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The prototype of the M32 multi-shot grenade launcher comes from the MGL grenade launcher. It has a caliber of 40 mm, a ammunition capacity of 6 rounds, a total length of 730 mm, and a foldable butt.

The most important thing is that the six grenades it possesses can be fired within three seconds.

Such a rate of fire is enough to earn it a place on the list of violent weapons.

It has excellent performance in urban combat and ambush warfare.

It is a well-deserved ‘strong drink,!

Du Wei was very satisfied with the fact that the sommelier no longer promoted sales but began to truly consider the needs of customers.

At that time, countless grenades were thrown into the gathered crowd.

The lethality and scene are comparable to a fireworks display, right?

"Okay, that's it. I want four handfuls. Send them to my room."

A trace of astonishment flashed across the bartender's face at Du Wei's decisiveness.

He originally thought that Du Wei, who interrupted him to introduce firearms, would be an extremely difficult guest.

He was ready to introduce a series of real "spirits-level" weapons such as RPGs, Gatling guns, and Barrett heavy snipers.

Unexpectedly, he just took out an appetizer-like grenade launcher, and Du Wei had already bought it and left it?

Is this shopping too fast?

This is not talking about a piece of clothing, but about personal safety and life!

Fortunately, the sommelier was also professionally trained. After a brief moment of astonishment, he returned to his original calm smile.

"Okay, four gold coins, will you deduct them from the bank?"

Duwei nodded, took away a bottle of bourbon on the table, shook it at the bartender and said:

"Do you mind giving me a bottle of wine?"

The corners of the sommelier's eyes twitched slightly. Because Du Wei did not purchase the firearms he recommended, the commission he received was far less than originally expected.

He doesn't have much money to make if he doesn't sell grenade launchers.

That one bottle of whiskey could wipe out all the money he made on four grenade launchers.

But can he say no to customers who may come again in the future?

Especially when he knew that Du Wei had a Devo bank account with a limit of one thousand gold coins.

So the bartender could only keep smiling and nod slightly:

"Of course, Mr. Duwei, you can just take them all, no problem."

Du Wei raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile:

"Really? Then pack up all the wine on the table and send it to my room.

By the way, let me tell you one more thing, Mr. Bartender, you are such a good person."

Good man... these three words kept echoing in the mind of the slightly pale sommelier.

What a pity, what he said just now was just to be polite!

Does Du Wei know what it means to be polite?!

He clearly said that one bottle is enough for you, don’t take any more!

As a result, Du Wei actually climbed up the pole and not only wanted them all, but he also had to pack them up and send them to his room?!

This is simply shooting yourself in the foot!

He regretted so much now why he had to say the last sentence. Couldn't he just say yes?

If you have to show your grace, there is no problem if you take them all away.

It's good now, Du Wei really wants them all!….

This wave is equivalent to spitting out all the money he just made from John Wick!

"This is a business need, a business need. As long as Du Wei is still in Rome, he will come back sooner or later to buy military supplies.

I’m just building a relationship in advance so that I can make more money in the future!”

The bartender could only continue to comfort and hypnotize himself in this way, and then he slowly forgot the pain in his heart.

He didn't believe that Du Wei's mission could be completed in a short time.

As long as Du Wei is still here, he has the possibility of making money back!

Just why are you clenching your fists so tightly?

…

The three people playing cards in the house soon saw Duwei, who had gone out for a walk, come back with a bottle of bourbon in his hand.

Although Frank's eyes were focused on the whiskey, he still raised his hand seriously and made a stop gesture and said:

"Sorry, drinking is prohibited during the mission. Alcohol will only paralyze your brain and distort your movements."

Du Wei nodded and said with deep understanding:

"Indeed, so this wine is used to celebrate after completing the assassination."

Hearing the word "celebration", Frank immediately lost his composure:

"Celebrating? Just one bottle? Who are you looking down on?

Reise, tell him quickly, how many bottles of wine like this can you drink alone?"

Reese looked at the bottle of whiskey and shook his head:

"This bottle is not enough for me to rinse my mouth. I think I need a box anyway."

With Rise's support, Frank immediately turned back to Duwei and said:

"Really? Who can drink from such a bottle?

Go quickly, go quickly, I have one box, Rise has one box, and McKell has one box. No matter what, I have to use three boxes.

Considering that it is a celebration and we must have fun, how about taking a three?

Just like this, you go buy a bar and tell us the mission location and time.

When you come back from buying wine, we have just completed the task and the connection is perfect, how about it?"

Frank seems to have subconsciously ignored the fact that Duwei can also drink.

It seemed that Du Wei's incident of drinking several people down the day before yesterday had cast a shadow on him.

Du Wei smiled and was about to answer when there was a knock on the door.

McKale, who was closest to the door, opened the door strangely. There was no one outside, only boxes of various wines, three clothing boxes and four weapon storage bags.

