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Chapter 94
chapter 0070 part 1
Chapter 70: The Demise of the Gambino Family (8000, 2000 short, will make up tomorrow)
A study in the Gambino Estate.
Elderly Old Gambino sat in a wheelchair, a valuable Persian cashmere blanket covering his legs, his eyes half-closed as he watched the large screen in front of him.
He looked drowsy, his face covered in age spots. No one would have thought that this man over seventy was a ruthless character who, in his youth, dared to shoot a judge in a Court of Law if things didn't go his way.
The surveillance camera connected to the Manor's entrance clearly captured Tang Song's appearance.
Seeing Tang Song reveal that gentle, even slightly shy smile, Old Gambino inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine, a creepy sensation.
"Mr. Gambino, I'm sorry, I couldn't complete your orders. Our people couldn't bring that Asian back to the Police Department..."
Old Gambino picked up the ringing phone with his withered hand, listening quietly to the voice on the other end. His aged face was expressionless. Before the other side finished speaking, Old Gambino directly hung up the phone.
His original plan was to use the police to detain Tang Song for a few days, making him miss the Arms Bidding Conference.
He didn't expect the people he hired to be incompetent, and those police officers who usually took many benefits were also useless, allowing this Asian to come knocking on the door.
It is said that the older one gets in the underworld, the smaller their guts become. Old Gambino had led the Gambino family for forty years.
He had experienced the glory of the Gambino family and the family's predicament after being driven out of New York by Kingpin.
However, the increase in age did not seem to have worn away Old Gambino's courage.
Looking at the Asian in the surveillance video, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Old Gambino's cloudy eyes.
He pressed the red button on his wheelchair, and soon a middle-aged man in a suit, with a pompadour slicked back with a lot of hair wax, walked into the study.
"Father!"
The man placed his right hand on his left chest and bowed to Old Gambino.
"Willie, you are on duty at the Continental Hotel now!"
"Yes, Father!" The man was called Willie Gambino, Old Gambino's adopted son, and the Gambino family's top enforcer.
"Post a 50 million bounty at the Continental Hotel. Don't let this Asian leave Rome alive!"
Old Gambino patted the armrest of his wheelchair and spoke gently to Willie.
"This arms order concerns the future rise and fall of the Gambino family. I don't want the family to perish in my hands.
Willie, the family is mine. Although Paul is my biological son, he cannot support the family. The future of the family is yours! I hope you don't disappoint me!"
"Father!"
Willie seemed touched by Old Gambino's words. He lowered his head, staring deeply at Old Gambino's old face, full of the vicissitudes of time.
"I have no ambition for the family. If it weren't for you, I would have died at the church entrance long ago. The Gambino family belongs to Paul, and I will do my best to assist him!"
"Good, good!" Old Gambino took two rough breaths. Willie quickly squatted down and gently rubbed his chest for him.
"Alright, I'm fine. Go do it quickly!"
Old Gambino waved his hand. Willie stood up, bowed to Old Gambino, gently closed the room door, and exited the room.
The moment he closed the door, Willie Gambino's eyes changed. His previously docile gaze instantly became extremely sharp, like a domesticated dog transforming into a wild wolf.
...
Continental Hotel, Rome branch.
The hotel decoration had a Roman style, resplendent and luxurious. There was a huge panel screen in the Hall.
This was certainly not for watching a game.
Names, avatars, and bounty amounts were displayed on it from time to time.
This was clearly an assassin mission board, like a mercenary guild from the Middle Ages.
However, the Continental Hotel was more like an open assassin guild.
Several assassins sat in the hotel's bar drinking, their eyes occasionally scanning the information on the panel.
A bartender in a white shirt and tie was performing flair bartending behind the bar counter.
The Continental Hotel, spread across the world, could be said to have standardized the entire assassin industry.
These assassins sat openly in the bar waiting to take on business, and less than five hundred meters away was a Police Department.
Clearly, there was a special understanding between the Continental Hotel and the Police Department.
In a corner of the hotel's hall, John Wick, with long hair and sexy stubble on his face, leaned on a sofa, holding a bottle of whiskey, taking sips from the bottle from time to time.
