Zhou Lin

It's still midnight, it's still the same street.

Jack opened the door and walked into the White Pigeon Bar just like last night.

Tonight, there were three times more customers in the bar than yesterday. Not only were all the seats filled, but there was almost no room for standing.

There is no doubt that these people came here to see the "Killing God".

Of course, there is actually nothing to "see", because in appearance, he is just an ordinary man wearing a black suit.

However, in this particular bar, he was the center of attention.

He didn't even need to say "I borrowed it", the crowd automatically made a "path" in front of him.

Jack didn't show any emotion about this. He just moved forward and followed the path to the bar.

At this time, there were already five people waiting for him there.

"Hmph..." Bingzhi sneered as soon as he saw Jack.

Last night, there was only one person in Bingzhi. The person who helped him call an ambulance after he coughed up blood and carried him to the street could only be regarded as his fair-weather friend.

But tonight was different. There were four official killers of Qian Ming standing beside him.

In Bingzhi's view, this is already an invincible combination in the world. What kills gods and ghosts? In the final analysis, it is just one person. Facing five "masters", how can there be no reason not to be timid?

However, Jack treated them as if they were nothing and didn't even look at them...

He leaned leisurely on the bar and said to the bartender: "Charles, pour me a drink."

After hearing this, the bartender took a step forward, wiped the table for him, and put an empty cup and a coaster on it: "The price of this cup is not cheap."

"Thank you." Jack responded, "You still take such good care of me."

"This isn't called taking care of you." The bartender said while pouring him a drink. "I'm just, as always, leaving the job to you that no one else has taken because it's too difficult."

"Hey! Bastard!" At this time, Bingzhi finally couldn't stand it anymore, and he said directly to Jack, "Do you think it will be okay if you pretend you can't see me?"

"Of course I saw you." Jack responded and took a sip of the wine in his glass, "I just don't want to pay attention to you."

"You..." Bingzhi was about to curse and looked like he wanted to take action.

But Aladino rushed forward with a lunge and raised his arms to stop Bing Finger.

At this time, Jack turned his head slightly and said, "So... should you explain it to me now, or should I understand it myself?"

"I want to hear your understanding first." Aladino said tentatively.

"If I want to understand it myself, that is..." Jack continued, "The words I told you not long ago did not have the effect I expected."

"Well..." Aladino pondered, and then said, "Mr. Anderson, I don't know what you are expecting... I can only say that we, Qian Ming, have never been intimidated by others with just a few words. organization." He paused for half a second, then changed the topic, "Of course, at this moment, we are not here to cause trouble for you."

"What?" As soon as he said this, Jack had no reaction, but Bingzhi was stunned, "What do you mean you didn't come to trouble him? You didn't come to help me..."

"The leader has an order." Aladino did not let Bingzhi say any more, "I hope you will apologize to Mr. Anderson for your rude behavior yesterday."

Before he finished speaking, Bingzhi's expression suddenly changed.

Jack on the other side blurted out: "No need."

At this moment, although Jack still didn't know who the current leader of Qian Ming was, he already felt that he was a very special person.

Asking Bingzhi to apologize to him seemed like a concession, but in fact it was a retreat in order to advance.

It can be seen from Bingzhi's reaction that before Aladino said this, Bingzhi didn't know about this matter at all, but... the expressions of the four people around him showed that they all knew.

In other words, before coming here, Bingzhi had already been regarded as an abandoned pawn and a victim...

At the moment, if he apologizes, he can still save his life, but at most he will no longer be able to gain a foothold in this industry; but if he doesn't apologize, the consequences... Jack has already guessed 90% of the consequences.

"No, it must be." Aladino did not flinch. He glanced at Jack, and then continued to glare at Bingzhi, "You should be very clear about what will happen if you disobey the leader's order."

"I...but...he..." Bingzhi was incoherent and didn't know what to say.

"Hurry up, don't act like a little kid." The male killer who was following Aladino pushed Bingzhi and urged, "So many people are watching."

