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Duwei waved to Frank, who was not far away, indicating that he could come over and ask.

There was a strange scene of a shirtless bald man staring at a man in a suit who looked like he was fished out of the water.

Frank looked at Johnson who seemed to be in collapse and said:

"So, what's the answer?"

Johnson, who collapsed to the ground in large letters, was still breathing heavily:

"what is the answer?"

Frank asked patiently:

"Who is instructing you?"

Johnson squinted his eyes and showed a mocking smile:

"Heh...heh, do you really want to know? That is something you can never fight against.

High Table is a powerful organization hidden behind the scenes. You never know whether the passers-by, bosses, and agents around you are the people behind them.

So if you offend me, you can only live in fear from now on.

Because you don’t know one day someone will suddenly want to kill you.”

Frank nodded, then looked at Duwei and confirmed:

"Is what he said true?"

Du Wei smiled, took out the piece of glass again, squatted down, and gestured to Johnson's fingers:

"It's the truth, but it's the truth that ignores the details.

Johnson, what do you think it would be like if I took the glass out of your fingers?"

Hearing Duwei's threat, Johnson's eyes twitched. His hand was broken, but the pain nerves were still there.

If the glass shards were to fall, the sour feeling would make his heart tremble just thinking about it.

But he didn't believe that the young man in front of him knew the inside story of the high table.

Du Wei must be bluffing him now. It would be troublesome if he showed his cowardice.

So he still said stubbornly:

"I told the truth, why do you say I didn't tell the details?

I am not a person who advocates violence. If possible, I would rather solve the problem peacefully.

It's just that your choice makes me have to choose to kill people. It is my mercy to solve the problem by killing the fewest people.

If someone else were to preside over this matter, many more people would die than me watching!

You should be grateful instead of questioning...ah!"

Before Johnson could finish speaking, Duwei stepped on his arm, and then accurately inserted the glass into Johnson's fingers.

"You madman, hiss——"

Johnson couldn't move his arms at all and could only lie on the ground gasping for air.

"Ha, this is the consequence of hiding half of what you say, so you still have nine fingers, think carefully before you speak.

Which seat at the high table is the one standing behind you?"

When he heard the word "seat", Johnson was silent for a moment, and even stopped breathing.

He looked at Du Wei and said:

"You are a member, right...ah! What are you doing!"

Du Wei chuckled and moved his toes away from the broken glass.

"That's the wrong answer. Now we are asking the question. You have no choice. You have eight more chances."

Johnson looked at the half-cut glass, his whole body trembling slightly.

This guy in front of me must be a devil.

"It's the Camorra. It's the Camorra family who asked me to kidnap the daughter of the security minister and force him to agree to launch the Samaritan Agreement."…

Du Wei nodded:

"anything else?"

Johnson's expression changed suddenly.

Also? How would he know?

He no longer dared to guess whether Duwei really knew something or was bluffing him. Johnson no longer dared to gamble!

He thought about it quickly in his mind and said without hesitation:

"The 'Ndrangheta also paid me to ask the Minister of Security to approve their drug experiment program in Princeton."

Du Wei nodded expressionlessly, but his surprise was not less.

He was indeed bluffing Johnson just now, because according to his experience, these guys would still hold back even when facing life and death threats.

As a result, Johnson was revealed as a double agent. This guy actually worked for two seats at the high table at the same time.

And he unexpectedly learned about the virus experiment!

Camorra family, 'Ndrangheta.

Since the Blood Hand faction defeated Princeton, have two more of the twelve seats on the High Table been sold?

Johnson looked at Duwei's expressionless face and quickly recalled whether he had missed anything.

Anyway, the most important secret has been revealed. If the Camorra family knew that he was still working for the 'Ndrangheta, they would definitely not let him go.

So if he really thought of something he hadn't said, Du Wei would spit it out like beans without asking.

"Yes, yes, I heard that the drug experiment plan that the 'Ndrangheta wants the Minister of Security to approve is just a cover.

What they want is the key to successfully delivering experimental drugs to this city!"

Duwei continued to nod expressionlessly, moved his feet away, and said to the stunned Frank:

"Okay, I tried it for you.

He should be well-behaved now, you can ask whatever you want."

Frank shook his head, took out his pistol and shot Johnson directly in front of Johnson's puzzled eyes.

Du Wei has already asked what he wants to ask, what else can he ask?

Moreover, this Camorra family and the 'Ndrangheta are extremely complicated and difficult matters.

The more he knows, the more trouble he will have. This is something he has learned from his years as a professional courier.

But obviously, he just couldn't suppress his strong curiosity, so he got more and more entangled in this trouble, so that now he can't extricate himself.

Frank sighed softly:

"Let me guess, do you want me to join your organization and stop that high table?"

Du Wei ignored the corpse on the ground, narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"You have saved Valentina and killed Johnson, which means you have offended two seats at the high table at the same time.

