Chapter 1092 - Leave? Too Late

Chapter 1092: Leave? Too Late

Luke could only chuckle at the party.

Santino didn't have that deep a bond with his sister. The museum party was definitely a trap to lure out Boogeyman John.

But so what?

This was nothing more than the stage for mutual harm.

The D'Antonio family's museum was on the Upper East Side in Manhattan. Luke didn't even need to drive. He simply walked a kilometer through the sewers and emerged not far from the museum.

The drone rose into the air and captured the guests entering the museum.

There were around fifty bodyguards in and outside the museum.

Looking at the number of people, Luke couldn't help but shake his head. What a poor setup; who did they think they were fooling? These bodyguards weren't on the same level as the hitmen from last night. Wanting to rely on this number of people to obstruct the Boogeyman was absolutely ridiculous.

This was without doubt a trap, so Luke naturally had to check it out.

But not right now.

Luke's gaze shifted to a certain unit in a building not far away.

He couldn't see them, but he had detected two people with his Sharp Nose.

It wasn't unusual that they were carrying guns, but they also carried another scent — the smell of the Fraternity's medicinal bath.

This thing had been on Luke's mind for a long time, and he had tried putting it together many times.

Even if it was just a trace, he could instantly pick out the smell.

The fact that hitmen from the Fraternity, who were qualified to use the medicinal bath, had appeared at this time and place meant that they were definitely important members of the organization.

…

"Night Wolf, have you ever thought of retiring?" a Caucasian woman asked the African American man next to her.

The man, Night Wolf, was still looking at the museum 100 meters away. "Why? Also, do you think Sloan will let us leave right now? Don't think too much, White Dove. You might get yourself killed."

White Dove smiled bitterly. "Scarface is dead, Redback's gone, X is missing, and Water Buffalo is dead. Cross is hunting us down one by one. We were lucky we were only injured this time, but we might not be able to survive next time. I would rather leave beforehand like Redback; we might still be able to survive that way."

After a brief silence, Night Wolf shook his head. "Then? Where would we go? We don't know how to do anything except kill people. Also, do you think the High Table will let people like us escape their control?"

White Dove said, "We're rich. We at least managed to get 10 million this time. Where can't we go?"

Night Wolf didn't say anything.

White Dove looked at him in disappointment.

She understood that Night Wolf was already used to this life, and subconsciously resisted change.

Of course, it was more likely that he was afraid of the Fraternity and the High Table.

But the danger was now right in front of them. Who knew when Cross would have them in his sights.

If they stayed any longer, they might no longer have a chance — dead people didn't have any.

But since Night Wolf didn't seem to want to talk about it, she stopped.

After this mission was over and they obtained the money, it might be easier to discuss their future then.

That was what she thought.

"People from the Fraternity?" Suddenly, a voice rang out behind them.

They took out their guns without hesitation.

Bang! Bang!

The bullets hit the wall next to the door, but the door was wide open and there was nobody there.

Both of them turned grim. An expert!

"Let's not be hasty." The voice rang out again from the empty doorway. "Tell me why you're here. I think you're here to kill me. 10 million, right?"

Night Wolf's expression hardened. "John Wick?"

"Hehe." There was no humor in that low laugh; the tone didn't change at all. "Seems like it's the case. Your Fraternity can't even take care of itself, and you actually dare stick your nose into my matter."

They didn't say anything, but looked around, ready to flee the room.

"I'll give you a chance." The person continued, "Call Sloan and tell him that this is only the once, or the Fraternity will be my enemy."

White Dove snorted coldly. "There's no need."

The person said, "Yes, there is. As long as you do it, you just need to dodge my bullets, and I won't hunt you down."

Their hearts turned heavy.

The person had said a lot, but they weren't able to locate him.

The enemy was in the dark, and they were in a disadvantageous position.

After a brief silence, Night Wolf suddenly said, "White Dove, make the call."

Without any hesitation, White Dove slowly took out her phone and called Sloan, and repeated John Wick's threat.

This wasn't a sign of weakness, but to spread word of their encounter with Boogeyman John.

"Very good. You bought yourself one last chance." After White Dove hung up, the voice continued, "Now, I'm going to attack."

Night Wolf and White Dove immediately reacted.

The tall and strong Night Wolf's heart raced, and he activated Physical Outburst. He charged out of the room and into the hallway.

White Dove was right behind him. Both of them had guns in their hands, which boosted their confidence.

There was nobody in the dimly lit corridor. Night Wolf immediately broke into a run, his pistol in his right hand, while White Dove covered him on the left.

"You want to leave? It's too late." The voice rang out again, and they felt extremely uncomfortable. It felt like they were fighting a ghost.

Even Night Wolf's attention couldn't help but shift to the room behind him.

Then, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The next moment, he realized that someone had grabbed his gun.

A person in a black close-fitting outfit appeared in front of him, as if he had appeared out of thin air.

When his attention had shifted earlier and he subconsciously looked behind him, a person suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision. As a veteran assassin, he naturally sensed something was wrong.

Night Wolf reacted very quickly. Thanks to Physical Outburst, he had extraordinary strength and reflexes, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

At that moment, he felt a pain in his finger and his vision turned blurry.

He couldn't pull the trigger as his finger was instantly bent in the opposite direction.

Before he could cry out in pain, a hand stretched out like a snake and a knife stabbed into his throat.

With a crack, Night Wolf's throat broke. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man in black pass under his right armpit.

White Dove was in danger!

Night Wolf wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound at all. He could only do his best to turn around and punch him in the back with his right fist.

As soon as his right arm started to move, Luke's right hand, which had pulled away, punched the back of Night Wolf's head.

Night Wolf was instantly stunned. A moment later, blood slowly flowed out of his eyes, nose, mouth and ears.

Sensing the danger, White Dove's heart sped up as she activated Physical Outburst.

Crack! Crack!

She felt excruciating pain in her shoulders as her arms dangled lifelessly; they had been dislocated after two punches.