Chapter 1089 - End of the Match, and Overtime

Chapter 1089: End of the Match, and Overtime

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

He pressed the release buttons on both guns at the same time, and two empty clips slipped out before he took out new clips.

He reloaded the Glocks, then pointed the Glock in his right hand sideways.

Pa!

A hitman who was gripping his injured thigh and was about to raise his gun with the other hand was shot in the face and fell to the ground.

The reloaded Glock in Luke's left hand also casually swung around.

Pa!

Another hitman who had been shot in the butt was shot in the neck, and he stopped struggling to get up.

Then, sporadic gunshots rang out in the factory yard.

Luke had reloaded to wrap things up.

He had never been careless on this point.

As the gunshots rang out unhurriedly, the hitmen stopped screaming and begging.

…

In the Continental Hotel, Santino looked at the drone feed and was stunned. "WTF!"

After a brief stupor, he suddenly stood up. "That's impossible. He's already heavily injured. How is he still so strong? Wait, why isn't he crippled… F*ck, his injuries were fake!"

Halfway through his sentence, he realized what was going on. He had done a lot of this sort of deception himself, but had never expected John Wick to also use this move.

Thinking that, his face turned blue and red with anger.

The short-haired girl clapped to draw his attention, then signed again with her hands.

Santino's face changed. "The Fraternity's Gunfighting skills? That's impossible. There's no way he would join us and the Fraternity at the same time. The High Table doesn't allow that."

The short-haired girl frowned and thought for a moment, before she signed again.

Santino said, "You're saying that it's something like Gunfighting, but not entirely?"

Saying that, he looked at the feed and replayed the video.

After watching it several times, he nodded. "Indeed, his speed and strength aren't as good as the Fraternity's renowned assassins. It's just that his movements are too precise and quick, which is why he's so lethal."

The short-haired girl nodded and signed.

Santino walked back and forth. "Get the Fraternity to deal with him? Yes, that's possible. Those guys view their business very strictly. Tell them that John Wick has learned the Fraternity's Gunfighting, and even Curve Shooting, and they'll definitely come after him. It doesn't matter who wins or loses; it'll create an even bigger conflict. At that time, I might have a chance to go to Rome and complete the coronation ceremony."

Thinking that, his eyes lit up. "Let's do it."

The short-haired girl coughed and signed at him.

"Right, someone has to clean up the bodies first." Santino nodded with an ugly expression. He took out his phone and made a call. "This is Santino. Yes, Santino D'Antonio. I also have a reservation…"

He looked at the short-haired girl and saw her give him a number. His heart grew even heavier, but he continued, "Dinner for 60 to 80 people. I'll send you the address right away. You only have one hour…"

…

Pa!

On the rooftop behind the factory, Luke put his pistol back into his holster and looked up at the sky. He gave the drones one last glance before he disappeared into the darkness.

The blinded snipers on the nearby rooftops had all been shot in the head.

While the hitmen had not been together, they were now all one big family in the end.

Luke soon entered New York's sewers and headed north.

He had left the bodies of 75 hitmen in Harlem tonight, but had no intention of cleaning up the scene.

After he killed the last batch of hitmen, the ones who were still close by suddenly scattered.

At the same time, the patrol cars that arrived had stopped at an intersection 500 meters and sealed off the area.

According to the police radio, HQ had ordered the patrol officers to seal off the area and prevent innocent passers-by from passing through.

Also, because the criminals had fierce firepower and their numbers were unknown, this matter was left to the ESU to handle.

Of course, the patrol officers had no objections. Not everyone liked to charge into a gunfight, and that included the police.

Compared with the ESU, the patrol officers were responsible largely for daily law and order; if they faced off against professional assailants, the number of casualties would rack up easily.

At first glance, the order made sense.

But at the same time, the ESU team that was on the way received another order. They were to wait until another team arrived and before the captain instructed them to enter.

The result was that no police officer approached the factory zone for hundreds of meters.

Thinking quickly, Luke realized that the High Table had taken action.

The underground world's major forces were indeed extraordinary. They could actually secretly influence NYPD's operations, and create leeway for the cleanup.

Of course, it was unrealistic to say that the High Table was instructing the police officers at will; it was more likely that both parties were getting what they wanted.

The High Table wanted to clean up the mess and make sure that there were no traces of their movements so that they wouldn't draw widespread attention.

Since there was no major damage, NYPD could report that there was "no evidence found" for this case, and everybody would be happy.

When Luke realized this, he stopped worrying about the cleanup.

In the last battle in front of the factory, most of the footage of Boogeyman John killing the hitmen was captured by the drones.

It was a huge pile of bodies, and the drones were still monitoring them.

Naturally, Luke didn't use his inventory to make the bodies disappear into thin air.

Dealing with bodies and his inventory ability were a V thing.

More than twenty hitmen in New Jersey had died under surveillance. Including the 75 people in Harlem, that was more than 100 victims.

There were more than forty hitmen in Luke's inventory who had been killed without anyone noticing.

Thus, the number of hitmen casualties tonight was 148.

Each of these hitmen gave more than 200 experience and credit points, while most of them were in the 300-plus range. A small portion was worth over 400 and 500 points. The total amount of experience and credit points was no less than 61,000.

At that moment, the system showed that the host's experience was 250,600 / 300,000.

Credit: 266,600

Coupled with the "first half" in Rome a few days ago, Luke had earned almost 100,000 experience and credit points from this fight for the position of head of the Camorra family.

The High Table was indeed a super instance!

Furthermore, this was a serial instance.

There was even overtime to determine a winner after the match.

Santino and his bodyguards would earn Luke a lot of experience and credit points.

Obtaining over 100,000 experience and credit points from one instance usually took a while and rarely happened.

Currently, he was close to obtaining enough points to level up to level 18, but would he be able to earn from the High Table the 500,000 points required for level 19 as well?

Luke calculated happily in his heart as he found an exit and crawled out.

After walking dozens of meters, he entered a safe house, changed his clothes, and got rid of the smell on his body. He then drove back to the lab.