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Sounding the death knell for the high table?

The blood of the three of them, which had not been boiling for a long time, actually started to feel excited.

This is a high table!

To be able to knock this high table down with your own hands is no doubt a feat!

But their years of military service allowed them to control their inner emotions well and calm down immediately.

Mood swings are not a good sign for professionals.

Besides, they didn’t come to Rome with an elite army, there were only four of them!

It is still possible to defeat the top leaders of the Camorra family with careless calculations, but it is probably still a hundred million points away from bringing down the high table.

However, thinking about how they all laughed at Du Wei when he told him that they would deal with the high table, I felt that there was little chance of actually realizing it.

After all, it is a huge beast. It may be possible to make a small fuss, but if it really gets serious, their size cannot withstand the revenge of the high table.

As a result, he is now on the road to destroying the twelve seats on the high table, and he is still alive and well.

Maybe under the leadership of Du Wei, they can really bring Gaotai Table to its demise?

Just like this trip to Rome, under Du Wei's arrangement, it can be said that the time is right, the place is right, and everyone is on their side.

Although this situation does not happen every day.

But now they can take this opportunity to use the destruction of the Camorra family as a fulcrum to leverage the seemingly stable system of the behemoth High Table.

Because as Du Wei said, absolute fairness never exists, even in the high table system, which has been stable for many years.

Since there is injustice, even if those who suffer unfair treatment have smiles on their faces, they will always have the idea of ​​resistance in their hearts.

What they lack is an opportunity, an opportunity created by their salvation organization!

Thinking about it this way, that huge iceberg is not so unbreakable.

They only need to blow a small hole in the iceberg, and the fine lines spreading from the small hole will slowly spread all over the iceberg like a spider web.

Then one day in the future, with a bang, this once solid iceberg will explode into ice shards all over the sky, and finally melt into the water and disappear.

Such a future is worth looking forward to.

Just as the three Franks were excited about the future, Duwei led them through the twists and turns of the streets of Rome and into an alley.

This narrow alley is no different from those deserted alleys in New York. If it were different, it would be that a bookstore was opened in such a sparsely populated place.

From the perspective of making money in business, this is obviously not a wise decision.

This is the same even if the property rights of the store are owned by the store owner.

There is no hope of recovering the investment costs.

We came to an ancient bookstore on the streets of Rome.

After coming back to his senses, Frank looked at this strange bookstore, his mind filled with questions.

From his professional perspective, he really couldn't think of anyone who would open a bookstore in a place like this just to generate electricity for love? That would be too noble.

However, after having experience in a wholesale clothing factory, Frank vaguely felt that it was not that simple here.

It is very likely that this is another part of the supporting services of mainland hotels...

It's just that he couldn't guess what services this bookstore was providing at the moment.

While he was thinking, Duwei had already pushed open the glass door with the words 'used books for sale' written in Italian.

The welcome bell on the door rang immediately.

The shop owner, who was reading a yellowed ancient book on the counter, raised his head and looked at the visitors.

He knew how bad the location of his store was. Normally, no tourists would stray into such a hidden alley.

So once this used bookstore has customers, they are probably the killers from the Continental Hotel.

It's just that he seems to have never seen the calm young man in front of him before.

, maybe it’s just a tourist who wanders around in a panic with all the bones in his body.

But the identity of this tourist seems to be unusual. The three bodyguards standing behind him all look like retired veterans.

But so what, they don't accept tourists here, and if they really want to take action, he really doesn't fear them.

Because he only learned the art of killing, if the other party has the slightest intention of not wanting to kill, then he will definitely be the one who survives in the end!

So the shopkeeper just held on to the two glasses that were as thick as the bottoms of beer bottles on his nose, and took the lead to speak feebly:

"Hello, it's a pleasure to serve you. How should I call you, sir?"

Du Wei sniffed when he entered the second-hand bookstore. The musty smell emitted by these old books was really not pleasant.

After hearing the obvious reluctance to entertain guests, Du Wei immediately understood that the shopkeeper had mistaken him for a tourist visiting Rome.

He smiled and identified himself:

"You can call me Duwei.

Also, can you contact Devo Bank here?

I want to know how much credit I have available."

When the shop owner heard the industry terms from Du Wei's mouth, his lazy expression immediately became serious.

Devo Bank is not a bank that ordinary people know about.

This members-only bank is only open to those with authority at the high table.

The guy who can have his own account there is undoubtedly a person who has made a significant contribution to the high table.

Does the person in front of me have a Devo Bank account at such a young age? That's really amazing.

The shop owner immediately understood that the status of the person in front of him was definitely not low.

Then the three bodyguards behind this guy are probably not just veterans.

After understanding all this, the shopkeeper immediately changed his expression. He didn't dare to sit anymore, and quickly stood up and said politely:

"Mr. Duwei, please wait a moment, I will contact Devo Bank for you right now."

Then the shopkeeper took out a phone that was locked in a safe from under the counter.

