Chapter 1091 - Trap and “Acquaintances”

Chapter 1091: Trap and "Acquaintances"

Tony Stark, for one, could easily see through this sort of low-level disguise with a simple command to his AI program.

After all, the external appearance could be altered slightly, but there was no way to adjust the joints.

Even if a height difference of 10 cm could be closed with taller shoes, the way strength was exerted wasn't the same.

By the same logic, individuals with a 5-cm difference in arm length would adopt different combat methods.

Things like body proportions and center of gravity could also affect the body.

That was also why Luke had always liked to make bigger sets of battle armor — armor that was more than 5 cm thick completely hid these sorts of things.

It was impossible to tell from the outside whether the user was 1.6 meters or 1.8 meters tall in a suit of armor that was 2 meters tall.

The Thousand Faces System, on the other hand, used nanotechnology, and a high level was required to achieve the morph and disguise effect.

But this system was one of the things that Luke had to develop.

He would have a matching ability to replace it sooner or later, but he could give the Thousand Faces System to his allies so that they could hide their identities.

It was very risky to act like a hero, and Luke had to stay low.

With the Thousand Faces System, the only people in the world who would know his real identity were himself and Selina… hm, and maybe one dog.

…

In the Continental Hotel, Santino didn't look too good as he sent off the special envoy from the Fraternity.

Only part of his plan had worked.

The Fraternity had agreed to send two elite hitmen to deal with John, but Santino had to use himself as bait.

Secondly, Santino had to first pay the Fraternity 10 million dollars, which was separate to the bounty.

In the end, the two elite hitmen weren't his bodyguards. They would only hide around Santino and wait for John to appear. Also, they only had three days.

Not only did Santino have to lure out John in three days, he also had to work hard to survive until they took action. In the end, he still had to rely on his bodyguards to withstand John's first attack.

Santino wasn't satisfied with this outcome.

But the Fraternity was very firm; their attitude made it clear that they had no intention of taking over.

Santino had also received some private information that the Fraternity had run into a lot of problems in the last six months. It seemed many members had died, and they had no time to care about Santino.

Perhaps that was the reason why the Fraternity wasn't keen on taking this assignment.

So, they were just giving it a try.

In any case, Santino was the bait, and they just needed to kill the target.

According to the rules, even if Santino, their client, was killed by Boogeyman John, it wouldn't impact on the people of the Fraternity receiving the reward.

The 10 million deposit they had asked for was ample proof.

Whether they got cold feet or failed the mission, the two elite hitmen each got 5 million.

For elite hitmen, this price was quite tempting.

Looking at the anxious Santino, the short-haired girl coughed, and signed when he looked at her.

Santino frowned and pondered. "A body double? John won't fall for it that easily."

The short-haired girl signed again.

Santino pondered for a moment. "Switching out halfway?"

They could consider doing that.

Currently, John wouldn't appear unless Santino went out.

John was on his own; even his wife was gone. He had plenty of time to keep an eye on Santino; a month or even a year wouldn't make a difference.

The elite assassins of the Fraternity weren't small fry, but super big shots.

If Santino didn't lure out the Boogeyman in three days, they would abandon this mission without any hesitation.

Santino had to solve the problem in New York.

Otherwise, even if he flew back to Rome, he would have to be careful of any assassination attempts on John's part.

Even worse, many people in Rome were loyal to his sister, Gianna. Many had even heard that he had hired someone to assassinate her.

When they saw John, they might let him in.

Didn't you have John kill your own sister? Then just let John kill you too. You reap what you sow, and everyone will be happy.

It was safer in New York. Santino had been operating in this territory for a long time, and his subordinates were all loyal.

He quickly made up his mind, and said to the short-haired girl, "Come up with a plan, and… Tomorrow, get the private plane ready. When the time comes, have the body double board the plane and see if you can lure John out."

The short-haired girl nodded and signed that she understood, before she went off to prepare.

Santino was right.

If he dared to fly back to Rome, Luke would definitely go after him with an "express delivery."

And Gianna, currently "deceased," would generously open the doors wide for Luke, hastening Santino's death.

…

Luke didn't know about Santino's "zeal," but in the blink of an eye, he found two "acquaintances" to be his opponents.

He had simply set up surveillance cameras around the Continental Hotel to track Santino's movements.

In any case, he wasn't scared that this guy would run back to Rome to die.

New York was peaceful and quiet, and Luke and Selina went about their business as usual.

Two nights after the Battle of Harlem, Santino, who had been hiding in the Continental Hotel, finally came out.

Luke, who was having dinner, wasn't in a hurry. He checked the surveillance feed and looked at Selina.

Selina had her hair up in a ponytail to prevent it falling into her noodle soup. She noticed Luke's expression and found it strange. "What? Do you want me to kill him?"

Luke was amused.

Selina really wasn't shooting off her mouth.

She could easily crush Santino's bodyguards now in the second generation Beast armor.

If she combined with Gold Nugget, that… would be unnecessary.

The dog head might eat and watch TV every day, but the combat ability of its and Selina's complete form was off the charts.

With enough imagination, Selina's body could morph significantly; with a thought, she could wield anything from a whip, net, rod, hammer or spike to even tentacles.

Coupled with Luke's high-tech equipment, it was easy for her to kill a bunch of professional mercenaries or assassins in ten seconds.

However, Selina only activated the symbiotic form when she was in the training room, in order to hone her physique. She barely used it when she went out on an operation.

Luke said, "Santino's out. If this guy gets onto a plane, it'll be hard for you."

Selina said, "I get it; you want me to flash your face at a few suitable surveillance cameras, right?"

Luke nodded. "Yes."

Selina waved her hand. "Go, go."

Luke said, "After we've finished the noodles. It's rare that I make them."

Selina thought that made sense.

Luke had specially made these "simple" noodles for her and the dog head today. It was a rare occasion, so finishing them in peace was a good idea.

Luke finished his noodles leisurely and put on John Wick's face, before he put on his stealth suit and set off via the underground passage.

Santino didn't go straight to the airport. Instead, he went to a dinner party at the D'Antonio family's private museum in New York to mourn the death of his sister, Gianna.