words full of dissatisfaction.

"Sometimes I can't help but wonder, what could I have accomplished if I took her place?"

But John still couldn't accept it.

"You want me to kill Gianna Dantonio?" He confirmed again, "Your biological sister?"

"I can't do it myself." Santino made a sad expression, "She is my relative, and I still love her."

John felt very ridiculous: "I can't possibly go..."

"She will be crowned in Rome." Santino didn't wait for John to finish, and directly told the plan, "I need you to sneak into the underground tomb..."

John wanted to say something else, but Santino interrupted him again: "Help me do this, and you will have completed the blood contract."

John was silent.

"What should I say?" Santino showed no love for his blood relatives, only the eagerness to wish that his sister would die soon.

John didn't say anything, just turned and left.

But Santino knew that he had already agreed, and he shook his head: "It's still the same, I never talk nonsense."

After John walked out of the art gallery and got rid of the eyeliner, Li Ming greeted him.

"Jonathan, who is the target?"

John sighed heavily.

"Pope."

"Wha, what?"

Li Ming was really surprised. He knew that Gianna would be crowned in Rome, but he didn't pay close attention to the fact that it was the Pope's coronation.

Let a woman be the pope!

Only the crazy killer world will appear.

John briefly told Santino's plan, and then persuaded him again: "Li, Rome is too dangerous, so don't go."

"It's just because of the danger that I have to go." Li Ming said matter-of-factly, "There must be someone to support you when you retreat."

John stopped persuading him and felt deeply that Li Ming was the light that illuminated his life when he was now trapped in darkness.

What Li Ming was thinking about was, how many reputation points could he get from assassinating the Pope?
  　I'm wondering how much I can increase my collection by 555 today.

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