Chapter 650: Self-Righteous 4500 Words, Please Vote for Me!!!

"Santino?" When did this new character appear?

Kai had no impression of this Santino. → As the police chief who had the most contact with gangs in New York, Kai knew the names of almost all the gangs in New York City, but Kai had no impression of this Santino.

"Who is this? He sounds like a Latin American. Could he be a member of the Latin Kings?"

The Latin Kings were founded in Humboldt Park, Chicago, Illinois in 1954. It is the largest and most organized Hispanic street gang in the United States and is known as the most brutal gang in Chicago. Initially, the "Latin Kings" were seen as a Latino progressive movement to help immigrant families overcome racial discrimination, but slowly, it gradually evolved into a criminal gang with influence in most of the United States. Extortion, robbery, drug trafficking, murder, today's "Latin Kings" have established more than 160 branches in 31 states and 158 cities across the United States.

Unlike other gangs, the Latin Kings have a unique operating model. It integrates strict discipline, strong revolutionary desires and self-created religious ideas into daily gang friendship, thus successfully attracting a group of children living in slums and losing hope in life.

Even in New York, the Latin Kings are very powerful. However... compared to those extreme gangs, the Latin Kings composed of Hispanics are actually relatively peaceful. Of course, this is relative, and in fact, they are not much better, but the Latin Kings do not show any signs of developing into terrorists.

"No... Santino is not a member of the Latin Kings."

Abram said with a strange expression.

For the twelve heads of the high table, loose, young and tasteless gangs like the Latin Kings are objects of their contempt, and it is impossible to have any relationship with them. The Latin Kings are composed of some marginalized people in society, and the Camorra family... To be honest, Abram doubts whether they still remember that they are gangs. The people of this family always like to dress themselves up like the upper class, even like aristocrats. They like art more than guns and drugs.

In short, this is a family that Abram thinks likes to pretend. Among them, Santino is the best. He is like a second-generation aristocrat. Willful, irritable, ambitious but lacks the corresponding means.

"Who is he?"

"He... came to Italy, and is the second son of a gangster family..." When Abram provided Santino's information, he tried his best to avoid talking about confidential information such as the high table.

However, he still roughly explained Santino's situation.

"He found me and wanted to buy a batch of arms from me at a price that was hard to refuse... I didn't want to deal with him at first, but I thought that I had a lot of business dealings with his family, so I sold it to him for face... But I really didn't expect him to do that! He is Italian! Who would have thought he would be so crazy? Aren't Italians all sissy and cowardly!"

Abram didn't lie in this sentence. He really looked down on Santino. He was just hindered by the face of the family of the mastermind of the high table.

Kai looked at Abram expressionlessly, feeling that his words had subtly hurt the feelings of the Italian people.

"Then the most important question... where can we find him?"

...

Ever since learning that the 15th precinct was attacked, John has been very concerned, and he was afraid that something might happen to Marcus. However, despite saying this, John was actually relieved in his heart, because in his opinion, only the Russians could do such a thing. This is definitely not the style of the high table.

Since it was done by the Russians, their target must be Vigo. In John's opinion, the risk that Marcus would face is much smaller. Although the Russians are likely to kill Marcus along the way, John believes in Marcus's ability.

It should be no problem to save his life.

So after Kai left, he immediately felt the vicinity of the 15th precinct to see if there was a chance to rescue Marcus.

But as the details of the attack were revealed, John was dumbfounded.

What's going on? What are the Russians doing? The real Vigo is still in the police station, but Marcus was arrested... Are these Russians doing things so nonsensically?

Just when John was in a mess, his cell phone was dialed.

This is his secret number. Very few people know this number. So far, only two people know it.

Winston and Marcus.

John answered the phone immediately. He was afraid that it was Marcus calling.

But he was disappointed.

It was Winston.

"John... trouble."

John didn't say anything, waiting quietly for the next words.

"I think I know who arrested Marcus."

"Who?"

"Santino..."

"Santino?" John didn't expect to hear this name. To be honest, he almost forgot Santino. The last time they met was three years ago. He originally thought that he would not hear this name for a long time.

