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Chapter 45: Poking Lou Zi

Franklin was stunned. He never thought that Tommy would hide such a powerful weapon in the trunk.

What appeared in front of him at this moment were two spears with beautiful shapes and resounding names.

One of them is the HK416, which has a caliber of 5.56 mm, a magazine capacity of 30 rounds, and can fire up to 900 rounds per minute.

Another one is the M4 Super 90 shotgun, which fires 12-gauge shotgun shells and has excellent performance and durability.

When Franklin saw the two spears, his eyes lit up.

Caliber is justice, range is truth.

No man can resist such temptation.

Seeing Tommy pick up the HK416, Franklin rubbed his hands excitedly, thinking that it was given to him.

But he was totally wrong.

Tommy rummaged in the box and found a small pistol from the gap and handed it to Franklin.

"Here, take it, this is for you."

"Oh man, no, don't do that..."

Holding the palm-sized Beretta 21A pocket pistol, Franklin's face was full of disgust.

Tommy himself was equipped with a cool-looking HK416, but he was given such a tiny thing.

This gap is too big!
Not to mention the shotguns left in the box, he could even give him the Glock pistol that was pointed at him just now.

"Well, you're the boss, you have the final say."

Thinking about his own status, Franklin stopped complaining.

It doesn't matter if it's a little smaller, but at least it's a pistol, all its parts are fully functional, and it can still fire bullets, and that's enough.

Seeing that Tommy had walked far away, Franklin quickly quickened his pace and followed him into the church in front.

The church's layout is simple, no different from churches elsewhere in New York.

Those people inside are currently praying devoutly, praying to God to forgive the crimes they have committed.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary church.

But if you look closely, you can see that there is something wrong with the temperament of these believers, and they are out of tune with the entire church.

The unique tattoos on their hands also clearly hint at something.

When the priest saw the newlyweds coming, he immediately stepped forward to greet them.

But Tommy didn't waste any time. He immediately took out the assault rifle hidden under his suit and fired wildly at everyone in the church.

Tommy didn't even use up his entire magazine of bullets. He just pulled the trigger a few times and instantly took care of those Russian gang members disguised as believers.

"I'm in a big trough!"

Shocked by the scene before him, Franklin couldn't help but swear.

No, didn’t we agree to come here to collect debts? Why are we shooting now?

He thought that Tommy was holding a gun in front of him just to scare the bastard who owed his debts, but he didn't expect that Tommy would actually do it.

Without even saying hello, they killed everyone in the church.

Only one priest was left who was lucky enough to survive. He was lying on the ground, hugging his injured thigh and howling.

"You killed them all?"

"You're wrong. It wasn't me who killed them. It was the bullets."

Unlike Franklin's shock, Tommy's face remained calm, without any change, as if he had just done a simple thing, no different from eating and drinking.

Ignoring Franklin who was still in shock, Tommy kicked the priest who was rolling on the ground, pointed the gun at his head, and said something in a low voice.

"Call someone." "What?"

It wasn't that the priest didn't hear clearly, it was that he didn't understand.

Not only did he not run away after smashing the place, but he was also asked to continue calling for help.

Logically speaking, he is in his 60s and has seen a lot of things.

But he had been in the underworld for so many years, and this was the first time he had seen someone so arrogant.

"I'll tell you one last time. Call your boss. If he doesn't arrive within 30 minutes, I don't need to say anything more about what will happen to the things in the underground vault."

"Okay, okay, I'll call right away!"

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the priest decisively backed down. With a trembling hand, he took out his cell phone from his pocket, called his boss, and told him everything that had happened here.

The other end of the phone.

Upon receiving the news, the Russian gang boss, Vigo Tarasov, became furious and swore repeatedly.

He couldn't help but be angry.

If only a few of his men died, it wouldn't be a big deal.

But the underground vault hidden under the church contains a large amount of criminal information within the gang. If something goes wrong, it will be all over.

"What the hell, when did I provoke such a lunatic!"

Vigo cursed and his voice came through the microphone into the church on the other side.

Tommy snatched the phone from the priest, put it to his ear, and greeted the person on the other end of the phone.

"Vigotarasov, where is your wishful thinking?

Do you think I would take the dirty money and walk away quietly with my tail between my legs?!

No, you are wrong, absolutely wrong!
Now, I'm going to take back what's mine, what's mine, Tommy Vercetti's!"

"Tommy Vercetti, dirty money..."

At first, Vigo didn't quite understand.

But the memories that kept emerging in his mind made him think everything through immediately, and he finally figured out what was going on.

"Damn it! That damned little bastard is going to kill me sooner or later!"

Vigo remembered it, he remembered it all.

He had entrusted the task of hiring a killer to his son, and the reward had been prepared long ago, just to train his disappointing son so that he could take over his job in the future.

But now it seems that the little bastard has messed up the whole thing. He even dared to be so smart and secretly used a trick to replace the original with the fake one, using a bunch of uncleaned black money as the reward for the killer.

"That damned little bastard, is his brain full of shit? How dare he, how dare he do that?"

The killer fought hard, but you just gave him a pile of useless paper that can't be spent?
Aren’t you really afraid of being killed by the killer?
Anyone with a bit of common sense would never behave like this.

But his stupid son did just that.

There is more bad news.

Vigo had just hung up the phone and was about to leave when the phone he had just placed on the table rang again.

The person who called this time was a car dealership owner with whom he was very close.

On the phone, the car dealership owner revealed some bad news to him, saying that his restless and stupid son had stolen a luxury car from someone else and came here to modify it.

The car dealership owner disagreed and slapped his son in the face.

It’s not because of anything else, it’s just because the owner of that luxury car is extraordinary. He is John Wick, who was once a big name in the killer world and was nicknamed "The God of Killing".

Hearing this, Vigo's hands loosened and the phone fell to the ground. He stared blankly ahead, his whole body completely numb.

(End of this chapter)