Part-time as God of the Heavens

The judge sat in the back seat, motionless.

After a few more shots, the men she brought all fell to the ground, and they all hit between the eyebrows.

After a while.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

The judge looked sideways, looked coldly at the person who knocked on the window, and found that this was the one on the document he saw on the way here.

Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi gestured to get out of the car and backed away.

"Do you know what you did?" the judge got out of the car and asked.

"Know."

"Do you know what you're going to face?"

"Know."

"Why is that?" The judge's tone was a little surprised. "In the Continental Hotel, there is no record of your taking on the task of protecting Ai Rui. You took the task in private, at the cost of confronting the high table?"

"It seems that you didn't think about why I did this." Zhou Yi nodded.

"Of course I didn't," the judge shook his head, "Judging from your information, before this, you had no contact with the high table table, you directly applied to become a killer, completed the assessment task, everything was normal, I asked out of your purpose."

"That can only mean that your information is incomplete." Zhou Yi smiled, "You also know who my name is, so I'll just cut to the chase."

"I'll save your life, let you go back, and tell the [Elder] at the high table something."

"The Knights Templar, are back."

"Also, if anyone breaks the rules—"

Zhou Yi snapped his fingers, and there were several gunshots within the group.

"That's where the Templars appeared."

Wherever the rule goes, the knight will come!

...

"Just let her go?"

Wick looked at the Inquisitor who was leaving step by step and asked.

"When the two armies are at war, they won't kill them," Zhou Yi said. "Also, this is a remote area. If you look at her, she must have no money, no guns, and she is dressed in a high... IMHO, go to the place. , it was enough for her to suffer."

"When is it, you still have such careful consideration?" Wick was shocked.

"The black belly can't be thrown away, although it can't be killed directly, but torturing it a little bit, isn't it?" Zhou Yi chuckled, "How can you pretend to be forceful in front of me, if you don't have any real skills?"

"Now that you've gotten this far..." Wick sighed. "Are we ready?"

"Don't worry, it will take time for them to act, and at that time, we will have the capital to fight," Zhou Yi said. "It's not a big problem."

"Although there is the New York Continental Hotel and a group of Templars who have been transferred from assassins, I think this is far from enough," Wick said with a serious face, "Zhou Yi, I believe you will not just rely on this With a little confidence, can you tell me where your real confidence comes from?"

"Of course it's from..."

While talking, the phone rang suddenly, and Zhou Yi smiled when he saw the name of the caller.

"Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here..."

...

Gilbreth, an ordinary police officer.

No one knew why he became a police officer, or, if he did, he pretended not to know.

At that time, Gilbreth's family could also be regarded as middle-class, with several factories under his father's name.

Later, because of business competition, he couldn't beat his father's competitors through formal means and chose another way to offer a reward to his father at the Continental Hotel.

What happened after that... Naturally, there is no need to say more.

Although those competitors have also become affiliates of the high table and lost their autonomy, but for Gilbreth, this result is far from enough.

His father died, his beautiful family was broken, but the enemy lived well, the price was only a bounty, and then he became a running dog of the high table.

This is one of the reasons why the high table table can make so many countries dare not act rashly - the reward is not without a price. If you want to offer a reward, you must first recognize the status of the high table table, and then become a vassal of the high table table.

Just relying on the killer, the high table certainly can't get to the point where it is now, and it is impossible to have the status it is now.

It is precisely because of this that the high table table has successfully linked almost all the major forces in the underground world together, forming a large network that continuously radiates to the outside world. Now, even in the officialdom, there are quite a few people, and it is them. vassal!

This is the reason why no official force has dared to move at the High Table Table for so many years. Not only is it a threat of death, but there is also a price that is absolutely unbearable!

All these things, when Gilbreth became a policeman and wanted revenge, he was dissuaded by his superiors.

It was precisely because of this that he realized that the idea that he wanted to take revenge by becoming a police officer was so naive.

But, can't you just watch it?

Then watch it.

Hatred can't be vented, and it will slowly accumulate, especially after Gilbreth became a policeman and was exposed to more such things.

He is very smart, so he didn't burn up everything like a moth to the flame, because he knew that it was useless, just a short-lived spark in the ice and snow.

He has been waiting, waiting for the opportunity to come, and he believes that he can definitely wait for it.

And now-

"This is... what's the situation?" Gilbreth asked, looking at his companion.

"This is..." The companion's tone was also a little hesitant.

Most of the things that the killer caused were collected by the [vulture] organization.

But this time...

No one came to collect the body, so it couldn't be kept there forever. Under pressure, the police station still sent a bunch of police officers to solve it. When he saw this scene, Gilbreth was completely stunned.

There are corpses everywhere, this word, used in the city, is not an exaggeration at this time.

Moreover, the most important thing is that the fatal wounds of these killers are all on the eyebrows, and there is also a cross!

"Is this a new pretense made by the killer of the Continental Hotel?" said the companion, "Haha, maybe it's because you've done too much, so you want to use the cross to wash away your sins?"

"No, there's no need for those guys to do that," Gilbreth shook his head. "And don't you think it's strange that the vultures didn't come to collect the corpse?"

"Oh, it's none of my business, anyway, it's better to die." The companion sneered, "Come on, help me and start working, the vultures are no longer working, we have to make a cameo."

"That's true." Gilbreth and his companions worked together to lift the body and put it into a large truck specially rented by the police station.

"Come on, there are more!" The companion greeted.

"Oh, good!" Gilbreth verbally agreed, looking at the cross.

He always felt wrong.

"Gilbreth!" The companion greeted again.

"Here it is!" Gilbreth turned around, took only two steps, and then turned back, ignoring the blood, took the cross in his hand, put it in his pocket, and walked towards his companion.

As their companions said, they still have a lot of work to do.

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