Ring the death knell for a raised table?

The blood of the three of them, which had not boiled for a long time, was faintly excited.

It's a high table!

It is no feat to be able to knock this high table down with your own hands!

But after years of military career, they controlled their emotions well and immediately calmed down.

Mood swings are not a good phenomenon for professionals.

Besides, they didn't come to Rome with an elite army, there were only four of them!

In the case of mental calculation or unintentional, it is still possible to attack the top of the Kemora family, but I am afraid that it is still a hundred million points away from the collapse of the high table.

However, when they thought that they had told Du Wei that they were going to deal with the high table, they all laughed at it, and felt that it was unlikely that it would really be realized.

After all, it was a behemoth, and it might be okay to make a small fight, but it was really moving, and with their size, they couldn't withstand the retaliation of the high table.

As a result, he has really embarked on the road of destroying the twelve seats of the high table, and he is still alive and well.

Maybe under Du Wei's leadership, they can really make the high table perish?

Just like this trip to Rome, under Du Wei's arrangement, it can be said that the time and place are favorable, and all are on their side.

Although this will not happen every day.

But now they can take this opportunity to use the fall of the Kemorrah family as a fulcrum to leverage the current seemingly stable system of the behemoth of the high table.

Because, as Du Wei said, absolute fairness never exists, even in the system of the high table, which has been stable for many years.

Since there is injustice, even if those who suffer from unfair treatment have a smile on their faces, they will always have the idea of rebellion in their hearts.

What they lack is an opportunity, an opportunity created by their salvation organization!

When you think about it this way, that huge iceberg is not so unbreakable.

They only need to blow a small hole in the iceberg, and the fine lines that spread out of the small hole will slowly spread all over the iceberg like a spider web.

Then, one day in the future, with a bang, the once solid iceberg will be blown into a cloud of ice chips, and finally melted into the water and disappeared.

Such a future is worth looking forward to.

Just as the three of Frank were excited about the future, Dewey led them into an alley under the bends of the streets of Rome.

This narrow alley is no different from the untouched alleys of New York, and if anything, there is a bookstore in such a sparsely populated area.

From the point of view of making money in business, this is obviously not a wise decision.

This is true even if the owner owns the store.

There is no hope of recovering the cost of the input.

I came to an old bookstore on the streets of Rome.

Frank, who came to his senses, looked at the strange bookstore with question marks in his mind.

Judging from his professional eyes, he really can't think of anyone who would open a bookstore in such a place, purely for love? That's noble.

But with his experience in a wholesale garment factory, Frank vaguely felt that it was not so simple here.

It is very likely that it is also a part of the supporting services of mainland hotels. ….

It's just that he can't guess what service this bookstore is providing for a while.

As he pondered, Du Wei had pushed open the glass door that read 'Used Books for Sale' in Italian.

The welcome bell on the door immediately rang the bell.

The shopkeeper, who was reading a yellowed ancient book on the counter, looked up at the visitor.

He knows how bad the location of his store is, and normally no tourist will strayed into such a hidden alley.

So once this used bookstore has customers, it's mostly killers from mainland hotels.

It's just that this calm young man in front of him seems to have never seen it before

, maybe it's really a tourist who is so idle that he comes out to wander around.

But the identity of this tourist does not seem to be ordinary, and the three bodyguards standing behind him all look like retired veterans.

But so what, there are no tourists here, and if he really wants to make a move, he really doesn't scare them.

Because he learned the art of killing, if the other party has the slightest intention of not wanting to kill, then he must be the one who survives in the end!

So the shopkeeper just held the two glasses that were as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle on his nose, and spoke weakly first:

"Hello, it's a pleasure to serve you, what should I call you, sir?"

Entering the used bookstore, Du Wei sniffled, the musty smell of these old books was really not good.

Hearing the apparently reluctant tone, Du Wei immediately understood that the innkeeper had mistaken him for a tourist visiting Rome.

He smiled and identified himself:

"You can call me Dewey.

Also, can you contact Devo Bank here?

I want to know how much more I have available."

When the shopkeeper heard the industry term in Du Wei's mouth, his lazy look immediately became serious.

Devo Bank is not a bank that most people know about.

The membership-based bank is only open to the upper echelons of the upper echelons of the high desk.

The guy who can have his own account in it is undoubtedly a person who has made a significant contribution to the high table.

Did the person in front of him have a Devo bank account at such a young age? That's pretty impressive.

The shopkeeper immediately understood that the status of the person in front of him would definitely not be low.

Then the three bodyguards behind this guy are probably not just veterans.

The shopkeeper, who understood all this, immediately changed his expression, he did not dare to sit any longer, and quickly stood up and said politely:

"Mr. Du Wei, please wait a moment, I will contact Devo Bank for you."

The shopkeeper then pulled out a phone locked in a safe from under the counter.