Opposite John Wick, the snake woman Bina was looking around boredly.
"John, I want to go to Milan, will you come with me!"
Bina watched the bartender not far away mix a mojito with flair and said to John Wick somewhat boredly.
"I don't have money!" John Wick shook the whiskey bottle. "I've spent most of my money avoiding being hunted!"
Although he spoke impatiently, John Wick's eyes occasionally scanned the mission board.
He wanted to take a mission quickly, earn some money, and accompany Bina to Milan.
Although thanks to the multiple mediations by his old friend, the manager of the New York Continental Hotel, and the fact that John Wick was truly not someone to be trifled with.
After completing several missions issued by the High Table, John Wick had barely reached a reconciliation with the Continental Hotel and the High Table behind it.
However, buying firearms and ammunition, intelligence, and asking people for help had almost drained John Wick's retirement fund.
That's why he had no choice but to reappear at the Continental Hotel. As for why he was in Rome and not New York, that's another story!
After all, he had killed more than half of the assassins at the New York Continental Hotel.
If John Wick stayed in New York, even if he was a legendary assassin, it would be hard to guarantee he wouldn't be shot in the back.
Bina also saw through John Wick's tsundere nature and looked at him with a smile.
Just then, a mechanical bell rang.
Several female service staff at the front desk quickly became busy. A service staff took a document from the fax machine.
She handed it to another female service staff at the front desk, who scanned and uploaded it. Another bell rang.
On the panel high up in the Continental Hotel, an Asian face appeared at the top of the list.
At the same time, all registered assassins of the Continental Hotel in Rome had their mobile phones ring.
"Gulp gulp..." John Wick finished the whiskey in the bottle in two gulps. He looked at the face that appeared on the Hall screen and frowned.
"*Country Tang, why is he in New York!"
...
Night. Tang Song stood naked in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, only a bath towel wrapped around his lower body, revealing his six abdominal muscles.
On the large bed in the Presidential Suite, two women slept embracing each other.
Chapter 70: The Demise of the Gambino Family (8000, 2000 short, will make up tomorrow)
A study in the Gambino Estate.
Elderly Old Gambino sat in a wheelchair, a valuable Persian cashmere blanket covering his legs, his eyes half-closed as he watched the large screen in front of him.
He looked drowsy, his face covered in age spots. No one would have thought that this man over seventy was a ruthless character who, in his youth, dared to shoot a judge in a Court of Law if things didn't go his way.
The surveillance camera connected to the Manor's entrance clearly captured Tang Song's appearance.
Seeing Tang Song reveal that gentle, even slightly shy smile, Old Gambino inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine, a creepy sensation.
"Mr. Gambino, I'm sorry, I couldn't complete your orders. Our people couldn't bring that Asian back to the Police Department..."
Old Gambino picked up the ringing phone with his withered hand, listening quietly to the voice on the other end. His aged face was expressionless. Before the other side finished speaking, Old Gambino directly hung up the phone.
His original plan was to use the police to detain Tang Song for a few days, making him miss the Arms Bidding Conference.
He didn't expect the people he hired to be incompetent, and those police officers who usually took many benefits were also useless, allowing this Asian to come knocking on the door.
It is said that the older one gets in the underworld, the smaller their guts become. Old Gambino had led the Gambino family for forty years.
He had experienced the glory of the Gambino family and the family's predicament after being driven out of New York by Kingpin.
However, the increase in age did not seem to have worn away Old Gambino's courage.
Looking at the Asian in the surveillance video, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Old Gambino's cloudy eyes.
He pressed the red button on his wheelchair, and soon a middle-aged man in a suit, with a pompadour slicked back with a lot of hair wax, walked into the study.
"Father!"
The man placed his right hand on his left chest and bowed to Old Gambino.
"Willie, you are on duty at the Continental Hotel now!"
"Yes, Father!" The man was called Willie Gambino, Old Gambino's adopted son, and the Gambino family's top enforcer.
