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Rogge, who had regained consciousness, took a deep breath, and a light seemed to flash in his eyes.

His aura is completely different now.

Logan's eyes were fixed on the figure flashing in the mist.

Seeing Rogge cheering up inexplicably, the two ninjas looked at each other and instantly understood what the other was thinking.

Then they raised their samurai swords and attacked Rogge from two completely different directions.

Rogge, who had already focused all his attention on the nearby area, immediately felt the flow of smoke around him.

He immediately realized the tactics of the two. If he wanted to avoid being surrounded, the best way was to take the initiative and kill one of them first!

Rogge used the dagger in his hand as a hidden weapon and shot it toward the smoke flow in the back. After buying some time, he actually took off his clothes.

Then he wrapped the clothes in his hands into a strip of cloth and used it as a weapon, and directly faced the katana coming from the front.

Then he calmly used the strip of cloth in his hand to twist and turn, directly binding the katana in the ninja's hand until there was no room for use.

Ninjas with restricted weapons could no longer hide their silhouettes with smoke, and they also lost their main battle weapons.

When he finally thought about letting go of the weapon, a powerful and heavy elbow struck his temple.

The severely wounded ninja was immediately dazzled and fainted, while Rogge wiped his neck mercilessly.

After taking down one, Rogge, who was engaged in a 1v1, easily repeated the same trick and killed the other ninja.

After the short battle ended, the smoke gradually dispersed.

But except for a few strange corpses lying on the ground, there was no sign of Pablo.

Rogge didn't think much and immediately followed the traces left on the ground.

Pablo, who was taken away by another ninja, did not forget to take away his numerous 'believers'.

These loyal believers are his natural human shields.

But this move exposed Pablo's position quite quickly.

In Medellin, no one can gather such a group of people like Pablo.

Pablo with his followers was as dazzling as a firefly in the dark night in the eyes of 47 people from above.

So as expected, Pablo bumped into Genmei and Xiao who were searching for him in the community.

When Pablo saw the two women blocking the road, he didn't take it to heart at all.

In the world of Colombian drug lords, women are just symbols of value.

In this cruel world, except for Isabella from Tijuana, who became a female drug lord due to her blood, there is no one else that Pablo can look up to.

But just when Pablo decided to ignore these two weak-looking women, he caught a glimpse of a special carbine suddenly appearing in their hands.

Pablo secretly screamed something bad, but before he could utter a word of caution, there was a burst of firing.

Along with the strafing, the crowd who thoughtlessly guarded Pablo fell like rice in the autumn harvest.

The scene instantly became chaotic.

Even the 'Ndrangheta ninjas who escorted Pablo here didn't expect this scene.

The two women in front of me were so decisive. They dared to shoot decisively when facing so many 'civilians'?

They couldn't let them continue, otherwise Pablo would be delayed and would be noticed by the special forces nearby.

When facing those elite and modern special forces, even if he is Oda Nobunaga's reincarnation, it will be useless.

The awakened ninja immediately squeezed through the chaotic crowd with smoke bombs and shurikens in hand, trying to find a suitable position and was about to repeat his trick when he suddenly heard a dull sound.

Then there was a pain in his chest, and a splash of blood spattered from his field of vision.

The ninja looked down, and then he remembered that Pablo had said that there were snipers nearby.

Didn't he completely expose himself to the sniper's sight by running out of the chaotic crowd?

What a stupid choice!

But it's too late!

The ninja holding the shuriken fell down unwillingly with his eyes wide open.

Soon the neighborhood calmed down, and the only people still standing were Genmei and Xiao.

The two of them harvested everyone's lives like ruthless gods of death.

The fragile human body is as fragile as paper in front of the torrent of fiery bullets, and is directly and ruthlessly destroyed.

Looking at the people who had stopped moving in front of them, the two women looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

Isn't this too easy?

How could a legendary drug lord of a generation die so easily in a crowd?

Not even a decent resistance?

Xiao frowned and felt something was strange. She walked forward and dug through the pile of dead people. She needed to confirm Pablo's death with her own eyes.

Soon the pot-bellied body, which looked like it had lived a good life, was dug out by Xiao.

Judging from the appearance, this man is indeed Pablo.

But that fatal wound between the eyebrows is now beating with damn sparks!

Realizing something was wrong, Xiao pulled out the dagger at his feet and stabbed Pablo in the head.

With this cut, Xiao finally understood what was wrong that had been lingering in his heart!

This Pablo is clearly a robot with a bionic skeleton covered with a layer of human skin!

And the core of everything is the fist-sized thing on the tip of her knife, which looks like a chocolate ball!

This discovery surprised Xiao.

To be honest, she had never seen anything like this before when she was in CIA.

The most cutting-edge technology she has ever come into contact with is the machine known as the top of artificial intelligence.

She raised her head and looked at Genmei, who came over to observe the situation, and the inquiry in her eyes was self-evident.

Compared to Xiao who knew nothing, Genmei obviously remembered something from this familiar structure.

She took the sphere and looked at it through the hole pierced by the dagger for a while, then said with an ugly face:

"This seems to be a thing that carries human consciousness, which means that the person we killed was just an android with Pablo's memory!

