Chapter 387 Four Pistols

The notes contained the powerful people of the Camorra family, and Jaina did not expect that so many people would oppose her and support her younger brother.

Jaina put away the note with a pale face, and finally looked at the tortured Santino who was not human.

"Sure enough, some people are greedier than I thought. Please, Your Excellency Li Qing!"

Li Qing nodded appreciatively, this is what a female mafia boss should do.

He waved his hand at his men, and not long after he heard a gunshot.

Jaina heard the gunshot and closed her eyes, but she felt mixed emotions in her heart. After all, he was her younger brother, so she still felt a little uncomfortable.

Then she said goodbye to Li Qing, and knew that from this moment on, Li Qing had caught her.

"Hey, Gianna, remember to be on time tonight!"

Li Qing smiled and said to Jaina's back.

Now that the preparations are almost complete, Li Qing doesn't want to keep the Inquisitor for the New Year, so he simply resolves it altogether to avoid any further troubles.

...

The Inquisitor soon learned of the attack on the Santino apartment.

The arranged bodyguards were all killed without exception.

Santino is missing.

This made the adjudicator, who had always been very calm, have some changes in his heart.

The situation encountered this time was more complicated than before, especially when they encountered the opponent New World.

In the past, she would use her position advantages to recruit killer organizations or gang members to solve situations like this.

This time, the Gotham City Beautiful Country Mafia has not shown up, making her feel that things are not that simple.

The Inquisitor walked out of the hotel with a calm expression and looked at the slightly falling snowflakes in the sky.

She suddenly had the idea of ​​​​escape from Gotham City.

The Adjudicator got into the car, her brows furrowed tightly, and the uneasy feeling became stronger and stronger in her heart.

"Go! Leave Gotham City."

The driver was stunned for a moment when he heard the Inquisitor's words, "Your Majesty Inquisitor, where are we going?"

The adjudicator thought for a moment and blurted out, "Airport!"

The driver nodded, said nothing, and continued to drive quietly.

Sitting in the car, the adjudicator made a direct call, "Book me a ticket to Chicago."

Without waiting for a reply, the adjudicator hung up the phone.

The driver glanced at the adjudicator with an inexplicable expression in the rearview mirror, caressed his chest unnaturally with his hand, and then quickly lowered his head and continued driving.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, the number of pedestrians and vehicles on the road has gradually become less and less, and the snow on the road is getting thicker and thicker.

"Who do you work for?"

A sudden sound sounded in the car, making the driver's heart skip a beat, and his hands began to reach into his arms quickly.

"Don't move!"

The driver only felt that Xiuzhen's pistol was pressed against the back of his head.

"Your Majesty Inquisitor, I will serve the High Table until my death..."

The Inquisitor did not listen to the driver's nonsense and shot directly, hitting the driver in the head.

"Since you got in the car today, you have looked at me in the rearview mirror four times and touched the gun in your arms three times!"

The Inquisitor said to the dead driver.

It turned out that none of the driver's movements escaped her eyes.

The Adjudicator opened the door, pulled back the driver's clothes and found a gun and a wireless microphone.

Then she pushed the driver's body down, sat in the driver's seat, and drove towards the suburbs.

My news has been leaked, and I can no longer go to the airport.

According to his estimation, there must be many people waiting for her at the airport, and her only way to survive now is to drive out of Gotham City.

"Tsk~" The adjudicator's eyes narrowed and he stepped on the brakes quickly, leaving a long braking mark in the snow.

Apparently the large truck crossing the road forced her to stop.

The surroundings were dark, only the car lights were on, the snowflakes in the sky were getting bigger and bigger, and the only sound in the quiet surroundings was the sound of the wipers.

"Click..." The adjudicator opened the car door and walked out with a gun in his hand.

"Come out, aren't you looking for me?"

the Inquisitor shouted into the darkness.

At this time bursts of laughter burst out from the darkness, and Bowery's figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

"Hehehe... Adjudicator, you didn't expect it, did you? I said that I am the king of Bali District, and your every move is under my sight."

With his face wrapped in bandages, Bowery pointed to his eyes and walked forward with a grin.

The dead driver had been bribed by him a long time ago, and he knew the whereabouts of the Inquisitor clearly.

"By the way, I also want to thank you for your gift, the seven scars!"

Bowery slowly took off the bandage, revealing the hideous wounds on his face.

The Inquisitor looked at him calmly and reiterated: "It's a gift from the High Table!"

"Fuck the High Table!"

Bowery yelled that he had had enough of the rule of the "High Table" and that he had always abided by the rules of the "High Table" over the years and had never once violated the will of the "High Table".

He didn't expect that he would be punished by the Inquisitor just for saving John Wick. In this case, he didn't have to care about the "High Table".

The Inquisitor's face showed no emotion at all, but he asked: "Is it just you?"

Bowery looked at the adjudicator seriously and chuckled, "The adjudicator is the adjudicator, and he actually guessed that it wasn't just me."

"No, I simply think you don't have the guts yet!"

The adjudicator took out a lady's cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

Bowery: "..."

At this time, Jaina, Alex, and Winston walked out of the darkness at the same time, smiling at the adjudicator.

"Sure enough, I should have thought of it earlier."

The adjudicator took a deep puff of the cigarette, and the long column of smoke dissipated in the air.

All the strange things these days should be explained now.

After all, these four people standing together indirectly show that the Gotham City gang has expressed its attitude.

"Crackling..." The sound of leather shoes stepping on the snow sounded, and several cars on the roadside in front suddenly lit up their lights.

The adjudicator couldn't open his eyes under the high beam, and when his eyes adapted to the strong light, he found that there was another person in front of him.

This person was the leader of the New World who humiliated him last time—Li Qing!

"Are you really going to start a war between the 'High Table' and the New World? You must know that the strength of the 'High Table' is not comparable to that of the New World."

The adjudicator's heart sank, and now she had to take out the "High Table" to threaten Li Qing.

"Respected Judge, it seems that the mysterious elder has not appeared for many years?"

Li Qing's words made the judge stunned for a moment, and then the judge's face changed slightly.

"To be honest, I even doubt whether this elder still exists?" Li Qing said aggressively with a curled mouth.

The judge pursed his lips tightly and squeezed out a few words from his teeth, "You can try!"

Li Qing looked at the judge with interest and clapped his hands, only to see Gao Jin holding a black briefcase in front of the car.

When the other four saw the things in the briefcase, their faces twitched unnaturally.

It turned out that there were four pistols in the black briefcase!