"Post a 50 million bounty at the Continental Hotel. Don't let this Asian leave Rome alive!"
Old Gambino patted the armrest of his wheelchair and spoke gently to Willie.
"This arms order concerns the future rise and fall of the Gambino family. I don't want the family to perish in my hands.
Willie, the family is mine. Although Paul is my biological son, he cannot support the family. The future of the family is yours! I hope you don't disappoint me!"
"Father!"
Willie seemed touched by Old Gambino's words. He lowered his head, staring deeply at Old Gambino's old face, full of the vicissitudes of time.
"I have no ambition for the family. If it weren't for you, I would have died at the church entrance long ago. The Gambino family belongs to Paul, and I will do my best to assist him!"
"Good, good!" Old Gambino took two rough breaths. Willie quickly squatted down and gently rubbed his chest for him.
"Alright, I'm fine. Go do it quickly!"
Old Gambino waved his hand. Willie stood up, bowed to Old Gambino, gently closed the room door, and exited the room.
The moment he closed the door, Willie Gambino's eyes changed. His previously docile gaze instantly became extremely sharp, like a domesticated dog transforming into a wild wolf.
...
Continental Hotel, Rome branch.
The hotel decoration had a Roman style, resplendent and luxurious. There was a huge panel screen in the Hall.
This was certainly not for watching a game.
Names, avatars, and bounty amounts were displayed on it from time to time.
This was clearly an assassin mission board, like a mercenary guild from the Middle Ages.
However, the Continental Hotel was more like an open assassin guild.
Several assassins sat in the hotel's bar drinking, their eyes occasionally scanning the information on the panel.
A bartender in a white shirt and tie was performing flair bartending behind the bar counter.
The Continental Hotel, spread across the world, could be said to have standardized the entire assassin industry.
These assassins sat openly in the bar waiting to take on business, and less than five hundred meters away was a Police Department.
Clearly, there was a special understanding between the Continental Hotel and the Police Department.
In a corner of the hotel's hall, John Wick, with long hair and sexy stubble on his face, leaned on a sofa, holding a bottle of whiskey, taking sips from the bottle from time to time.
Opposite John Wick, the snake woman Bina was looking around boredly.
"John, I want to go to Milan, will you come with me!"
Bina watched the bartender not far away mix a mojito with flair and said to John Wick somewhat boredly.
"I don't have money!" John Wick shook the whiskey bottle. "I've spent most of my money avoiding being hunted!"
Although he spoke impatiently, John Wick's eyes occasionally scanned the mission board.
He wanted to take a mission quickly, earn some money, and accompany Bina to Milan.
Although thanks to the multiple mediations by his old friend, the manager of the New York Continental Hotel, and the fact that John Wick was truly not someone to be trifled with.
After completing several missions issued by the High Table, John Wick had barely reached a reconciliation with the Continental Hotel and the High Table behind it.
However, buying firearms and ammunition, intelligence, and asking people for help had almost drained John Wick's retirement fund.
That's why he had no choice but to reappear at the Continental Hotel. As for why he was in Rome and not New York, that's another story!
After all, he had killed more than half of the assassins at the New York Continental Hotel.
If John Wick stayed in New York, even if he was a legendary assassin, it would be hard to guarantee he wouldn't be shot in the back.
Bina also saw through John Wick's tsundere nature and looked at him with a smile.
Just then, a mechanical bell rang.
Several female service staff at the front desk quickly became busy. A service staff took a document from the fax machine.
She handed it to another female service staff at the front desk, who scanned and uploaded it. Another bell rang.
On the panel high up in the Continental Hotel, an Asian face appeared at the top of the list.
At the same time, all registered assassins of the Continental Hotel in Rome had their mobile phones ring.
"Gulp gulp..." John Wick finished the whiskey in the bottle in two gulps. He looked at the face that appeared on the Hall screen and frowned.
"*Country Tang, why is he in New York!"
...
Night. Tang Song stood naked in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, only a bath towel wrapped around his lower body, revealing his six abdominal muscles.
On the large bed in the Presidential Suite, two women slept embracing each other.