The real Pablo is not here!

Damn it, what did this guy do with all that money!

This kind of technology should not appear in the world!

Where is Du Wei? Tell him about this as soon as possible!"

When Genmei tried to contact Du Wei, Du Wei, who was supposed to be coordinating the overall situation in the hotel room and waiting for the triumphant return of his workers, actually lost contact.

…

At the Continental Hotel in Bogota, more than 200 kilometers away from Medellin.

A figure wearing a half-mask was sitting quietly in the hotel lobby waiting with a copy of The Times. It was Du Wei, whom Genmei could not contact for the time being.

Because mainland hotels are normally isolated from external signals, except for mobile phones that can be used inside the hotel, other signals cannot come in.

So this is also the reason why Genmei cannot contact Du Wei.

Genmei was afraid that no matter how hard she thought, she would never have thought that after letting them go on the mission, Du Wei returned to Bogota non-stop to act as a third-hand insurance company.

The reason why Du Wei appears here is because he is waiting for someone.

Waiting for someone who may or may not come.

But it turns out that this person is still here.

Through the large floor-to-ceiling glass of the Continental Hotel, Duwei saw a Chevrolet sedan that could be seen everywhere on Columbia Street parked at the door, led by an SUV with a strange dove symbol spray-painted on it.

That strange pigeon is made entirely of triangles of different sizes.

This is one of the twelve seats at the High Table, the symbol of the Divine Providence Secret Society!

Seeing this scene, Du Wei knew that the person he was waiting for had arrived.

It seems that what he worried about most has happened.

Various forces in this world are more or less connected with the High Table.

Pablo's entanglement was particularly deep. He must have escaped in Medellin through some method when he was escorted to the Continental Hotel by the Divine Providence Society.

This method is still unknown to Du Wei, but it doesn't matter, he will figure it out sooner or later.

Du Wei folded the Times newspaper in his hand and placed it on the table against the wall, then walked briskly toward the door of the Continental Hotel humming a tune.

If someone passes by Du Wei, they can hear the content of the song he is humming.

"oh, death~

…

when God is gone and the devil takes Hold.

who will have merbsp; on your soul?

oh,                 death~

…

nothing satisfies me but your soul.

oh,                 death~"

Pablo, who had shaved off his trademark mustache, was getting out of the dilapidated Chevrolet car with his wife and children.

Cursing along the way, he immediately noticed this strange young man coming out of the Continental Hotel.

No matter how bad his English is, he still understands that death means death.

For Pablo, who had just suffered a huge blow, this word brought him an ominous meaning.

Pablo, who was in a high position and had always done whatever he wanted, suddenly felt an unknown anger in his heart. He glared fiercely at Du Wei who came over and cursed:

"Hey, kid, shut up!

Take this money and get out of my sight!"

As Pablo cursed, a stack of green dollar bills fell to the ground along his big hand.

Looking at the colorful banknotes flying in the sky, Du Wei stopped humming on the protracted sound of "death" as expected.

But when the humming stopped, Du Wei also had a gun in his hand, an SR-1MP pistol with a simple shape that could shoot armor-piercing bullets.

The moment he saw the black hole of the muzzle, Pablo's pupils suddenly shrank.

He subconsciously pulled his son in front of him to make Du Wei feel afraid.

But Du Wei is not 47, nor is he Rogge, nor is he a saint.

For him, as long as he is a drug lord, then it is a life!

Moreover, Pablo, who has not yet set foot within the confines of the Continental Hotel, is not yet protected by the no-killing rule.

Du Wei pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

Bang bang bang!

Three bullets accurately hit three members of Pablo's family while the members of the Divine Providence Society were relaxing nearby.

The green banknotes thrown up by Pablo slowly fell on Pablo's incredulous face.

These things that he once put so much thought into but now throw away will ultimately bear witness to his death.

Looking at the fallen Pablo, Du Wei took a step back and turned around with a smile and looked at the members of the Secret Society of God who had drawn out their guns.

Laughing? Can this person still laugh?

Doesn't he know that he is dead?

Dare to kill people under the eyes of the Divine Will Secret Society?

Should I kill Pablo, who is also an important figure to the Divine Will Secret Society?

Are you tired of living?!

Or is it that he knew he was going to die, so he faced it calmly?

The members of the Divine Mystery Society who were confused by Duwei's smile were about to shoot when they heard the sound of more guns being loaded.

They looked sideways and saw numerous people in suits walking out of the Continental Hotel, aiming guns at various parts of their bodies.

Then the front desk of the Continental Hotel in Bogota slowly walked out and said:

"No killing is allowed inside the Continental Hotel. Everyone, you don't want to violate the rules, right?"

When the members of the Divine Will Secret Society were trying to argue that Du Wei had not entered the Continental Hotel at all, they caught a glimpse of the soles of Du Wei's feet from the corner of their eyes.

Du Wei's feet happened to be on the first step leading to the main entrance of the Continental Hotel!

Damn it!

They finally understood the meaning of Du Wei's smile just now.

