Part-time as God of the Heavens

Generally speaking, although Zhou Yi likes to pretend to be coercive, he will not pretend to this extent, and it is even less likely that he will use the life of his subordinates to pretend.

But this time, he wasn't just trying to pretend.

This time, the significance of this battle to the Knights Templar can be described as crucial.

It was not announced in advance, but it was the first head-to-head confrontation between the Knights Templar and the forces of the High Table.

It is also such a large-scale battle, showing it in front of the world and playing its own name!

Thirty minutes by car.

Bloody storm.

Every step forward, several killers wanted to do it, but in just the next second, they were found and killed by the Templars hidden in the crowd.

The killer who fell on the side of the road did not arouse the panic of passersby. They had long been accustomed to the existence of the killer, even to the extent of indifference.

The police don’t ask about it, and the state chooses to ignore it. What can ordinary people do?

It's not that no one has a loved one killed thinking revenge, but not everyone is a movie star, not everyone is John Wick or Wesley Gibson.

Not everyone can kill more than 400 people by themselves, just for a dog; not everyone can kill an organization that has existed for thousands of years, and it is all about comparison.

Under the threat of life from killers, the neglect of society, and the hollowness of the law, ordinary people can only watch, just watch.

However, the seeds of hatred will always be planted.

How many black seeds of hatred have been planted over the years?

Zhou Yi observed the surroundings, and from time to time, he shot down the hidden bullets with his wrench.

When he saw that the passersby saw the killers fall, and there was a trace of joy in their eyes, it was already clear.

The seeds have long sprouted and become a forest of darkness.

Just waiting for him, leading the other Templars, to make it into a canoe.

...

Thirty minutes, no more, no less.

Zhou Yi fulfilled his promise perfectly, took Ai Rui to the door of the New York Continental Hotel, and sent him in.

Left behind, a bloody road behind!

Although staying in a mainland hotel requires identity, which is the so-called "loyalty to the high table", either a killer or someone from another organization, but since the manager Winston is already his own, then naturally he doesn't need to care.

All the people or forces who enjoy the service of the high table table naturally also need to recognize the status of the high table table and become the vassal of the high table table, which is also the reason why the power of the high table table spreads throughout the entire underground world.

"You really..." Winston sighed, "The killer at the Continental Hotel in New York has lost twenty percent in just thirty minutes."

"Only twenty percent?" Zhou Yi asked rhetorically.

"That's relative to the total number. If you use the killer's level and activity level, it's almost half the number." Winston sighed and didn't stop. exaggerate."

"It's just right to appear as a Templar." Zhou Yi nodded and smiled, "Well, anyway, I'm not my own, so I don't feel bad when I die, and what's more, it's so valuable to die, isn't it?"

"That's right," Winston nodded. "However, I've been the owner of a mainland hotel for more than 40 years. After such a change, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable."

"Now you are also the hotel owner, but you just have another part-time job," Zhou Yi laughed and stood up, "I'll leave it to you first, I'll take care of things over there, by the way, the bounty has been increased. ?"

"Of course," Winston smiled, "The Continental Hotel never suffers. I estimate that the high table is also preparing for the trial... Soon, it is estimated that it will come."

"The high table wants something, the mainland hotel wants money, the Templars want to die, they are really miserable, but also, who makes them always think about breaking the rules?"

"Being as a person and doing things, you have to follow the rules..."

Before he finished speaking, the hotel door was closed again.

The first show has just opened.

...

"what?"

In the conference room, many men looked at each other.

They were driven to desperation by the falling drug prices of the iResearch Group, and they chose to become the affiliated forces of the high table table at the expense of successfully obtaining the qualifications to offer rewards to the presidents of those pharmaceutical companies that offered rewards to iResearch.

They gathered together, prepared to hold a celebration party after the event was completed, and discussed how to divide up the channels monopolized by the iResearch Group.

However, just after they happily arranged everything, they received a call from the Continental Hotel.

"Why didn't it work?" a CEO asked. "Shouldn't it be their fault?"

"Continental Hotel will not reason with us. As long as the loss of personnel exceeds a certain level, they will ask us to increase the price." The president who answered the phone said.

"In just 30 minutes, the killers at the Continental Hotel in New York lost 20 percent. This is a price they can't afford, so we must increase the bounty."

"...How much do they want us to increase the price?" Another CEO asked thoughtfully.

"Ten million dollars and more to come..."

"How is this possible? How do we have so much cash flow?"

"They don't care about that..."

"Okay, since we have already embarked on this road, and it has brought such great consequences, it is no longer possible for us to retire if we want to," said a CEO. "Everyone sells some assets and prepares..."

"Dong Dong Dong!"

While he was talking, the door of the conference room was knocked on, and his subordinates knew: "The commissioner from the high table is here."

"The high table!"

The faces of the presidents suddenly turned pale.

Not only the mainland hotel, but even the high table is coming!

As you can imagine, the seriousness of the situation!

After a while, an elegant commissioner in high heels arrived.

"I'm a high-table judge." The judge's voice was cold, "Because of your direct cause, the registered killer of New York Continental Hotel lost more than 20%."

"It's not our will, it's a matter of the Continental Hotel's capacity, and the Continental Hotel has..." a president argued.

"I'm not here to discuss with you, gentlemen, I'm just here to announce the results of the trial," the judge glanced around, "Hawkeye and the Continental Hotel will all get their due trial, but before that, it's for you of."

"Prepare to pack up your things. 40% of all your company's assets will be delivered to the high table as compensation for this huge loss, within ten days of the deadline."

"Finally to reiterate, everyone, this is not a negotiation."

The judge put down the contract in his hand and turned to leave.

"It's a trial."

...

The judge got into the special car and was about to leave. When he went to complete his remaining tasks, he was stopped by a bullet.

The bulletproof glass was a thin piece of paper in front of the armor-piercing bullet. The driver of the special car fell on the driver's seat, blood flowing from the blood hole that suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.

The judge sat upright on his seat, motionless, his face ashen.

The climax from the first show of the Knights Templar has only just begun!

ps: The state is not right these days... I'm sorry I'm sorry...

I'm really sorry, because this is the first time I want to write about such a grand organizational confrontation, so I can only slowly grind my hands. The most important thing is that I have an exam next week... bald, and there are so many classes in my senior year. More exams! ! ! I'm so pissed off!