Another day had passed, and it was a gloomy day in New York today, and the rain that was about to fall had dampened the enthusiasm of the citizens for the march.

There weren't many people in sight on the streets, only a few cars still passing.

John Wick has been removed from the killer list and his old friend, the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, has bought him 1 hour to escape.

John Wick didn't use the hour to seek help from the Umbrella Company, much to Duncan's disappointment, but it wasn't a big deal.

Instead, a particularly interesting incident occurred when a high-table adjudicator contacted him through Bowery and said he wanted to meet with him.

There was no purpose, no reason, and no prior notice.

Suddenly, he came to the door, and he came to the rooftop of the homeless shelter in Baoli District alone with a black umbrella to meet Duncan.

Because he thought it was interesting, Duncan came.

The bulletproof van drove into the open space outside the shelter and stopped, and Duncan, holding an umbrella, walked side by side with Alice into the shelter, and was guided to the rooftop to meet the referee of the high table.

The arbiter of the High Table was a slender woman with short black hair, a black coat, a black umbrella, a black briefcase, black gloves, black leather pants, and a black ...... The boots are completely black, but the skin color is not black.

When the adjudicator saw Duncan, he looked up and down, his eyes widened, and the pupils were isolated from the whites of his eyes, like a passerby who was scared to death with wide-eyed eyes in a horror movie.

As if he had determined something, the corners of the adjudicator's mouth turned up slightly, and he said in a flat tone: "Duncan Arems, who appeared in New York a few days ago, and his followers applied for 1,021 documents at the Blackcard second-hand computer store, and used superb computer technology to modify the identity information for everyone to ensure that the identity is safe. Another $20 million acquisition of land in the Bronx by a bank with a technology mortgage to establish a company, last night intimidation of the top of the New York construction group financed John Wick to kill the new member of the High Table, San Tino Dantonio, right? ”

There was no doubt in this question, she seemed to be very sure of what she was saying, her eyes were looking straight at Duncan, her body was straight, and her posture was haughty.

"Oh? Is that so? Bowery looked at Duncan in surprise, the high table had more information than he had learned, but not much.

For example, there are more than a thousand forged documents, which are more than he investigated, but that's it, the two sides are allies of the united front, and the stronger the allies, the more he can stay behind and develop steadily.

With Umbrella taking risks, he is ready to expand his business to the entire well-known big city of the United States, a country that will never have a shortage of homeless people.

Duncan raised an eyebrow at the adjudicator and smiled, "yes, so what do you want to say?" ”

Handing the umbrella to a homeless man in a red knitted hat next to him, the adjudicator walked calmly to a table, took out a navy blue-skinned notebook from his black briefcase, and took out a delicate pen with black and gold rimmed, and arranged the items one by one. m.jújíá?y.?? m

After the tattered wooden table was dressed as if it were some kind of special ceremony, the adjudicator withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and said to Duncan: "The High Table has invited you to join, you will take the place of Kemorra, and the privileges of the High Table will be open to you and become a supreme member!" ”

Yes, after the High Table took a moment to investigate Duncan and the Umbrella Company, they found that they could find nothing, and the Umbrella Company had a mysterious origin and a lot of technology that they had never seen before.

A thousand well-trained soldiers, special techniques, abundant gold reserves, mysterious background.

One by one, these elements are piled up in a mysterious force that the High Table does not know, making them uneasy beyond their control.

They even suspect that further underground, there is an organization that they don't even know is watching them.

In order to prevent outsiders from influencing the order of the underworld, and to bring things back to their familiar path, the High Table decided to have the Adjudicator invite the mysterious Mr. Duncan to join the High Table.

In this way, there will be no more unknown troubles, they are not the old antiques of the feudal era, and the high table also needs some fresh blood to fill itself and consolidate its power.

It just so happened that the Kemora community was declining, and with two leaders killed in a row, it was shameless to stay in that position anymore, so why not make room for more energetic young people?

As for not agreeing...... The case of non-agreement has also been thought of by the high table, and the adjudicator will decide for himself what to do.

Returning to the rooftop of the asylum room, even the sound of rain in the sky seemed to be much quieter when the adjudicator said those words.

Duncan and the adjudicator's eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth as he read a "you're lucky" in her eyes.

"Wait, slow down, what are you talking about?" Bauery next to him looked at the adjudicator with a deflated expression, and he couldn't believe that the high table would invite newcomers to join them, even more than the start of the Third World War.

Bowery looked at Duncan again, not wanting Duncan to actually sign an agreement to join the High Table.

Otherwise, all the manpower and material resources invested in the Baoli District will be smashed, not to mention, his career may also be seriously affected, and he may live in the shadow of the high table in the future.

The adjudicator's eyes turned to Bauerry, and his temperament suddenly changed, as if he had become a devout believer in God, and said in a tone like a fanatic believer: "Under the high table, serve the high table, the high table is above all else!" ”

"Don't be fooled into thinking that you're out of the box, you can continue to control the bag, you can play for the new High Table, and if you don't, someone will take your throne."

After finishing the believer-like chanting, the adjudicator regained his composure in Bowery's fire-breathing gaze, and looked at Duncan, who was about to burst out laughing.

"Hehe......"

Duncan thought this invitation was funny, like an aristocratic group inviting the king of Weifu to join him, not knowing the gap between the two sides, and doing something that made him feel ridiculous.

Although he doesn't show much on weekdays, but the umbrella company has a super power that can wipe out all life weapons on the surface within ten years, if he is a P club player, after entering the new world, after plundering science and technology, he can use biological and chemical weapons to find out all life on the surface, and then he can do whatever he wants, and he can mine resources as much as he wants!

I don't do that, I just don't feel like it.

Everything that can be obtained in a step-by-step manner, sacrificing comfort and humanity for a small amount of convenience, is very uneconomical.

If the world is cleaned, all infrastructure will be damaged to varying degrees, and it will be repaired when it needs to be used later, so it is better to spend money blown by the wind to solve it.

The high table wanted to invite him in, but Duncan only found it amusing and embarrassed.

The adjudicator saw Duncan laughing, and slowly realized that he didn't seem to want to accept the kindness of the high table.

"If you want to see me for an insincere invitation, then I will refuse, but ......" Under the unpleasant expression of the adjudicator, Duncan's words took a big turn, and said: "I am very interested in the technology in the hands of the high table, and the high table can open a price, or trade in other ways." ”

"In what way?"

"You don't need to know."

“…… I still look forward to the day when Mr. Duncan joins the High Table. ”

Having not achieved what he had hoped to achieve, and the adjudicator was not annoyed, he took his umbrella and turned away, the papers and pens still on the tattered table, as if he thought Duncan would change his mind.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.

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