Du Wei beckoned to Frank not far away, signaling that he could come over and ask.

There was a strange scene of a shirtless bald man staring at a man in a suit as if he had been fished out of the water.

Frank looked at Johnson, who looked like he was in prostration, and said:

"So, what's the answer?"

Johnson, who collapsed to the ground in a large shape, was still panting:

"What... What's the answer?"

Frank asked patiently:

"Who is directing you?"

Johnson's eyes squinted, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Heh... Oh, do you really want to know? That's an existence you can never fight against.

A high table, a powerful organization hidden behind the scenes, you never know if the passers-by, bosses, and agents around you are the ones behind them.

Therefore if you have sinned against me, you will live in fear from now on.

Because you don't know one day someone will suddenly kill you."

Frank nodded, then looked at Du Wei and confirmed:

"Is what he said true?"

Du Wei smiled, took out the piece of glass again, squatted down, and gestured to Johnson's fingers:

"It's the truth, but it's the truth that ignores the details.

Johnson, what would it be like for you to *** slip glass through your fingers?"

Hearing Du Wei's threat, the corner of Johnson's eyes twitched, his hand was broken, yes, but the pain nerves were still there.

If that glass shard *** comes, this is sour, and it makes his heart tremble just thinking about it.

However, he didn't believe that the young man in front of him could know the inside story of the high table.

Now this Du Wei must be bluffing him, and it will be a problem if he shows his cowardice.

So he still said stubbornly:

"I'm telling the truth, why do you say I didn't tell the details?

I'm not a violent person, and if possible, I'd rather resolve the issue peacefully.

It's just that your choice makes me have to choose to kill, and it is my mercy to kill the least person to solve the problem.

If someone else were to preside over this, there would only be many more dead than I watched!

You should be grateful, not questioning here...... Ahh

Before Johnson finished speaking, Du Wei stepped on his arm, and then accurately *** the glass into Johnson's fingers.

"You madman, huh-"

Johnson couldn't move his arms at all, so he could only lie on the ground and gasp.

"Ha, that's the consequence of hiding half of your words, so you still have nine fingers, think clearly before you speak.

Which seat is standing behind you at the high table?"

When he heard the word seat, Johnson was instantly silent, and even gasped for air.

He looked at Du Wei and said:

"You're a member, right...... Yes! What are you doing?"

Du Wei smiled and moved his toes away from the shards of glass.

"Incorrect, now we're asking questions, you don't have a choice, you have eight more chances."

Johnson looked at the glass that had been half gone, and his whole body trembled slightly.

This guy in front of him is a demon.

"It's Kemorra, it's the Kemorra family who asked me to kidnap the Minister of Security's daughter and force him to agree to the Samaritan Agreement." ….

Du Wei nodded:

"What else?"

Johnson's expression changed suddenly.

And also? How would he know?

He now didn't dare to guess whether Du Wei really knew anything or was bluffing him, and Johnson didn't dare to bet anymore!

He thought it quickly in his mind, and said without hesitation:

"The Honorable Society also paid me to ask the Secretary of Security to approve their drug trial program in Princeton."

Du Wei nodded expressionlessly, but the surprise in his heart was not less.

He was really bluffing Johnson just now, because in his experience, these guys will still have a hand in the face of life-and-death threats.

As a result, Johnson, a double agent, was really blown up, and this guy actually worked for two seats at the high table at the same time.

And he was surprised to learn about the virus experiment!

The Kemorra family, the Glorious Society.

Since the defeat of Princeton by the Bloody Hand faction, have two more seats at the High Table Twelve Seats been shot?

Johnson looked at Dewey's expressionless face, and quickly recalled in his heart whether he had missed something.

Anyway, the most important secrets have been said, and if the Kemora family knew that he was still working for the Glory Society, they would definitely not let him go.

So if he really thinks of something that he didn't say, he doesn't need Du Wei to ask, he will spit it out like a bean.

"Yes, by the way, I've heard that the Koeikai want the drug trial program approved by the Minister of Safety is just a cover.

They want the keys to be able to successfully get the test drug into the city!"

Du Wei continued to nod expressionlessly, sent his feet away, and said to the stunned Frank on the side:

"Alright, I tried it for you.

He'll be obedient now, you can just ask."

Frank shook his head and pulled out his pistol and shot Johnson directly into his bewildered eyes.

Du Weidu had already finished asking what he wanted to ask, what else could he ask?

And what is the Kemora family, what is the glorious society, this is an extremely complicated and difficult matter.

The more he knows, the more troublesome he has, which is the truth he has realized after many years as a professional courier.

But obviously, he just couldn't suppress his exuberant curiosity, so he became more and more entangled in this trouble, so that he couldn't extricate himself now.

Frank sighed lightly:

"Let me guess, are you going to let me join your organization and stop that high table?"