After taking another look at Du Wei, he started to call Devo Bank's internal hotline.

To be honest, he had thought about whether Du Wei was pretending, after all, Du Wei was too young.

He had never heard of such a rising star in the killer world.

But Du Wei knew that Devo Bank was a fact, and did not prevent him from verifying his identity at all.

This confidence made the shop owner even more convinced that Du Wei was a rising star who had only recently become famous.

After hearing the voice on the other end of the phone asking for verification, the shop owner raised his head and asked tentatively:….

"Mr. Du Wei, what is your verification code?"

Du Wei did not hesitate and directly reported his own verification code sent to his mobile phone:

"985211-8."

The shop owner nodded. Receiving the verification code was enough to prove Du Wei's identity.

Sure enough, after the store owner reported the verification code for confirmation, the amount reported on the other end of the phone was indeed quite astonishing.

Because the customer named Du Wei in front of him has an authorized use quota of one thousand gold coins!

Devo Bank is no ordinary bank.

Ordinary banks may be able to use mortgage loans to loan 100,000 and 300,000 yuan.

But in Devo Bank, you must have owned at least three thousand gold coins before you can have the authorized usage limit of one thousand gold coins.

This is three thousand gold coins!

Customers who can earn this amount are undoubtedly top talents in the industry!

Just like Angela, the tailor shop owner, the bookstore owner also suspected that Duwei might be a top killer active in other areas.

After all, some top killers don't like their reputations to be widely spread, which will only cause trouble for their subsequent assassinations.

Of course, it is also possible that Du Wei is the son of an agent. After all, the prices of things sold by high-tech companies are different from theirs.

They are subject to rules and can only trade one gold coin per service/item.

But those high-tech companies affiliated with the agents of the High Table can even sell them for a high price of one hundred gold coins.

But no matter what, Du Wei was an existence he couldn't afford to offend, an existence he couldn't afford to offend at all levels.

So the shopkeeper's attitude became respectful at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"Mr. Du Wei, I'm glad to serve you. What service do you need?"

Du Wei looked at the ancient books sealed in dust in the glass cabinet nearby and said:

"I need a map of D'Antonio's mansion."

Maps related to D'Antonio's mansion?

An imperceptible look of surprise flashed across the shopkeeper's face.

This is already the second person today to ask him for relevant maps.

The last person was called John Wick!

First it was John Wick, the top killer known as the Night Stalker, and now it was Duwei, who had the authorization of a huge amount of gold coins from Devo Bank.

This gave him a depressing feeling that a storm was about to come.

As a native of Rome, he naturally knew that Gianna, the next head of the Camorra family, would hold a coronation ceremony in D'Antonio's old house.

So it's self-evident what they want to do after taking the map of D'Antonio's mansion.

The combination of this information was enough for him to draw a terrifying conclusion. Someone was going to target the Camorra family, one of the twelve seats on the High Table!

The consequences of this were enough to cause an earthquake throughout Rome!

But out of professionalism, he would not ask anything.

Even though he was as curious as a cat scratching his heart, he couldn't ask.

This is one of the rules set by the high table for privacy.

Even if the killer in front of him wants to take the map to kill the elder of the High Table, he must serve this guy within the scope of his duties, and he must not reveal anything to the relevant parties.

Otherwise, he who breaks the rules will be hunted endlessly, and not only him, but everyone related to him will die...

It is precisely because of this restriction that all relevant service parties will keep their mouths shut and only regard these things as a pure transaction.

You give me gold coins and I provide you services, that's it.

As for the others, just treat them as if they don’t exist.

With this concept in mind, the shop owner bowed slightly and said:

"plz follow me."

Then he took down several specific books in a specific order from one of the bookshelves.

With a rumble, a secret room was suddenly revealed behind the bookcase.

The shop owner who walked inside took out an old map from the bookcase on the side, placed it under the LED light-transmitting board, and introduced:

"This is the original map of the D'Antonio mansion, the first version of the map.

You can see all the ruins in detail from above.

Look at this map again. This is a map of the tomb under D'Antonio's mansion and the temple next to it.

Finally, this is the design blueprint that the Camorra family renovated using modern architectural methods in modern times.

This is also the current structure of D'Antonio's mansion, and this is the replica key that opens the door to the catacombs.

The three maps plus the bonus keys cost a total of three gold coins."

Du Wei nodded and had no objection to the price.

It costs one gold coin for each item and also comes with a key, which is a very reasonable price.

Du Wei then asked the shop owner to scan it into an electronic file and send it to him.

Then the three people who were speechless the whole time left this used bookstore with a depressing atmosphere.

After leaving the used bookstore, Frank, who was almost suffocated, took a deep breath and said:

"It really suffocated me to death. The environment in the used bookstore was like there were dozens of mummies lying around. It made people not want to stay any longer."

Du Wei chuckled and then explained:

"Ha, no one is welcome to enter his place.

So the environment was deliberately set up to make people feel depressed and uncomfortable.