"Why did he... arrest Marcus?" John certainly remembered the agreement with Santino, but he just didn't think about that for a while. So he didn't understand why Santino arrested Marcus.

Winston was actually quite confused. When he learned that the 15th Precinct was attacked, he didn't take it too seriously and thought that the people who attacked the police station were all fools. He was ready to watch the show, but then Santino called him and asked him to pass on the news that Marcus was in his hands to John...

Winston was going crazy!

He knew that Santino wanted to find John and let John be used as a knife to deal with his sister, but he never thought that Santino would use this method to find John and directly attack the police station... Damn, is this the logic of a normal person?

There are many ways to find John, why use this most thankless method?

The police just haven't figured out what role the high table played in this matter, but it doesn't mean that the police will never know. You have to know that this is the United States! Fucking attacking the police is already terrorism!

The FBI, the Department of Homeland Security, the National Security Agency, etc., these agencies will be like crazy to find the real culprit!

This is no longer a matter for a law enforcement department, but it is related to the entire United States! How long has it been since 911, and the current United States has no mercy on terrorism.

In other words, the idiot Santino actually provoked the entire US government!

No matter how awesome the high table is, it is impossible to confront an entire country!

Normally, the high table makes some small moves below and kills a few people, and the US government pretends not to see it. →But Nima, if the High Table is related to terrorism... the High Table will be wiped out all over the world in a minute!

You should know that the core territories of the twelve families of the High Table's twelve masters are all scattered in NATO countries!

If the United States declares it a terrorist organization... it's so sour to imagine.

Winston was almost angry to death!

He has reported this to the High Table headquarters, and they must handle this matter carefully, otherwise there will be big trouble!

Of course, the most important thing now is to stabilize Santino, the idiot, so Winston called John.

"He wants you to kill Jaina."

"What?!!" John really didn't expect this.

"His father died yesterday. Jaina took over the seat of the twelve masters, and he didn't have much time, so... his brain was broken and he wanted to force you out."

Winston said a little bitterly.

He also contributed to this. If he hadn't deliberately concealed John's location, Santino would not have jumped over the wall because he couldn't find John.

John had a strong sense of unreality. How could things develop like this in just a few days?

He felt as if he had been out of touch with the world for a while.

But soon, John calmed down.

"Where is Santino?"

"John... How could you let your blood oath badge fall into the hands of that idiot Santino! Do you know what he would ask you to do? He asked you to assassinate the twelve masterminds! Whether you succeed or not, you will be hunted down by the High Table endlessly!" Winston said with regret.

John was speechless.

He just wanted to get away from the High Table and marry his girlfriend, and live together. He didn't consider the consequences at all.

Of course, it's too late to say these now. Could he refuse Santino?

Rejecting the blood oath is also against the iron law of the High Table!

He will still be hunted down by the High Table.

Damn... there is no choice... John also regretted his haste at the beginning...

"Where is he?!!"

John can only rescue Marcus first. No matter what, he can't drag Marcus down.

Now that he thinks about it, John feels that Marcus is the one who suffers the most. It has nothing to do with him.

...

New York Museum of Art, Camorra Exhibition Hall.

The Camorra family has been standing in Italy for hundreds of years. Although they are a mafia family, they are actually stronger than some real nobles. For example, this exhibition hall was donated by the Camorra.

All the artworks are collections of the Camorra family. The advantage of doing this is that it avoids taxes. In Western countries, artworks used for exhibitions are not taxed. Although they are donated, the ownership of these artworks still belongs to the Camorra family. Many wealthy people like this way of avoiding taxes. Spend money to buy artworks, and then register them under a museum. Even if they are only exhibited once, they can be tax-free.

Santino looked at the artworks in front of him with great pride. He could strongly feel that these things belonged to him!

In Santino's mind, he was indeed worthy of pride.

Attacking the police station to capture Marcus seemed reckless. But in Santino's opinion, it was not that bad. Because no matter who it was, the first reaction must be that Vigo's Abram did it, and those weapons were indeed Abram's.

In Santino's opinion, his action of shifting the blame was perfect!

He attacked the police station and captured Marcus, but Abram took the blame, and he was clean.

It was perfect.