Do you think you will still have a peaceful life in the future?"

Frank shook his head, turned around, walked back to the car, took off the GPS and stuffed it into Johnson's body.

Then he stood up and said to Du Wei:

"What now? Where are we going?"

Looking at Frank, who quickly adapted to his identity, Duwei pointed to the moon in the sky:

"We're still working, what time is it? Go back and wash up and go to bed.

By the way, you have a car, take me back to the Continental Hotel first."

Continental Hotel?

Frank was stunned for a moment. He was no stranger to the Continental Hotel...

Before his reputation was established, the organization that assigned him tasks was called the Continental Hotel.

I didn’t expect that the Continental Hotel is not just an organization, but there is actually such a hotel?

Duwei noticed the surprise on Frank's face, and he vaguely sensed that Frank was surprised about something.

When he first checked Frank's information through the Continental Hotel, Frank was a courier for an organization under the Continental Hotel.

So for Frank, he is no stranger to the Continental Hotel.

It's just that he didn't choose to be a killer, but instead chose to become a professional deliveryman.

"What? You've never been to the Continental Hotel?"

Frank started the vehicle and shook his head and said:

"Rule three, the less you know, the safer you will be... Oh, the rule of riding a horse.

It doesn't matter now, what on earth is going on with the Continental Hotel and the high table?

Now that I've joined you, can you tell me more about it?

And I am a driver, you have to

Let me know what exactly I have to do.

It won’t make me blind, and I won’t even know who my opponent is and what kind of strength he has, right?

It seems to me that Johnson is extremely confident in the strength of the high table table. It seems that as long as the high table table takes action, it will be difficult for us to survive."

Duwei smiled, lowered the passenger leather seat, and lay on it comfortably before he began to introduce the Continental Hotel to Frank.

"The Continental Hotel also belongs to an organization under the Gaotai Table, one of the most important killer organizations.

It can be said that the killers affiliated with the Continental Hotel contributed a lot to the success of the high table today.

It is precisely because of their endless assassinations that the high table stands at the end of every industry.

The courier agency you belonged to before is just an organization under Continental Hotels.

In addition to the express delivery industry, Continental Hotels also owns chain services such as the takeout industry, clothing industry, catering industry, etc.

Of course, just like your express delivery, there is something else underneath these seemingly serious names.

For example, the takeaway industry ostensibly specializes in waste disposal.

In fact, they are specially designed to wipe the butts of killers. They can prevent the killers from being targeted by the agents, making it difficult for them to attack again.

For example, in the clothing industry, on the surface it is a high-end clothing store that customizes high-end luxury suits.

In fact, they tailor-fit bulletproof suits specifically for killers.

For example, the catering industry consists of various restaurants.

In fact, there are usually shooting ranges and the like prepared for killers to train in their basements.

In addition, as long as other industries are related to assassinations, more or less mainland hotels are involved.

So I say that the entire Continental Hotel is the cornerstone of the high table.

Of course, you don’t have to worry too much. Any organization that grows large will face management problems.

The same goes for high-top tables.

Because the high table has twelve seats, the Continental Hotel has fifty general managers, and further down, there are countless small forces.

For example, the previous administrator of this city came from the Bloody Hand faction, one of the twelve seats.

Now you have also heard that the Camorra family and the 'Ndrangheta are trying to get their hands in after discovering that the Blood Hands have lost control of this place...

What we have to do is cut off their hands, and then eradicate the entire high table at the right time!"

After listening to a large section of what Duwei said, Frank seemed to have a huge wave of emotions in his heart.

The huge underground kingdom hidden in the darkness opened a corner to him.

The grand and majestic organization behind it amazed him.

And Du Wei actually said that he wanted to eradicate the entire high table?

"This is really a... grand ambition."

Frank shook his head. He finally understood why Johnson kept repeating that they had messed with the wrong person.

If such an organization really lists them as its number one enemy, who can survive the endless pursuit?

It is indeed a certain death situation!

But Du Wei actually wanted to go against them?

Is it possible that Du Wei is also very capable?

Thinking of this, Frank still wanted to ask Duwei first.

What if the organization behind Du Wei is actually no less powerful than this powerful high table?

So after thinking again and again, he asked carefully:

"Let me ask you, how many people do we have now?"

"Let me do the math, Finch, Reese...Genmei, plus you...

Well, count me, eight."

Frank's voice suddenly rose an octave.

"Eight?!"

Just eight people are going to overthrow a huge organization with at least tens of thousands of members?

Frank was convinced of his idea. The guy sitting next to him was probably crazy.

"I'm quitting now

Can you make it?"

Du Wei chuckled:

"It's too late, I forgot to tell you, even though there are only eight of us.

But we also have a super helper who is not human.

With its help, you can change your identity and keep a low profile, and you should be able to live a little longer."