McCael can still understand the clothes box and weapon storage bag.

After all, they had ordered the most advanced bulletproof suits, and Du Wei just said he was going to get some heavy weapons.

But what’s going on with exactly nine boxes of wine, no more, no less?

Did Duwei predict Frank's speech?

"Hey, Michael, why are you in a daze? Who is at the door? Can you stay in a daze for so long?"

Michael didn't waste any time and carried the things at the door directly into the room.

After seeing the custom-made suit arrived, Frank's face immediately lit up with joy.

When he saw the four shiny M32 multi-shot grenade launchers, the joy on Frank's face faded and became solemn.

He is very aware of the lethality of military weapons such as the M32 multi-shot grenade launcher.

It seems that Du Wei is not just talking about his determination to kill the top leaders of the Camorra family.

The nine boxes of wine that McKell brought in at the end suddenly made Frank's expression brighten...

What does it mean to be frightened? This is it.

Du Wei actually guessed his speech in advance and bought nine boxes of wine in advance?

This has clearly revealed his character.

This thought instantly made Frank's back wet.

An idea came to his mind involuntarily: Don't be an enemy to anyone but Du Wei.

It's scary to have an enemy who knows you better than you know yourself.

It feels like I’ve seen it through completely!

Fortunately, they are not enemies, otherwise I would not know how I would die.

Du Wei saw everyone's reactions.

But this is indeed a coincidence.

But it's better to be intimidating than to lose the distance due to being too familiar.

For example, Genmei is a negative example. Thinking of this woman whose bad taste is getting worse and worse, Du Wei gets a headache.

Fortunately, he had an idea and sent him away to HK to carry out the mission.

Now at least the three people here have enough respect for him, this

enough.

"Okay, let's talk about the celebration when we get back. Get ready to go."

After hearing Du Wei's words, the three professionals immediately stopped laughing and turned to work.

They silently began to inspect each firearm that would be used, put on their clothes one by one, and arranged the weapons one by one.

After he was fully dressed, three chilling feelings came to his face.

Du Wei knew that they were ready, nodded, and walked out of the room with the black firearm storage bag containing the M32 multi-shot grenade launcher.

The four of them walked in the corridor of the hotel, attracting the attention of the nearby killers.

Teamwork between killers is unlikely.

Cooperation between four people like Du Wei is very rare.

The killers all speculated whether there was any important action going to take place in Rome tonight.

It's not like someone wants to assassinate the Pope, right?

Sitting in the hotel lobby, Ares, a female killer with tattoos on her fingers, couldn't help but reveal a disdainful smile when she heard everyone's comments.

As Santino's number one killer, she naturally knows what big event is going to happen tonight.

This big event was not caused by the four people who just walked by, but by another person, or in other words, God.

He is John Wick, known as the ‘God of Death’!

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for the Camorra family.

Soon, there will be a carnival of killers all over the world.

As for Night Stalker John, she had long wanted to try his skills.

Ares raised his wrist and said to the communicator on his hand:

"John has already set off."

…

When the eyes of all concerned are focused on John Wick, known as the Night Stalker.

They did not notice that under the cover of night, four people followed the route John took and arrived at the tomb below the D'Antonio mansion.

And successfully reached the upper level from the intricate underground space.

Looking at the lively scene, which was as lively as an electronic music festival, even Frank had to sigh that it was great to have power and money.

You can start a grand party at any time in your own manor of thousands of square meters.

After finding a high place and setting up a sniper rifle, Frank couldn't help but search for Gianna in the crowd...

If we want to deal with the Camorra family, then the future head of the Camorra family must die!

But what was surprising was that he searched everyone at the scene but could not find Gianna, who was supposed to be protected by heavy bodyguards.

Frank pressed the headset and said with some confusion:

"Something is wrong. Have you discovered the existence of the 'white fox'?"

In order to avoid communications being intercepted, everyone had agreed to use White Fox as Jaina's codename.

Similarly, Black Tiger is Santino's code name.

Soon, Riese's voice came from the headphones:

"Indeed, not only the white fox, but also the black tiger has disappeared.

Aren’t they going to show up for this grand coronation ceremony?”

"I think Du should know what's going on."

In the end, McKell didn't bother to guess, so he directly gave Du Wei's last name and asked him to answer.

He felt that Du Wei, who had made such a thorough plan to assassinate the top leaders of Camorra, had no reason not to know where the leaders of Camorra were.

It turns out McKell was right, as Duwe explains directly:

"Don't worry about them, one of them will die here and the other will die in New York.

When the white fox dies, chaos will ensue. Pay attention to those targets on the list and kill them first.

Then use grenades to create even more chaos.

Finally, we will evacuate as planned."

With Du Wei's instructions, the three of them no longer took Jaina seriously.

Since Du Wei said that Jaina was dead, then Jaina would definitely die.

