Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 1096 - The Boogeyman Wants Me to Pass On a Message

Chapter 1096: The Boogeyman Wants Me to Pass On a Message

In the New York Continental Hotel, Winston looked at Charon in horror. “What did you say?”

There was a bitter smile on Charon’s usually calm face. “Just now, Mr. Wick entered the D’Antonio museum on his own and killed 52 of Santino’s bodyguards. Santino himself fled with four bodyguards, but the wrecked car was discovered next to the Hudson River with no one in it. According to surveillance on the streets, Mr. Wick entered the area in a Bentley, but nobody saw him grab Santino.”

Winston frowned and immediately took out his phone to make a call. “Jonathan, you better not have killed Santino.”

After a brief silence, a voice rang out. “But he wanted to kill me.”

Winston’s head throbbed. “But he was going to be the head of the family soon.”

The other end of the line: “That’s why I didn’t want to wait until he became a member of the High Table before taking action. Right, he also found two elite assassins from the Fraternity, Night Wolf and White Dove, tonight. Winston, please help me tell Sloan that this isn’t over.”

He then hung up.

Looking at his expression, Charon asked, “What’s wrong, sir?”

Winston heaved a sigh. “Santino hired two assassins from the Fraternity to ambush Jonathan. He told me to tell the Fraternity to wait for his revenge.”

Charon’s eyes widened. “What?”

Winston slapped his forehead. “Tarasov, Camorra, and the Fraternity. He’s already pissed off three major members of the High Table. Is he trying to kill all of them?”

Charon was lost for words.

The Tarasov family had provoked John, and there was no helping that.

After Viggo Tarasov died, his brother became the head of the family.

It was said that this new head of the Tarasov family had barely become one of the twelve members of the High Table, when John killed him in his private office. After putting down the gun in front of him and toasting the other party, John left.

After that, this became hearsay.

The new head of the Tarasov family had firmly denied events previously, and insisted that his brother Viggo had died of a brain hemorrhage caused by high blood pressure.

Even Winston couldn’t help but curse when he heard the news. Your brother Viggo’s brain hemorrhage was probably from his head being blown up, right?

Less than two days after the incident, John went off to kill Gianna, the heir of the Camorra family; reportedly, he caused another “brain hemorrhage.”

Now, Santino, the second in line, would probably die from a brain hemorrhage.

Winston smiled bitterly. Listening as the call was cut off, he finally gave up.

Boogeyman John wasn’t one to listen to others.

He was simple, crude, and direct. He killed all his enemies; this was how the Boogeyman did things.

And Santino had made himself the Boogeyman’s enemy.

A vain young man who courted death! Santino, you’re too young! Winston couldn’t help but feel a little schadenfreude.

Santino’s base of operations was in New York, but he wasn’t someone who respected the elderly. Did he really think that Winston wanted him alive?

Winston just didn’t want John to be the one to take action.

Of course, only John would dare to be so relentless.

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North Bergen, No. 17 Textile Mill.

Sloan put down the phone with a dark expression and looked at the people in the office. “Night Wolf and White Dove are dead. John Wick killed them and had Winston pass a message: It seems that he’s coming after us.”

The people in front of him frowned.

Looking at everybody’s expressions, Sloan’s gaze fell on a wild and lovely woman who wore an indifferent expression. “Firefox, what do you think?”

Firefox shook her head indifferently. “I’ve heard of this man, the Boogeyman. If we go up against him, there’s a 50-50 chance of winning; it wouldn’t be strange if either one of us is killed. But how was he able to kill Night Wolf and White Dove on his own?”

Everybody’s expressions turned even more unsightly.

This was in fact already a very good explanation.

Before, they had felt that in a one-on-one fight, the chance of a well-known hitman from the Fraternity winning against the Boogeyman was around 60 to 80%.

But it was the Boogeyman who had killed two of their people in a 1v2, and he even dared to send word to the Fraternity that it wasn’t over.

This meant that John, the Boogeyman, had probably won an overwhelming victory, and hadn’t suffered from his fight against both Night Wolf and White Dove.

With this sort of strength, even Cross might not be able to prevail if he was still around.

The most formidable thing about Cross was his positioning and his extreme long-distance sniping, while Boogeyman John’s achievements lay primarily in head-on battles.

When it came to Cross, everybody was most afraid of being lured into a trap and shot, but it wasn’t hard to duck into a safe house to hide and rest.

In a 1v2 against Boogeyman John, however, their side had been crushed. They couldn’t always move around outside in teams of three, right?

Thinking that, everybody’s hearts were heavy.

There wasn’t much of an expression on Sloan’s face, but he was hesitating. Should he ask the big boss for help? If Cross and the Boogeyman attacked the Fraternity at the same time, their ten best hitmen wouldn’t last two months.

Eventually, he gave up on the idea and looked at Firefox. “Get Wesley ready! Find Cross. We can’t be attacked from both sides.”

Firefox frowned. “He’s still far from ready.”

Sloan gave her a deep look. “We don’t have time. We can only try. Don’t forget, that boy is just bait.”

Firefox’s eyes flickered. Without saying anything, she turned around and left.

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The next day, it was drizzling and the sky was filled with leaden clouds.

Luke, however, was in a good mood.

There had been 52 bodyguards in the museum last night, while the fake Santino and his bodyguards totaled five, and there had been 12 bodyguards in the underground living space. There was also Santino and the short-haired female bodyguard.

The bodyguards were worth more than 200 experience and credit points each, which wasn’t too high.

The short-haired female bodyguard, on the other hand, was an elite mini boss worth 1,500 experience and credit points, while the weak boss, Santino, was worth 5,000 experience and credit points.

The short-haired girl had probably killed countless people with her own hands.

Santino, on the other hand, had probably done a lot of bad things while he schemed. Although he hadn’t personally killed many people, he had definitely been the one to give the order.

That was why these two were worth so much.

As for the two elite assassins from the Fraternity, Night Wolf gave 1,000 experience and credit points, and White Dove gave 800 experience and credit points.

They were clearly on the higher end for hitmen. They might not be worth as many experience and credit points as the short-haired female bodyguard, but it was still plenty.

At that moment in the system, the host’s experience had reached 273,400 / 300,000.

Credit: 289,400

Luke was pleased about the harvest of experience and credit points, but his abilities hadn’t advanced.

As top-tier assassins in the Fraternity, Night Wolf and White Dove had basically the same abilities, and were far worse than Mr. X, whom Luke had made disappear.

As for the abilities of the other bodyguards and Santino, there was nothing special about them.

It could be said that Luke’s harvest this time was within expectations, and there were no unexpected surprises.

Enjoying his coffee and the rain, Luke wondered where he could obtain the 20,000 points for his level-up.