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John Wick took the photo, nodded and said,
"I will take back the dragon ball from her."
John Wick thought for a moment, then said after some consideration:
"I also know some friends."
"If the high table is overturned, they might be willing to put in some effort."
Smith Doyle was not surprised to hear the other party's words. After all, John Wick had been a legendary killer for so many years, and he must have some trustworthy partners. He even knew who were dissatisfied with the rule of the High Table.
"I'm very happy that you have this thought, but I don't have much time to contact them."
"After locating the group of elders hiding in Casablanca, we will launch the attack."
"After dealing with this, you can contact some people you trust and ask them to counterattack or leave."
John Wick nodded:
"I see."
Smith Doyle thought for a moment and said again:
"After you get the Dragon Ball, you go straight to the desert of Casablanca."
"Then look up, Canis Minor, and follow the constellation of Orion in the night sky. You follow the brightest star."
"Walk until you are on the verge of death, and then keep walking. When you have only your last breath left, he may come to you, or he may not."
"It all depends on your luck."
"I'll have Wesley send someone through our channels to take you to Casablanca later."
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the other side.
Bowery King was at his gang headquarters when Olla came over and said:
"An adjudicator wishes to see you."
The King of Bowery Street looked at his men, exhaled deeply, and thought to himself: "I didn't expect that the High Table would send a judge. I provided John Wick with a gun, so I won't be held accountable."
The King of Bowery Street glanced at the many men in front of him, not knowing who had reported the matter to the high table.
At this time, the King of Bowery came to the rooftop where he raised pigeons, holding an umbrella, waiting for the arrival of the judge.
Soon, Olla came up with the judge.
The King of Bowery Street looked at the judge who came over and said with a smile:
"Welcome to my mission control center, my operational mastermind, my super gateway to information."
"I hold the words of the streets here, and the roads of the world."
The judge looked around and said in surprise:
"With some pigeons?"
The King of Bowery Street also looked at the pigeons around him, and then said:
"Yes, you see a mouse with wings, and I see the Internet."
The King of Bowery Street said confidently at this time:
"No IP address, no electronic footprint, can't be tracked, can't be hacked, can't be found."
The judge sneered:
"Does it make you sick?"
The King of Bowery Street's original confident look immediately disappeared, and he looked at the judge and said:
"I wouldn't recommend you eat them."
After looking him up and down, he asked,
"What do you want?"
The judge raised his head arrogantly and said:
"I want to see where that didn't happen."
The King of the Bowery stared at the adjudicator and asked,
"Where nothing happened?"
The judge said word by word:
"Where you didn't kill John Wick."
The King of Bowery Street lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep voice,
"I have always been under the impression that contracts and execution are optional."
"I have no problem with what John Wick does."
After hearing the explanation from the King of the Bowery, the Judge handed the umbrella to Olla who was standing nearby, and then said,
"But you gave John Wick a 1911 with seven bullets, knowing that he planned to use it against the high table, right?"
After finishing his words, the adjudicator took out a pistol from his briefcase and said to the King of Bowery Street:
"To be exact, it's this Kimber 1911."
After showing the King of the Bowery the weapon John Wick used to commit the crime, the Judge put the pistol back into his briefcase, then walked up to the King of the Bowery and said:
"You gave John Wick seven bullets."
"The High Table gives you seven days."
Hearing the words of the judge, the King of the Bowery asked:
"Speak clearly, what do you mean by seven days?"
The judge said expressionlessly:
"To get your affairs in order, and to find a new home for your bird."
"In seven days, you will abdicate."
Hearing the words of the adjudicator, the King of Bowery Street couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Ah, ha ha ha ha."
Then the King of the Bowery laughed louder and louder, and then he threw his umbrella to the ground and said,
"My dear, do you know where the Bowery is, Judge?"
"You know what would happen if I just waved my hand?"
The King of the Bowery also waved his hand, made a vivid metaphor, and then continued:
"No, no one can sit on the throne for me."
"Because, I am the throne, baby."
"I am the Bowery!"
The King of Bowery Street glared at the judge and said:
"I am everything you don't want to see when you walk down the street at night."
"The Bowery is mine, and mine alone!"
The judge still spoke with a cold expression:
"Don't make the mistake of thinking that you exist outside the rules and no one else can."
"You have seven days."
After saying this last sentence, the arbitrator turned and left the rooftop, heading to the next place.
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the other side.
Winston knew that he couldn't just sit there and wait for death. If he wanted to keep his position as the manager of the Continental Hotel, he didn't have many options.
Unless he gets the support of the elders of the High Table, but he doesn't have that connection. Even though he is the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, he still can't reach the elders of the High Table.
Then the only option is to do the same as John Wick and go to the League of Assassins.
But the Continental Hotel is different from John Wick, and the other party's style of doing things will not accept a killer platform like him.
Even if the other party accepts, the Continental Hotel in New York will become an isolated island. Without those rules, there will be no need for the Continental Hotel to exist.
He had only one choice, which was to divert the blame and let the Judge of the High Table and the Assassin's League fight against each other.
Only in this way can the other party be too busy to care about himself, and then he will have enough time to operate the relationship and lift the punishment imposed on him by the high table.
After coming up with the idea, Winston immediately took action, picked up his phone and called Smith Doyle. As the call was connected, he said,
"Mr. Smith, this is Winston."
Seeing that it was Winston's call, Smith Doyle was still a little surprised and asked,
"What's the matter, Winston?"
Winston said,
"The judge of the High Table has come to New York. He will soon learn that it was you who sheltered John Wick."
"I think they will come to you soon, so you need to be prepared in advance."
After speaking, Winston hung up the phone and walked directly towards the room where Judge 217 was.
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(End of this chapter)