However, it was because there were so many pairs of eyes looking at him that he couldn't speak.

All of this was naturally part of Gallo's calculations... When he gave the order to Aladino, he had already foreseen how things would develop; his "test" was originally made with ice fingers. Life and dignity are used as bargaining chips.

"Okay..." After struggling for a few seconds, Bingzhi suppressed his emotions and nodded, "Okay, I apologize..." He said, walking up to Jack, "Mr. Anderson, I really..." This half sentence When he spoke, he grabbed a wine bottle on the bar and slammed it on Jack's head, "...I'm sorry!"

boom--

Before the bottle fell, the gun went off.

It was not Jack who shot, but Aradino.

Bingzhi is a person who is easy to see through. He is young, impulsive, stupid, and arrogant... His thoughts are simply clear in the eyes of the experienced Aladino.

Therefore, Aladino was prepared to shoot in advance. Just when Bingzhi made a move to attack Jack, he shot Bingzhi in the back of the head.

In an instant, Bingzhi's brains and blood spurted out from his forehead and sprayed down towards Jack's location.

But Jack moved out of the way.

No one could see clearly when and how he dodged. Anyway, when they saw clearly, he was no longer where he was.

"Is this what your leader means?" A second later, Jack, holding a wine glass and holding the coaster with his little finger, stood not far away and said to Aladino.

"Yes." When Aladino responded, he had already put away his gun.

"So...this is his response to me?" Jack asked again.

Aladino did not answer the question, but just winked at the other three companions, then turned and walked out of the store.

The four assassins of Qian Ming just left. Bingzhi's body was discarded here like garbage by them without even taking a second look.

…………

Fifteen minutes later, the people in the bar had basically dispersed, and Bingzhi's body had been carried away and disposed of by special personnel.

At this time, there were only two people left at the bar.

"I wanted to ask you yesterday." Jack said to the bartender while smoking a cigarette, "Have the rules in your store... changed?"

"Well, it's changed." Charles also lit a cigarette for himself at this time and said while smoking.

The "rules" they are talking about are a tacit understanding among all the killers who have come to the White Pigeon Bar to "take jobs" over the years; that is - "In the White Pigeon Bar, any external grudges must be put aside." , Killers cannot kill people here, nor can they take the initiative to provoke others. If there is any problem, go out and solve it. If anyone dares to take the initiative to provoke trouble here, then the provoked party has the right to reasonably fight back. "

Last night, Jack stuffed a few almonds into Bingzhi's trachea to shut him up based on the principle of "the provoked party can fight back". Although theoretically he could kill Bingzhi, he still tried his best to avoid it. This situation.

Jack originally thought that Bingzhi was an arrogant young man who did not understand the rules and was a special case... However, after he saw Aladino's behavior and the reactions of the killers around him, he realized... the current rules , may be different from before.

"Let me confirm... I have been away for four years, not forty years, right?" Jack made a rare joke in front of acquaintances.

"Ha... Fu—" the bartender laughed dryly and blew out the cigarette, "Don't be sarcastic with me. I'm just a middleman. If the world is going to change, what can I do?"

"Then tell me about this 'world'." Jack continued.

Hearing this, the bartender glanced at Jack, collected his thoughts, and then said: "Do you remember that before you left, Vittorio Bruno was re-elected as county chief?"

"Remember." Jack said.

"After that re-election, he basically wiped out all the political forces in the county that could compete with him." The bartender continued, "In other words... On the White Road, he has covered the sky with one hand."

"So he put his other hand into the 'dark' place?" Jack said.

"Hmph..." the bartender snorted coldly. He did not respond to this obvious matter, but said directly, "Today's Naples is like the back garden of Bruno's family, and Giuseppe, the leader of 'Qian Ming' Gallo is his guard dog."

"Gallo?" Jack's expression changed slightly when he heard the name, "Galo has become the leader of Qian Ming?"