After taking another look at Du Wei, he began to call the internal line of the Kovo Bank.

To be honest, he had wondered if Du Wei was pretending, after all, Du Wei was too young.

He hadn't heard of a rising star in the killer world.

But Du Wei knew that Devo Bank was the truth, and he didn't stop him from verifying his identity at all.

This confidence made the shopkeeper more convinced that Du Wei should be a rising star who has only recently become famous.

After hearing the voice on the other end of the phone asking for verification, the shopkeeper raised his head and asked tentatively: ....

"Mr. Du Wei, what is your verification code?"

Du Wei did not hesitate, and directly reported the verification code sent to his mobile phone:

「985211-8。」

The shopkeeper nodded, and the fact that he could receive a verification code was enough to prove Du Wei's identity.

Sure enough, after the store owner reported the verification code for confirmation, the amount reported on the other end of the phone was really amazing.

Because the customer named Du Wei in front of him has an authorized use quota of 1,000 gold coins!

Devo Bank is no ordinary bank.

Ordinary banks may be able to use mortgages to borrow 100,000 and 300,000.

But at Devo Bank, you need to have at least 3,000 gold coins to have a 1,000 gold credit.

That's 3,000 gold coins!

Customers who can earn this amount are undoubtedly the top talents in the industry!

Like Angela, the owner of the tailor shop, the bookstore owner speculated that Du Wei might be the top killer active in other regions.

After all, some of the top killers don't like their fame to spread, and that will only cause problems for their subsequent assassinations.

Of course, it is also possible that Du Wei is the son of an agent, after all, those high-tech companies sell things at different prices than theirs.

They are subject to rules and can only trade one service/item for one gold.

But those high-tech companies that are affiliated with the agents of the High Table can even sell for a whopping hundred gold coins.

But no matter what, Du Wei in front of him is an existence that he can't provoke, and he can't provoke at all levels.

So the shopkeeper's attitude became respectful at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"Mr. Du Wei, it's a pleasure to serve you, what kind of service do you need?"

Du Wei glanced at the dusty old books in the glass cabinet nearby and then said:

"I need a map of D'Antonio's mansion."

A map of Palazzo d'Antonio?

A subtle look of surprise flashed across the shopkeeper's face.

This is the second person to ask him for a map today.

The last guy was called John Wick!

First John Wick, the top killer known as the Daredevil, and now the Dewey who has the authorization of the Dvo Bank's huge gold coins.

This gave him a sense of depression that was about to come by storm.

As a native of Rome, he naturally knew that Gianna, the next head of the Cmorra family, was going to hold a coronation ceremony in D'Antonio's old mansion.

So they were going to go to the map of D'Antonio's mansion, and it was self-evident what they wanted to do.

The combination of this information was enough to lead him to the terrible conclusion that someone was going to do something against the Kemora family, one of the twelve seats at the high table!

The consequences were enough to cause an earthquake throughout Rome!

But out of professionalism, he doesn't ask anything.

Even if he was curious in his heart like a cat's paw scratching his heart and liver, he couldn't ask.

This is one of the rules set by the high table for privacy.

Even if the killer in front of him wants to take the map to kill the Elder of the High Table, he must serve this guy well within the scope of his duties, and he can't reveal a single thing to the relevant parties.

Otherwise, he will be hunted down endlessly for breaking the rules, and not only him, but anyone involved with him will die. ….

It is precisely because of this constraint that all the relevant service providers will keep their mouths shut, and only treat these things as a pure transaction.

You give the gold, I give you the service, that's all.

As for the rest, it is treated as if it does not exist.

In line with this concept, the shopkeeper bowed slightly and said:

"Please follow me."

He then took down a few specific books in a specific order on one of the shelves.

With a rumbling sound, a secret room was revealed behind the bookcase.

The shopkeeper who walked inside took out a map of the age from the bookcase next to him, put it under the LED light transmission plate, and introduced:

"This is the original map of the D'Antonio Mansion, and the first version of the map.

You can see all the details of the ruins from above.

Look at this map, this is a map of the tomb under D'Antonio's mansion and the temple next to it.

Finally, this is the blueprint of the modern era after the Kemora family rebuilt it through modern architectural means.

This is also the structure of the current residence of D'Antonio, and it is also a replica key that opens the door to the catacombs.

The three maps and the included key cost a total of three gold."

Du Wei nodded, and there was no objection to the price.

One thing is a gold coin, and a key is also included, which is a very reasonable price.

Then Du Wei motioned for the shopkeeper to scan it into an electronic file and send it to himself.

Then he left the depressive used bookstore with the three people who were speechless all the time.

After leaving the used bookstore, Frank, who was almost suffocated, gasped suddenly and said:

"It's really suffocating me, the environment in that used bookstore is like a dozen mummies lying there, and people don't want to stay for a moment."

Du Wei chuckled lightly, and then explained:

"Ha, no one is welcome in his place.