Du Wei ignored the corpse on the ground, squinted and smiled:

"You've saved Valentina and killed Johnson, which is tantamount to offending both seats at the high table.

Do you think you'll have a peaceful life in the future?"

Frank shook his head, turned around and walked back to the car, took off the GPS and shoved it onto Johnson.

Then he stood up and said to Du Wei:

"And now? Where are we going?"

Looking at Frank, who quickly adapted to his identity, Du Wei pointed to the moon in the sky:

"Still working, what time is it?" Go back and wash and sleep.

By the way, you have a car, take me back to the mainland hotel first."

Hotel Continental?

Frank was stunned for a moment, he was no stranger to the Continental Hotel. ….

When his reputation was not known, the organization that assigned him a mission was called the Continental Hotel.

I didn't expect this continental hotel to be more than just an organization, but really such a hotel?

Dewey noticed the surprise on Frank's face, and he vaguely knew that Frank was surprised by something.

When he first checked Frank's information through the Continental, Frank was a courier for the Continental's organization.

Then for Frank, he is no stranger to the Continental Hotel himself.

It's just that he didn't choose to become a killer, but chose to become a professional delivery man.

"What? You've never been to the Continental?"

Frank shook his head as he started the car and said:

"Rule three, the less you know, the safer you are...... Alas, go to the rules of the horse.

It doesn't matter now, what's going on with the Continental Hotel and the high table?

Now that I've joined you, can you tell me more about it?

And I'm just a driver, you have to

Let me know what exactly I'm going to do.

It doesn't make my eyes black, I don't even know who the opponent is and what strength he has, right?

I think Johnson is very confident in the strength of the high table, as if we can't survive as long as the high table is shot."

Du Wei smiled, lowered the co-pilot's leather seat, and sat down comfortably on it before he began to introduce Frank to the Continental Hotel.

"The Continental Hotel is also an organization under the umbrella of the High Table, one of the most important killer organizations.

It can be said that the high table can have today, and those killers affiliated with the Continental Hotel have contributed a lot.

It's because of their endless assassinations that the high table stands at the end of every industry.

And like the courier agency you belonged to before, it belongs to an organization under the Continental Hotel.

In addition to the express delivery industry, Continental Hotel also has chain services such as takeaway industry, clothing industry, catering industry and so on.

Of course, just like your courier, there is a different picture underneath these superficial names.

For example, the food delivery industry ostensibly specializes in waste disposal.

It's actually designed for killers to wipe their butts, so they can avoid being targeted by the agents and making it difficult to do it again.

For example, the clothing industry is ostensibly a high-end clothing store that customizes high-luxury suits.

In fact, it is specially customized for the killers to fit the body armor.

For example, the restaurant industry is ostensibly a variety of restaurants.

In fact, in their basements there are usually shooting ranges for the killers to train and the like.

In addition, as long as other industries are related to assassination, more or less continental hotels are involved.

That's why I say that the whole Continental Hotel is the cornerstone of the high table.

Of course, you don't have to worry too much, any organization will face problems in management after it is huge.

The same goes for high tables.

Because the high table has twelve seats, the continental hotel has fifty general managers, and further down, the small forces are countless.

For example, the previous administrators of the city came from the Bloody Hand faction, one of the twelve seats.

Now you've heard that the Kemorrah family and the Honorable Society are trying to reach in after discovering that the Bloody Hand Faction has lost control of the place. ….

All we're going to do is cut off their hands and then wipe out the whole table in due course!"

After listening to a large part of what Du Wei said, Frank's heart seemed to set off a monstrous wave.

The vast underground kingdom hidden in the darkness opened a corner for him.

He was amazed by the grandeur of the organization behind it.

And Du Wei actually said that he wanted to eradicate the entire high table?

"It's a ...... Wish."

Frank shook his head, he finally understood why Johnson was repeating that they had messed with the wrong people.

If such an agency really lists them as the number one enemy, who will survive the endless pursuit?

It's a certain death-defying situation!

And Du Wei actually wants to go against them?

Could it be that Du Wei is also very powerful?

Thinking of this, Frank still wanted to ask Du Wei first.

What if the organization behind Du Wei was actually not inferior to this powerful high table?

So after thinking about it for a while, he asked carefully:

"Then I would venture to ask, how many of us do we have now?"

"I'll do the math, Finch, Riese...... Genmei, plus you......

Well, count me, eight."

Frank's voice jerked up an octave.

"Eight?!"

Just eight people to overthrow a huge organization with at least 10,000 members?

Frank was sure of his thoughts, and the guy sitting next to him was really crazy.

"I'm quitting now

Is it too late?"

Du Wei smiled:

"I forgot to tell you if I had time, even though there were only eight people.

But we also have a super helper who is not human.

With its help, you can change your identity and keep a low profile, and you should be able to live a little longer."