"Ah..." the bartender responded, "Three years ago, Qian Ming's previous leader passed away, leaving only one descendant of the Du Qiao family... a girl in her early twenties. She was outstanding in both strength and wealth. He is far different from Gallo... Therefore, Gallo naturally received the support of most people within Qian Ming and was elected as the new leader; while the young lady of the Duccio family, with a small group of people who were still loyal to her, came out of the organization It was divided."

"Heh..." Jack smiled, "Then if I understand correctly... the Qian Ming organization has now become a private armed force that helps Bruno 'do dirty work'?"

"Absolutely." The bartender replied, "In addition, Qian Ming's branches around the world... those who did not obey Gallo's leadership were either eliminated or left the organization. The remaining ones..." He paused, took another puff of cigarette, and then said, "You know... Vittorio Bruno also has many friends in the upper echelons of the Federation, and his friends sometimes need some 'special help.' .”

"Uh-" Jack blew out the smoke, "I understand." He nodded slightly, "Then the rules here..."

"Most people still abide by the rules, but the Qian Ming people here..." the bartender shrugged, "...or in other words, you don't have to worry too much anywhere. Even if they enter the federal police station, they will Don't worry..." After he said this, he turned around and glanced at the place where Bingzhi died, and said to the residual smell of blood, "Let's just talk about 'Bingzhi'. He was arrested by the police more than three times. The result is that it doesn’t always come out safe and sound.”

"Oh?" Jack said coldly, "This guy is so crazy, I thought he was quite capable...but it turns out he can't even evacuate after performing the mission?"

"He was not caught while performing a mission." The bartender snorted. "When he was caught, he was usually drunk and fell next to the body of a man, or lying on the body of a half-dead woman. On the body."

Jack naturally understood the implication of the bartender's words immediately. He was silent for a few seconds and said leisurely: "This world... has indeed changed."

"So...as an old friend, I would like to give you some advice." The bartender said, "If you can 'quit', just withdraw again, and don't come back this time... If you really have a reason to come back, Then I can help you with that... With your skills, there is no problem in going to other counties, or even to other continents to pick up work..." He paused, then changed the subject, "But you have to continue to stay here. If you stay in Naples in Guanzhi County... you will definitely face off against Qian Ming."

The bartender said this and took another deep drag on his cigarette.

"Because...you are the 'God of Death'." After spitting out the puff of smoke, he frowned and continued, "'God' will not be inferior to others, even if you are willing...people like Gallo, There is absolutely no room for you; and Gallo cannot tolerate you, it means that today's 'world' cannot tolerate you.

"Everyone can see that what he caused his subordinates to cause trouble here today is to use retreat as a way to advance and to scare the monkeys...

"You and I both understand what he means... He wants you to retreat, or at least leave.

"If you don't retreat or leave, then he will come to you; and... among the killers on the road, no one will come to help you, and no one dares to come to help you."

Every word of my old friend's words is very real and sincere.

This was a friendship that money couldn't buy, but it was also something that Jack had never cared about before.

"Uh-" After another moment of silence, Jack took out the last puff of cigarette, stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the ashtray, "I'd better give this back to you..."

While he was talking, he took out the coaster that the bartender had given him earlier from his coat pocket and placed it on the table. On the coaster, there were two Chinese characters written on it - "Judge". Below the words, Also wrote a long string of Arabic numerals.

This is also one of the rules of the White Dove Bar. The bartender will hand over the coaster with "Goal and Remuneration" written on it to the guest, and the drinker will have one glass of wine to consider whether to take the business.

Now, when the bartender saw that Jack had returned the "business" he had already accepted, he thought that the latter was really going to accept the suggestion.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Jack said again: "Under this situation, if you still insist on giving me an order...then you will also be targeted."

After that, he got up and left.

"Where are you going?" The bartender didn't look back, but still asked urgently.

Jack thought for two seconds and replied: "Go and walk in the back garden of Bruno's house to see if there are any thorns that have not been flattened."