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　　The judge sat in the back seat, motionless.

　　 After a few more shots, all the men she brought fell to the ground, and they all hit the eyebrows.

　　 After a while.

　　 "Tuk Tuk Tuk"

　　 The judge looked sideways, and coldly looked at the person knocking on the window, and found that this was the person on the document he saw on the way there.

　　 Zhou Yi.

　　 Zhou Yi made a gesture to get off the car and walked away.

　　 "Do you know what you did?" the judge got out of the car and asked.

　　 "I know."

　　 "Do you know what you will face?"

　　 "I know."

　　 "Why is that?" The judge's tone was a little surprised, "In the Continental Hotel, there is no record of you taking over the task of protecting Ai Rui, you took the task privately, at the expense of confronting the high table?"

　　 "It seems you didn't think why I did this." Zhou Yi nodded.

"Of course I didn't," the judge shook his head. "From your information, you didn't have any contact with the high table before, so you directly applied to become a killer and completed the assessment task. Everything is normal. I will find It's not your purpose."

　　 "That can only mean that your information is incomplete." Zhou Yi smiled and said, "You also know who my last name and first name are, so I'll get straight to the point."

　　 "I will save your life, let you go back, and tell the [elder] at the high table one thing."

　　 "The Knights Templar are back."

　　 "Also, as long as there is any breach of the rules--"

　　 Zhou Yi snapped his fingers, and there were several gunshots within the group.

　　 "That's where the Templars appeared."

　　 Wherever the rules are exceeded, knights come!

　　……

　　 "Just let her go like this?"

　　 Wick looked at the inquisitor who was leaving step by step, and asked.

"When the two armies are at war, don't cut them off," Zhou Yi said, "Moreover, this is a remote area. Look at her, she must have no money, no guns, and a hateful dress... With all due respect, go to the place. , That's enough for her."

　　 "When is it, you still have such careful consideration?" Wick was shocked.

　　 "You can't lose the belly black man, although you can't kill it directly, but it's tortured, frustrated, isn't it?" Zhou Yi chuckled, "How can I pretend to be forceful in front of me without having any real skills?"

　　 "Now that you have done this..." Wick sighed, "Are we ready?"

　　 "Don't worry, they still need time to act, and at that time, we will have the capital to confront," Zhou Yi said, "the problem is not big."

"Although there is a New York Continental Hotel and a group of Templars whose assassins are transferred, I think this is far from enough," Wick said with a serious face, "Zhou Yi, I believe you will not just rely on this. With a little bit of confidence, can you tell me where your real assurance comes from?"

　　 "Of course it comes from..."

While 　　 was talking, suddenly, the phone rang, and Zhou Yi smiled when he saw the name of the caller's contact.

　　 "Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here..."

　　……

　　 Gilbreth, an ordinary policeman.

　　 No one knows why he became a policeman, or if he knew, he pretended not to know.

　　 Back then, Gilbreth’s family could also be considered middle-class, and his father owned several factories.

　　 Later, because of business competition, he couldn't beat his father's competitors through formal channels and chose a different way, and went to the Continental Hotel to offer his father a reward.

What happened after 　　... Of course, there is no need to say more.

　　 Although those competitors have also become affiliates of the high table and have lost their autonomy, for Gilbreth, this result is far from enough.

　　 My father is dead, my beautiful family is broken, but the enemy lives well. The price is a bounty, and then he becomes a running dog at the high table.

　　 This is one of the reasons why the high table can make so many countries dare not act rashly-the reward is not free. To offer a reward, you must first recognize the status of the high table, and then become a vassal of the high table.

　　 Relying on the killer alone, of course, the high table can't get to where it is now, it is impossible to have the status it is now.

It is precisely because of this that Gaotai Table has successfully brought together nearly all the major forces in the underground world, forming a big net, constantly radiating to the outside world. Now, even in the officialdom, there are many people, it is them Vassal!

　　 This is the reason why no official force has dared to move the high table for so many years. Not only is it a threat of death, but it also has a price that is too high to bear!

　　 These things are all because Gilbreth was dissuaded by his superiors when he became a policeman and wanted to retaliate.

　　 It was precisely because of this that he realized that it turned out that his original idea of ​​wanting to get revenge by becoming a policeman was so naive.

　　 But, can you just watch it?

　　 Then watch it.

　　 Hatred cannot be vented, and it will slowly accumulate, especially after Gilbreth became a policeman and was exposed to more such things.

　　 He is very smart, so he didn't burn up everything he had like moths into the fire, because he knew that it was useless, just a short spark in the ice and snow.

　　 He has been waiting, waiting for the opportunity to come, he believes that he can wait.

　　 And now--

　　 "What's the situation...?" Gilbreth looked at his companion~www.ltnovel.com~ and asked.

　　 "This is..." The companion's tone was also hesitant.

　　 The things caused by the killer, in most cases, were collected by the [vulture] organization.

　　 But this time...

　　 No one came to collect the corpse, and it couldn't be kept there all the time. Under pressure, the police station sent a bunch of police officers to solve it. When he saw this scene, Gilbreth was completely confused.

　　 corpses all over the field, this word, used in the city, is not an exaggeration at this time.

　　 And, the most important thing is that the fatal wounds of these killers are all on the center of the eyebrows, and there is also a cross!

　　 "Is this a new guise created by the assassin of the Continental Hotel?" the companion said, "Hehe, it may be that you have done too much with your heart, so you want to use the cross to wash away your sins?"

　　 "No, there is no need for those guys to do this," Gilbreth shook his head. "And, the vultures didn't come to collect the bodies, don't you think it's strange?"

　　 "Oh, what's up to me, anyway, it's good to die." The companion sneered, "Come on, help me, let's start work, the vulture is out of work, we have to have a cameo."

　　 "That's true." Gilbreth and his companions lifted the body together and put it in a large truck specially rented by the police station.

　　 "Hurry up, there are more!" the companion greeted.

　　 "Oh, good!" Gilbreth verbally agreed, looking at the cross.

　　 He always feels something is wrong.

　　 "Gilbreth!" the companion greeted again.

　　 "Come!" Gilbreth turned around, walked out two steps, then turned back, regardless of the blood, took the cross in his hand, put it in his pocket, and walked towards his companion.

　　 As their companions said, they still have a lot of work to do.