In this way, tourists who enter by mistake will quickly leave there under great pressure.

After all, there is also a Pentagon hidden inside, the architectural design drawings within the white walls.

These confidential drawings will not be sold to tourists for viewing."

"Pentagon? White walls? Does he also have this drawing?

Isn’t he afraid that Cia and Fib will cause trouble for him?”

"Afraid? Don't forget that the current President Walker is supported by the Syndicate, one of the twelve seats on the High Table.

For them, entering the white walls is like coming home.

If it weren't for the inherent competition between the high-end tables, this beautiful country should have changed its name long ago.

But even so, the high table's control over the beautiful country is increasing day by day.

If they really succeed in carrying out the human eradication plan, it will be a carnival for the killers.

A carnival feast to eradicate dissidents at a high table!"

Frank considered Duwei's words carefully and found that they were indeed correct.

They can manipulate the president and most members of Congress to push for the passage of the human eradication plan bill, and there is nothing else they dare not do.

Compared to selling a blueprint on a white wall for one gold coin, it's not a big deal.

If the twelve members of the High Table can unite as one, then I am afraid that the nuclear buttons that exist as strategic weapons will also be in the hands of the High Table...

"Hey, after hearing what you said, I understand why you are so determined to eradicate the high table.

Without them, this world would indeed not be peaceful.

If they dare to implement human eradication in the beautiful country today, they will dare to implement this bill worldwide in the future.

Then all those who oppose them will be unable to speak out in the future, because the dead only deserve to be buried in the soil.

That kind of life seems no better than being ruled by Samaritans. After all, these guys at the high table are all the same.

They are all trying to control themselves as the only voice in the world.

To this, all I can say is when are we going to do it?

I can't wait to hear their wails, and I want to know if they, who are trying to play with the fate of mankind, will scream like pigs when they are injured?"

Looking at the impatient expression on Frank's face, Duwei reached out and patted him on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, that day is not far away.

Now let's go to the Continental Hotel in Rome to taste Italian specialties, then take a comfortable hot bath and put on our newly arrived bulletproof suits.

Then you can hear the screams of the pigs as you wish."

Frank relaxed his muscles and bones:

"Really? That's really exciting."

Soon, the three of them arrived at the Rome Continental Hotel under the leadership of Du Wei.

The details of the Continental Hotel in Rome under the control of Julius were somewhat different from Winston's under those two iron laws.

For example, even if you are not a member, you can stay here as long as you abide by the no-killing policy.

However, non-members have to pay twice the price to stay in the hotel.

After arranging the accommodation for the three of them, Du Wei asked the tall and sexy Roman beauty waiter in front of him:

"Is the bartender here?"

The waiter smiled slightly and pointed to his left hand:

"He is always there. You can find him by following the smell of wine."

Du Wei nodded, sniffed and smelled the aroma of wine filling the air.

Following the aroma of wine, Du Wei soon came to a room full of various wine bottles.

Inside, there was a guy dressed exactly like the bartender who was concentrating on mixing the drinks in his hand.

Look at that skillful bartending posture, how long this guy has been immersed in it

Quite a lot.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Duwei."

The bartender didn't raise his head. He was focused on the goblet in front of him and casually called out Du Wei's identity.

Du Wei is not surprised by this, it is the 21st century now.

The connection between the front desk and the sommelier is not as slow as before, and it is not surprising that the sommelier knows his name.

Duvilla passed a stool and sat in front of the bartender:

"Do you have any liquor here?"

The bartender who heard the secret message stopped mixing the wine and poured the wine in the goblet into the trash can nearby.

Then he reached under the table and pressed the button.

The surrounding doors and windows were instantly covered with bulletproof steel plates.

The bartender took out the tablecloth and wiped his hands, then stood up and walked towards the weapon rack that slowly rose to the side:

"Of course, I wonder which country's spirits Mr. Duwei prefers?"

"What's your recommendation?"

"Ha, of course the Xiong Kingdom has the strongest stuff, but before drinking strong liquor, I think you would be interested in knowing some alcoholic drinks that you can drink on a daily basis.

Please allow me to introduce to you Austria’s latest products, Glock 26 and 34.

It is equipped with a control handle and a mouth slot for easy loading..."

Seeing that the bartender was about to introduce the advantages of the two Austrian-made Glocks in his hand, Duwei knocked his knuckles on the raised weapon storage cabinet underneath and interrupted the bartender's introduction:

"I said, I want strong wine, strong enough wine.

There’s no need to take out this little toy, it’s not tasty enough.”

The awkward look on the waiter's face flashed away.

After all, he gets a considerable commission for selling weapons.

Usually the killers who come here are willing to trade their face to buy two Glocks for self-defense.

But the doctor named Du Wei in front of him seemed to have a very clear purpose.

The bartender had no choice but to turn around and put a gun or a grenade launcher on the table with both hands.

"M32 multi-shot grenade launcher, is this powerful enough?"

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