Duweike has never made a mistake in this kind of thing.

Now they just need to wait quietly.

The three of them adjusted their breathing and aimed the crosshairs on the eyepieces at other targets.

For example, Greer, the actual leader of Decima Technology.

For example, the second in command of the Camorra family.

And so on, all three of them have found their figures.

Then just wait quietly for the fuse to light.

Not long after, they saw the man Duwei called the fuse, John Wick, in the venue.

At this time, John seemed to be discovered by Gianna's bodyguards.

The two stopped where they were and were talking about something.

It seemed that the atmosphere between the two was very tense.

The next second, as if they had made an agreement, the two people pulled up their bulletproof suits, curled up as much as possible behind the bulletproof suits, and frantically pulled the trigger toward the opposite side.

The sudden sound of gunshots immediately caused chaos at the scene.

Among the gunshots and screams, no one noticed that several silenced gunshots were being fired calmly.

The figures running away fell to the ground after being hit by a bullet in the middle of their foreheads.

But the people fleeing in panic had no time to pay attention to who fell around them.

They only know that as long as they can run out of the D'Antonio mansion faster than others, the greater their chance of survival!

The scene underground was chaos.

John, who was far more skilled than Gianna's bodyguard, managed to get rid of the initial bodyguard, and shot and killed everyone who caught up with him mercilessly.

John, who was running, faintly heard the sound of grenades coming from behind...

But now he has no time to look back.

The Camorra family's numerous bodyguards and younger brothers have already gathered around.

He followed the originally planned route and fled into the catacombs under D'Antonio, trying to escape from it.

But soon he met his ‘ally’, a mute female killer named Ares.

The moment he saw Ares appear, John knew that Santino was planning to kill and silence him.

In this way, no one will know that he led this sister-killing conspiracy.

John gasped for air and began to use words to delay his recovery:

"Are there any unresolved goals?"

Ares means in sign language, "There is still one person who is not dead, and that is you."

John realized something was wrong, so he raised his gun and shot. As expected, countless Santino's cronies emerged from both sides in the next moment.

Bang bang bang!

Gunshots resounded through the catacombs again.

John gradually distanced himself by relying on his familiarity with the terrain.

But strangely, the gunshots behind him became fainter again.

He didn't think those people would give up the pursuit, so the only possibility was that he had help?

Someone help him?

John did not inform any of his friends that he was coming to Rome.

Because he knows that this is a mission that requires death, and there is no need to let more people die.

But what happened behind the scenes?

Looking at the shadow appearing on the wall behind him, John's spirit was already tense to the extreme.

"Hey, we're coming out, but don't shoot, John."

Hearing this familiar voice, John's tense body immediately relaxed.

As a killer, he has a very good memory, so he knows that the person coming is Du Wei.

Although he couldn't figure out how Du Wei appeared here, there was no doubt that the temporary crisis had been resolved.

Sure enough, it was Du Wei and his four men who came out from the corner of the passage, fully armed.

John understood that now was not the time to say thank you, so he just nodded to the four of them and relied on his temporary

I walked towards the outside world with the strength gained from resting.

Looking at John walking away, Frank said according to Duwei's previous thinking:

"Let him go like this? Wouldn't it be more in our interests to let him die here?

After all, it will all end with his death, and the High Table will not find out that we were involved."

Du Wei nodded:

"Of course we have to let him go. If he doesn't leave, who will kill Santino who is hiding in the Continental Hotel in New York?

As long as Santino dies, the Camorra family will not fall."

Frank, who had heard many times about the consequences of murder in the Continental Hotel, was suddenly shocked:

"What? You mean John dared to kill someone in the Continental Hotel?

He doesn't want to die? Will there be any place for him in this world?"

Du Wei chuckled:

"Of course there won't be any, unless we are willing to take in this hot potato."

En Duwei wants John to become a member of the Salvation Organization?

But the risks are too great.

Especially in New York, a city that can be called the home base of Continental Hotels.

There is probably a killer hiding among every hundred people on a busy road.

If John is really recruited to become a member of the salvation organization, their safety will not be guaranteed even if there are no Samaritans.

Killers don't kill based on identity, they kill based on face!

Unless you change your face, you will never be able to avoid the attacks of the killers!

Because this is a wanted ticket that never expires!

So Frank needs to confirm Duwei's intentions:

"Then will you take him in?"

Du Wei showed an unintelligible smile and said:

"A true friend will never put his friends in crisis.

Otherwise, why do you think John came to Rome alone?

He is destined to fight alone and die alone.

This is the ultimate fate of all killers, to go wherever they come from."

Frank breathed a long sigh of relief and said:

"So, you won't take him in?"

Du Wei smiled and shook his head:

"No, what I want to say is that that is the end of his destiny, but it is not the end of his destiny that I gave him.

Since the high table wants to kill him, shouldn’t we just destroy the high table?”

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