But little did he know that his actions were as clumsy as the tricks of a three-year-old child in the eyes of real people. Get rid of it, that was a terrorist attack. Do you really think that the FBI, the Department of Homeland Security, the National Security Agency and the like are idiots?

With Santino's little skill, it seems like he can play with these huge law enforcement agencies in the palm of his hand?

He was blinded by his thoughts!

So Santino's outcome was doomed from the beginning. Even if he really killed his sister and perfectly shifted the blame to John, his final outcome would be extremely miserable. Previously, Winston thought that the best outcome for Santino would be to be deprived of power and become a puppet mastermind, but now... the best outcome for him would be to die a quick death.

The US government would never let him go.

But Santino didn't know all this yet. He still thought he was a genius, as if the world was in his hands.

This self-righteous fool even looked forward to slowly taking control of the high table after taking over the position of the mastermind, and turning this century-old organization into his own private property. If time passes, he will be one of the most powerful people in the world!

Thinking about these irrelevant things, his trusted subordinate Ares walked in.

It's the mute girl.

That's right... this woman is called this name.

How arrogant.

This girl is a girl adopted by Santino. She has received the most rigorous training and brainwashing since childhood. She is Santino's most trusted subordinate. He named her Ares. You can imagine how arrogant this guy is. And Ares is real, but he has never thought about changing his name.

No wonder outsiders think this guy is an idiot.

Ares made a few sign languages ​​to Santino.

"Oh... let our friend in. I've been waiting for him for a long time."

The woman nodded.

Soon, she came in with John.

And Santino was still pretending to look at the huge painting in front of him.

"Santino..."

"Oh, John! Come on, sit down. I've been waiting for you for a long time." In Santino's opinion, John had been avoiding him. But so what? He still found him with his intelligence.

I, Santino, Saigo!

"Where's Marcus?"

How could John still have the heart to play house with this idiot?

Santino looked at John with dissatisfaction. He felt that John lacked respect for him. He was one of the twelve masters!

Well... this idiot's paranoia has become a little more serious.

He started before he even started.

However, Santino knew that John had to do this, so he still suppressed his dissatisfaction.

"Of course! Marcus, of course, he's good. As long as you..."

"Release Marcus, otherwise we have nothing to talk about."

"John!" Santino still couldn't help it, he shouted loudly: "Don't forget your blood oath!"

"So what?" John said coldly: "Release Marcus, then there is a blood oath, otherwise, we will break up, and I will certainly be hunted down by the high table, but what about you? Jaina is not a good girl, do you think she will let you go after she knows you want to assassinate her? The second son of Camorra? Oh, we all know that you are nothing in front of Jaina, otherwise you don't need a killer to help you seize power."

Santino's face was peeled off completely.

Indeed, if Santino really had the ability to compete with Jaina for the position of heir, he would not stay in the United States, and he would not dare to go back even if his father died.

He is an abandoned and useless second son!

His father never considered letting him inherit the family.

"You..." John's threat made Santino, who always felt that everything was under control, feel extremely embarrassed.

"Release Marcus!"

John didn't care. In fact, if it weren't for the blood oath, John would have asked Santino to release him in another way.

"Right now!"

"Okay... but my request..."

"The blood oath... cannot be violated." John really had no choice.

"Very good... release him!"

...

Marcus was still released, but John didn't want to drag Marcus down any more, so he just asked him to leave first.

Although Marcus felt it was inappropriate, his current condition was not very good. Staying would only be a burden, so he had to leave first.

"Now... we can talk about the commission." Santino said.

John was just about to nod.

There was a dense sound of gunfire outside.

Soon Santino's men ran in: "Police! A lot of police! They shot and killed directly!!!"

John was stunned, and then looked at Santino.

He found that he didn't seem to need to fulfill any blood oath, after all, the owner of the blood oath seemed to be dying.

Santino's face turned pale.

He wasn't really stupid, he just didn't understand the situation and thought too highly of himself. But he knew very well what the crime of attacking the police station was. Now that the police station found him so quickly, why did they need to talk about it?

"It was you? John, you betrayed me?"

John quickly waved his hands: "I wasn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."