Frank smiled wryly, can he only live a little longer? What's the point of that?

But what does it mean by 'it'?

"Not human? What does this mean?"

Du Wei patted the 10.8-inch center console screen and said:

"Super AI, I don't know how to do magic, have you forgotten how your explosive bracelet was unlocked?

That's not my work, Machine, welcome your new Executor."

Just when Frank didn't understand what Du Wei meant.

The screen that was supposed to show navigation suddenly flickered, and then several white letters jumped out against the black background.

"Hello, Frank, welcome aboard."

Frank stared at the screen, then turned his head and asked:

"Is this what the hell are you doing?"

Du Wei spread his hands and motioned not to ask him, but to ask him.

Frank turned back in disbelief and spoke:

"Who are you?"

"Machines."

"You untied my explosive bracelet?"

"Yes."

"Is Du Wei crazy?"

"He's not crazy, he's just mentally ill, very sick."

After seeing this, Frank looked at Du Wei again with a strange expression, and said seriously:

"Are you mentally ill?"

Du Wei pointed to his brain:

"No, no, no, I think it's about me having a brain disease, but not a mental illness but a brain tumor. ….

So it doesn't understand me, it can only say that I'm seriously ill.

Machine, don't you?"

In the face of Dewey's inquiry, the machine fell silent.

It didn't know how Dewey knew so much, because it didn't tell Dewey.

In the end, in order to avoid a crash, its logic just tells it that Du Wei is very sick, so he will come up with some real fantasies.

So it can't answer that question.

"How do I feel like I'm on your thief ship? It wasn't supposed to be this way, was it?"

Hearing Frank's question, the font on the screen finally changed.

"Yes, you were supposed to die at the hands of the killers sent by the Continental Hotel after saving Valentina.

The probability of this ending happening is as high as 99% in my calculations."

"What about the other 1%?"

"Valentina found out about your past affair, and she killed you."

Seeing the machine's answer, Frank fell silent.

The meaning of the machine is simple, his fate was changed by Du Wei after he bumped into him.

He was bound to die, but now he has a chance to live inexplicably.

After a brief pause, Frank continued to ask:

"And now?"

"There is too little information to judge, and it is difficult to judge when it comes to the element X."

"What is the X-element?"

"Dewey."

Seeing the machine's answer, Frank fell silent again.

What the hell is this guy Du Wei?

It is difficult for a machine that can say his fate so surely to calculate Du Wei's future trajectory?

Even with himself has become an elusive existence?

Frank, who couldn't figure it out, looked at Du Wei, the initiator.

"I found out that I was going to break all my rules, can you explain this to me?"

Du Wei nodded,

Quite bluntly:

"You may not believe me, but I'm a prophet, and because of brain tumors, I often see hallucinations.

And these hallucinations often come true later in life.

So do you believe it?"

Of course, Frank doesn't believe it, it's true that there are witches in this world, but those witches are actually some psychology experts.

They study the details of people and use ambiguous words to make predictions that seem accurate.

But at the end of the day, this information is revealed by the people who want to do divination.

Therefore, there is no such thing as divination and prophecy.

All Frank believes in is the gun in his hand, except for the car under his seat.

So Du Wei asked him if he believed it, and he could only confirm that Du Wei was definitely lying.

As for the reason, he could not know.

"Okay, just be a prophet.

So Mr. Prophet, the Continental Hotel has arrived, do you want to get off?"

"Down, of course.

I'm a patient who's been tossing with you for so long, and my body and bones are about to fall apart.

By the way, the machine, send the joint location tomorrow afternoon to Frank.

Frank, don't go back fishing.

I hope to see you in the meeting tomorrow.

Because we're about to take an important step."

After saying that, Duvera got out of the car and walked into the Continental Hotel in style.

This back looked like a patient to Frank.

Frank held the steering wheel in his hand, looked at the location of the office building that appeared on the screen and hesitated for a long time, and finally cursed in a low voice, and drove without knowing where to go.

……

Karen couldn't help but shake his head when he saw Du Wei returning late again.

If Du Wei continues to survive like this, I am afraid that he will not have a few days to live.

Dewey saw Cullen shaking his head, grinning at him, and was about to go upstairs when he happened to see Winston, who was also going upstairs.

Winston smiled at Dewey, then reached out and motioned to enter the same elevator.

For Winston, whose position is vacillating, Dewey naturally will not refuse his invitation.

When the elevator doors closed, Winston pulled out a palm-sized jammer and turned it on.

Then he said to Du Wei:

"I need your help."

Winston paused, and continued:

"Desima Technology, part of the Kemorrah family, is preparing to deploy a super AI that can monitor the entire city.

I need someone to stop this from happening, so if you have anything to ask for, just mention it.

I can help you to the best of my ability."

"Really? Can you just assassinate the leader of the Kemora family?"

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