So the environment is deliberately set to make people feel oppressive and uncomfortable.

Visitors who stumble into it will also be able to leave the place quickly under great pressure.

After all, there is still a Pentagon, the architectural blueprint inside the white walls.

These confidential drawings are not sold to tourists."

"The Pentagon? White walls? Does he have this drawing?

Isn't he afraid that the CIA and FIB will trouble him?"

"Afraid? Let's not forget that the current President Walker is also supported by the syndicate, one of the twelve seats at the high table.

For them, being inside the white walls is like coming home.

If it weren't for the competition between the high tables, this beautiful country would have changed its name a long time ago.

But even so, the control of the high table over the beautiful country is increasing day by day.

If they succeed in carrying out the human eradication plan, then it will be a carnival for the killers.

A carnival feast for the high table to eradicate dissidents!"

Frank thought carefully about Dewey's words and realized that it was really true.

They can manipulate the president and most of the members of parliament to push for the passage of the Human Eradication Plan, and what else would they not dare to do?

Compared to selling a white wall blueprint for a gold coin, it's not a big deal.

If the 12 seats of the High Table can be of one mind, then I am afraid that those nuclear buttons that exist as strategic weapons will also be held in the hands of the High Table. ….

"Hey, hearing you say that, I can see why you're determined to eradicate the high table.

With them, this world really can't live in peace.

They dare to carry out human elimination in the beautiful country today, and they dare to promote this law around the world in the future.

Then all those who oppose them will not be able to speak out, because the dead deserve to be buried in the earth.

It doesn't seem like a better day than being ruled by the Samaritans, and after all, these high-table guys are all the same.

They are all trying to control the only voice in the world.

All I can say about this is when do we do it?

I can't wait to hear their wails, and I wonder if they, trying to play with the fate of humanity, scream like pigs when they are hurt?"

Looking at the impatience on Frank's face, Du Wei reached out and patted him on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, that day isn't far off.

Now let's go to the Continental Hotel in Rome to try Italian specialties, then take a comfortable hot bath and change into the new bulletproof suit.

Then you can hear the screams of the pigs."

Frank loosened his muscles:

"Really? That's really exciting."

Soon, the three of them were led by Du Wei to the Continental Hotel in Rome.

The Continental Hotel in Rome, which was under Julius's control, had a slightly different rules from Winston under those two iron laws.

For example, even if you are not a member, you can stay at the hotel under the premise that you do not kill anyone.

However, non-members will have to pay twice the price of the hotel.

After arranging the accommodation for the three, Du Wei asked the tall and sexy Roman beauty waitress in front of him:

"Is the bartender there?"

The waiter smiled slightly and pointed to his left-hand side:

"He's always there, you can find him by the smell of wine."

Du Wei nodded, sniffing the smell of wine in the air.

Following the aroma of wine, Du Wei soon came to a room full of various wine bottles.

Inside, there was a guy dressed exactly like a bartender, concentrating on mixing the wine in his hand.

Look at that skillful bartending posture, this guy has been immersed in Yin for a long time

Not a lot.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Dewey."

The bartender didn't look up, but he casually called out Du Wei's identity as he focused on the goblet in front of him.

Du Wei is not surprised by this, it is now the 21st century.

The connection between the front desk and the sommelier is not as slow as it used to be, and it's not surprising that the sommelier knows his name.

Duver pulled a stool and sat down in front of the bartender:

"Do you have any spirits here?"

The bartender, who heard the code words, stopped mixing the wine in his hand and poured the wine from the goblet into the trash can beside him.

Then he reached under the table and pressed the button.

The surrounding doors and windows were instantly covered with bulletproof steel plates.

The bartender took out a napple and wiped his hands, straightened up and walked to the slowly rising weapon rack on the side:

"Of course, I don't know which country's spirits Mr. Du Wei prefers?"

"What about your recommendations?"

"Hah, that's naturally the strongest thing in the Bear Country, but before you drink the spirits, I think you'll be interested in learning about some of the alcohols that you can drink on a regular basis.

Allow me to tell you about the newest product in Austria, the Glock 26 as well as the 34.

It comes with a handle and a slot for easy reloading......

Seeing that the bartender was about to introduce the advantages of the two Austrian-made Glocks in his hand, Du Wei interrupted the bartender's introduction by tapping on the weapon cabinet raised below with his knuckles:

"I said, I want strong wine, strong enough.

You don't have to take out this little toy, it's not flavorful."

The look of embarrassment on the bartender's face flickered.

After all, he has a considerable commission for selling weapons.

Usually the killer who comes here is willing to sell his face and buy two Glock for self-defense.

But the doctor in front of him named Du Wei seems to have a clear purpose.

The bartender turned around and placed a gun or grenade launcher on the countertop with both hands.

"M32 Multiple Grenade Launcher, is that strong enough?"

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