Du Wei clearly determined that they did not dare to trade their lives for their lives.

In other words, they have to let this matter go!

But they didn’t believe that Du Wein could stay in the Continental Hotel and not come out!

The members of the Divine Will Secret Society stared at Du Wei for a while, as if they wanted to remember the half of their face exposed under the mask.

In the end, they could only put away their firearms and walked to the building on the street to wait for Du Wei to leave.

Seeing these members of the Divine Will Secret Society who had to leave, Du Wei smiled and then threw three gold coins to the front desk in Bogota.

"I guess it would be easier to order three takeaways here."

"Yes, Mr. Death, this is the service you deserve."

Du Wei nodded and entered the Continental Hotel again.

The codename "Death" was modified by him using a machine to hack into the backstage of the unattended Continental Hotel in New York.

Then he let the machine help him erase and forge the past.

Then he also made fine adjustments to the lower half of his face. Even if he uses AI modeling after the Divine Will Secret Society, it will be difficult to really draw his real face.

With two insurances, it would be difficult for anyone to know his true identity.

If only someone could know who he was under such circumstances.

Then kill them all!

Du Wei's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Unless there are special circumstances, he would not take action.

Now that he has taken action, he must put an end to everything.

Being high-profile is never what Du Wei wants. Such behavior will only lead to death in this world.

Now, just let those fool-like members of the Divine Providence Secret Society wait outside for him to leave.

With these thoughts in mind, Du Wei stepped into the elevator dedicated to the management of the Continental Hotel.

Speaking of the permission to use the special elevator, we have to mention Winston who is still hiding around and not knowing where he really is.

Although Winston is now wanted by the High Table, this world is still a world of relationships.

So with Winston's favor, Du Wei easily obtained the secret passage out of the Continental Hotel from the manager of the Continental Hotel in Bogota.

While those members of the Divine Will Secret Society were still guessing how many days it would take Du Wei to come out.

Du Wei had already gone to Medellin.

Not long after, the five people gathered in the hotel again.

Now Colombian authorities have announced Pablo's death.

It is said that Pablo was shot and killed by the heroic Colombian military while fleeing in a middle-class neighborhood of Medellín.

The corpse, which was clearly an android, appeared on TV looking like a real person after being repaired by a corpse makeup artist.

In the beautiful country's domestic media, it is said that a bounty army composed of retired veterans from the special forces completed this feat.

But the five people present knew that this was not the case.

The reason Colombian officials were so eager to announce Pablo's death was because of their own political needs.

After all, there is no way to explain to the public such a big thing as the bombing of Medellin without covering it up with other things.

What's more, announcing Pablo's death will be more conducive to dismantling the drug lord gang headed by the Medellin Group.

The same goes for Beautiful Country.

Even though they all knew that it was not the real Pablo, they all unanimously announced that Pablo was dead.

Genmei, who was watching the news, couldn't help but complain:

"Even the androids were not killed by them. Everyone took the credit and made it look like the real thing."

Du Wei smiled:

"It doesn't matter. Although Pablo is dead, his subordinates all over Colombia are not dead.

Whoever wants to be a target in this matter should do so.

Anyway, as long as our mission is completed."

After hearing this, Genmei looked at Du Wei curiously:

"Speaking of how you knew Pablo would replace himself with an android.

Then he went to the Continental Hotel to seek temporary refuge?"

Du Wei shook his head and explained:

"I don't know, I just assumed the worst.

Since the elders already have relatively mature consciousness transplantation technology.

Then I'm going to assume that Pablo also got this technology.

And where will Pablo go after he escapes with enemies everywhere?

He must be waiting for the storm to pass before making a comeback.

Therefore, the Continental Hotel is his best and most suitable choice.

Under normal circumstances, no one in mainland hotels would dare to do anything.

I waited there with the thought of being safe, but I didn’t expect to see this big fish.”

After hearing Du Wei's explanation, several people finally understood why Du Wei ran back to Bogotá.

Speaking of which, if Du Wei hadn't been behind the scenes, this operation would probably have failed.

Now that Pablo is dead, can they go back to Beautiful Country?

After all, compared to the various convenient facilities in beautiful countries, living in Colombia is not very convenient.

Facing Genmei, he asked when he could go back.

Duwei took out a new stack of photos from his pocket and posted them on the tactical board beside him.

"Although Pablo is dead now, the anti-drug issue is far from over.

Banned drugs are related to an important source of income for high-end tables.

Cutting it off will not only save countless lives, but also severely damage the high-end table economically.

If one of the economic pillars of the high-profile table is the Medellin Group.

Well, there is a Cali Group in Colombia that is secretly watching this market.

Now that the Medellin Group has collapsed, they will naturally not miss this good opportunity.

And I found that the Divine Will and Mystery Society is also very active here.

Therefore, we who rarely come here still have more work to do.

Wherever the Mysteries of Divine Providence exist, there must be great benefits.

Aren't you interested in where Pablo's android body came from?

Don’t you want to know whether the Cali Group also has this technology?

Now do you still want to go back to that chaotic New York?"