Super Detective in the Fictional World

For this party, Luke can only ha-ha.

Santino doesn't have that deep feelings for his sister, and this museum banquet must be a trap trying to bring out John the Night Demon.

But who cares?

It's just a movie about how you want to hurt each other.

The Dantonio family museum is on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, and Luke doesn't even have to drive, he goes a kilometre straight into the sewer, then up to the ground, and he stands not far from the museum.

The drone took off and saw guests entering the museum doorway.

A large number of bodyguards swim inside and outside the museum, numbering around fifty.

Looking at this number, Luke couldn't help but shake his head: acting is unprofessional, who is this foolish! These bodyguards aren't on the same level as the killers last night, that's all. It's absolutely insane to want to block the Night Demon by them.

Undoubtedly, it's a trap, so... of course Luke needs to go in.

But not now.

Luke's gaze shifted to a room in a building not far away.

He couldn't see it directly there, but there were two people in his sensory sense of smell.

It's not unusual that the two men have guns on them, but they also have the smell of a mutual aid medicine bath.

Luke's been thinking about this for a long time, and he's done a lot of experiments.

Even a little bit of this smell, he can tell instantly.

Mutual aid killers who appear in this location at this time, or who are eligible to use a medication bath, must be important members of the Mutual Aid Society, which is already a case in point.

……

“Night Wolf, have you thought about retiring?” A white woman asks the Afro-descendant man around.

Afro-descendant men's night wolves still look at museums over 100 meters away: "Why retire? And do you think Sloane will let us go at this hour? Dove, don't think too much. It'll kill you. ”

White women doves grinned: "Scarface is dead, red-backed spider is gone, X is missing, buffalo is dead, the cross is hunting us one by one. Luckily, we were only injured this time, and may not be able to come back alive the next time. I'd rather leave early than live like a red-backed spider. ”

The Night Wolf shook his head in silence for a moment: "Go? Where are you going? We don't know anything but murder. And you think a tall table would take people like us out of control? ”

Dove: “We have money. At least $10 million this time. Where can I go? ”

The Night Wolf didn't say a word.

The dove looked at him disappointingly.

She understands that the Night Wolf is used to doing this business, subconsciously resisting change.

More likely, of course, he fears mutual aid, the high table.

But now that the crisis is imminent, the ghosts know if the cross will keep an eye on them.

If we do not leave, we may not have a chance - the dead will not have a chance.

But the Night Wolf didn't want to talk about it, and she stopped.

It may be easier to discuss the future of the two once the task has passed and the money has been received.

She thought so.

“Soroptimist?” Suddenly, a voice sounded behind them.

The two men almost did not hesitate to draw their guns.

Pfft!

Bullets hit the wall beside the door, the door was wide open, and the sound sounded empty.

The gods of the two men suddenly solemnly rose: master!

“Don't rush.” The voice continues to sound, but it's still the same empty doorway as before: “Tell me what you want. I think you're here to kill me. Ten million dollars, right? ”

The Night Wolf's Face is heavy: "John Wick? ”

“Huh.” Lower laughter has no laughter and always seems to be a tone of voice: “It seems so. You can't help yourselves, but you dare to interfere in my affairs. ”

The two men, silent, looked down and were ready to disengage from the room.

“Give you a chance.” The voice continues to sound: “Call Sloane and tell him only once, otherwise the Mutual Aid Society will be my enemy. ”

The dove snorted coldly: "We don't need it. ”

Voice: "No, you need it. Just do it, and I'll stop hunting you as long as you both get away from me. ”

Both of them sink into their hearts.

That voice said so much, and they never found each other.

The enemy is in a state of extreme disadvantage to me.

The Night Wolf suddenly said, “Dove, you call. ”

Without hesitation, the dove slowly picked up the phone, called Sloane in the past, and repeated the threat of "John Wick”.

This is not a sign of weakness, but a return of the encounter with John the Night Demon.

“Well, you've given yourself one last chance.” When the dove hung up, the voice said, "Now I'm going to attack. ”

Night wolves and doves reacted instantly.

The heartbeat of the tall and strong night wolf accelerated instantly, the energy burst, and the strong body rushed out the door and into the aisle.

He followed the dove closely behind him, each with a bullet in his hand, greatly increasing his confidence.

There was no one in the dark corridor, the Night Wolf pistol with his right finger, pulled his leg, and the dove guarded his back to the left.

“Wanna go? Too late.” The sound continued to sound in the room, making them feel quite distressed and feeling like they were at war with ghosts.

Even the Night Wolf's attention had to be deflected from the rear room for a moment.

Then he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The next moment, he knew what was wrong —— he was caught holding a gun in his front hand.

A man in an all-black tight suit appeared before him as if he had lifted his invisibility.

When his attention shifted backwards, his gaze also dropped subconsciously to the rear, but suddenly there was an extra person in the remaining light of his eyes. Of course, the killer's career for many years had detected abnormalities.

The Night Wolf also reacted quickly, he was in a physical outburst, the force reacted beyond normal people, and he didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

At that point, he felt a pain in his fingers and a blossom in his eyes.

He couldn't pull his finger off the trigger and instantly turned into a reverse V-shape.

Without waiting for his painful breath, one arm protruded like a snake, his palm fingered like a knife, pierced his throat and closed.

In the clatter, the night wolf's throat broke, and the black man's body passed through his right armpit in the light of his eyes.

The doves are in danger!

The Night Wolf tried to scream, but his throat knot didn't make a sound at all. He could only turn around and his right fist went backwards.

His right arm only began to move, and Luke's just retracted right hand also punched him in the back of the Night Wolf's brain.

The Night Wolf stood still. After a moment, the blood leached slowly within the seven tips.

The doves also perceived danger, and the heartbeat instantly pushed the limits of the average person, causing a physical explosion.

Knock, knock!

Her shoulders were sore and her arms pulled down helplessly, but she was dislocated by two punches.