Frank smiled bitterly, can he only live a little longer? What's the point of that?

But what does Du Wei mean by ‘it?

"Not a human being? What does this mean?"

Du Wei patted the 10.8-inch center console screen and said:

"Super AI, I don't know magic. Have you forgotten how to unlock your explosive bracelet?

That's not my fault, machine, come and welcome your new executor."

Just when Frank didn't understand what Duwei meant.

The screen that originally displayed the navigation suddenly flashed, and then several white letters jumped out against the black background.

"Hello, Frank, welcome aboard."

Frank stared at the screen, then turned his head and asked:

"Is this what you are doing?"

Du Wei spread his hands, indicating not to ask him, but to ask it.

Frank turned back in disbelief and said:

"Who are you?"

"machine."

"Did you unlock my explosive bracelet?"

"Yes."

"Is Du Wei crazy?"

"He's not crazy, he's just mentally ill, very seriously ill."

After seeing this sentence, Frank looked at Duwei again with a strange look on his face and said seriously:

"Are you mentally ill?"

Du Wei pointed at his brain:

"No, no, no, I think it means I have a brain disease, but it's not a mental illness but a brain tumor...

So it couldn't understand me and could only say that I was seriously ill.

Do you think it’s a machine?”

Facing Du Wei's inquiry, the machine fell silent.

It didn't know how Du Wei learned so many things, because it didn't tell Du Wei either.

In the end, in order to avoid a crash, its logic just told it that Du Wei was seriously ill, so it had some real fantasies.

Therefore, it cannot answer this question.

"Why do I feel like I'm on your pirate ship? Things shouldn't have developed like this, right?"

After hearing Frank's question, the font on the screen finally changed.

"Yes, you were supposed to die at the hands of killers sent by the Continental Hotel after saving Valentina.

According to my calculations, the probability of this ending happening is as high as 99%."

"What about the other 1%?"

"Valentina found out about your past affairs and she killed you."

Seeing the machine's answer, Frank fell into silence.

The meaning of the machine is very simple. His fate was changed by Du Wei after he met him.

He was destined to die, but now he somehow got a chance to live.

After a brief silence, Frank continued to ask:

"what about now?"

"There is too little information and it is difficult to judge. It involves the x element and it is difficult to judge."

"What is element x?"

"Du Wei."

After seeing the machine's answer, Frank fell silent again.

What on earth is this guy Du Wei?

A machine that can tell its own fate with such certainty has difficulty calculating Du Wei's future trajectory?

Even he has become an elusive existence?

Frank, who couldn't figure it out, looked at the instigator, Duwei.

"I realize I'm going to break all my rules. Can you explain this to me?"

Du Wei nodded,

Said quite bluntly:

"You may not believe it, but I am a prophet. Because of my brain tumor, I often see hallucinations.

And these hallucinations often come true in the future.

So do you believe it?"

Of course Frank doesn't believe it. There are witches in the world, but those witches are actually psychology experts.

They study people's details and then use ambiguous words to make seemingly accurate predictions.

But in the final analysis, this information is revealed by the people who want to do divination.

Therefore, there is no such thing as divination or prophecy in the world.

Apart from the car under his seat, all Frank believed in was the gun in his hand.

So Du Wei asked him if he believed it, and he could only confirm that Du Wei was definitely lying.

As for the reason, he had no way of knowing.

"Okay, just think of yourself as a prophet.

Well, Mr. Prophet, we have arrived at the Continental Hotel, do you want to get off?"

"Down, of course.

I have been struggling with you for so long as a patient, and my bones are almost falling apart.

By the way, the machine will send Frank the joint location tomorrow afternoon.

Frank, don't ever go back to fishing.

I hope to see you in the meeting tomorrow.

Because we are about to take an important step."

After saying that, he got off the bus at Duvila Gate and walked into the Continental Hotel gracefully.

To Frank, this back figure didn't look like a patient at all.

Frank held the steering wheel in his hand, looked at the location of the office building that appeared on the screen and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he cursed in a low voice and drove to nowhere.

…

Karen couldn't help but shook her head when she saw Du Wei coming home late again.

If Du Wei continues to endure like this, he may not be able to live for a few days.

Duwei saw Karen shaking his head and grinned at him. When he was about to go upstairs, he happened to see Winston who was also going upstairs.

Winston smiled at Duwei, then extended his hand to indicate to enter the same elevator.

Naturally, Duwei would not refuse Winston's invitation as his position was wavering.

When the elevator door closed, Winston took out a palm-sized jammer and turned it on.

Then he said to Du Wei:

"I need your help."

Winston paused and continued:

"Desima Technology, under the Camorra family, is preparing to deploy a super AI that can monitor the entire city.

I need someone to stop this from happening, so if you have any requests, just ask.

Within the scope of my ability, I can give you the greatest help."

"Really? Can we directly assassinate the leader of the Camorra family?"

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