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Chapter 57 The agency is too clever

"Who is it, who is speaking in the dark?"

Santino asked, but he already had a bad feeling in his heart.

The voice was so familiar that he was sure he had not heard it wrong.

But how is this possible?
How can a dead person speak?
He persuaded himself in his heart that it was just hallucination.

But when the person who spoke really came out, his fantasy was instantly shattered and his heart sank to the bottom.

"Jaina, I never expected..."

That's right.

The person who appeared before him at this moment was his sister who was supposed to be dead.

He was sure that he had not mistaken her, because no one else could make him feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart at just one glance like Jaina.

"How is this possible? Didn't John kill you?"

"That's a lie, my brother. I don't think you're unfamiliar with it."

After hearing what his sister said, Santino nodded in understanding and said with sudden realization.

“I understand now, I understand it all.

You knew what I wanted to do a long time ago, but in order to have a legitimate reason to kill me, you deliberately put on a show for me.

Moreover, in order to make the scene more realistic and fool me, you even sacrificed your own men, even your ace bodyguard Cassian.

Humph, what a delicious cold-blooded person. "

“They died a worthy death.”

Sitting down in a random chair, Jaina looked at her newly painted nails, her tone full of nonchalance.

She didn't take her brother's sarcasm seriously.

She is a mafia, not a charity. What does the death of a few of her subordinates mean?
What's more, she has already given a high pension, which is enough for the living of her subordinates' families.

It can be said that we have done our utmost.

"I have to admit, sister, you win this time."

Seeing that the situation was settled, Santino did not panic but remained calm.

"So, what are you going to do with me? Are you going to deal with it here, or take me back to the family for punishment?"

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.

At this point, he no longer has any chance of winning.

Let’s not talk about freedom for now. Being able to keep your life is already the best outcome.

Unfortunately, judging by Jaina's expression, it seemed that his insignificant wish could not be fulfilled.

"No matter what, you are my brother after all, and you share the same blood with me. I will treat you with dignity."

Santino understood what his sister meant.

To say it is decent does not mean that he should die, at most he can die in a more beautiful way.

However, although he knew that he could no longer make any waves, he was still unwilling to die. He held on to the last glimmer of hope and made his final struggle.

"I don't believe you will do anything, Jaina. Don't forget, this is the Continental Hotel, no one can do anything.

Even if you are a member of the high table, you cannot break the hotel rules. "

"Yes, you are right, I really can't break the rules."

Jaina didn't deny it.

No rules, no standards.

The killer world can continue to this day only because everyone abides by the rules of the game.

No matter who it is, if they break the rules, they will be punished, no matter how high their status is. There will be no exceptions for members of the High Table like her.

This sounds magical, but it actually makes sense.

With rules, everyone can maintain a fragile balance, continue to expand the business, and everyone can benefit.

But if there are no rules, then there will be chaos and lawlessness, and no one will be able to get anything out of it, and no one will have food to eat. However, rules are made by people.

As the leader of the killer world, the High Table has established many favorable rules for themselves, allowing them to enjoy the greatest convenience.

For example, right now, Jaina took out her cell phone, called the administration department at headquarters, verified her identity, and issued an order.

"Starting today, the New York Continental Hotel will cease operations."

Hearing this, Winston showed a wry smile on his face.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

The Mainland Hotel he had run for many years was shut down without any hesitation, which was really disrespectful to him.

However, he also understood that the so-called suspension of operations was only temporary and was only to facilitate the next step.

Once things here are settled, the Mainland Hotel will immediately return to normal.

After thinking this through, Winston raised the newspaper in his hand to cover his face, showing his attitude of being a bystander and refusing to get involved no matter what.

"Okay, you're going to be cruel!"

Santino gritted his teeth and gave Gianna a vicious look.

In order to kill him, his sister actually went to such lengths.

However, he was not prepared to sit idly by.

Now he still has a few of his men by his side. Although the chances are slim, he still has to give it one last try.

“Since you insist on pushing me to this extent, don’t blame me for being a cruel brother.

Everyone, act now, kill Jaina, and you will be rewarded handsomely! "

At this moment, he no longer had any thoughts of living. All he could think about now was killing that damn woman Jaina and pulling his sister to accompany him on the road!
As the boss, Santino was the first to draw his pistol, but before he could aim, someone in the room fired a shot.

Bang bang bang!
After a short burst of rapid gunfire, several bodyguards were shot dead instantly.

Santino was fine, but his pistol was shot away by a bullet. The sudden and huge force made his whole hand numb.

The person who fired the shot was not John who was standing in front.

Although his marksmanship is very good, it is still difficult for him to instantly eliminate several skilled gunmen in less than a second.

As for the magical operation of knocking weapons away without hurting people, it is even more difficult for him.

At least, even if he could do it, he would never do it as easily as the man who fired the gun.

"It's you!"

When Santini saw Tommy walking out of the darkness, his pupils dilated instantly.

"It was you who did this, right? It was you who discovered my plan and made me fail, right?"

"You guessed it."

Tommy didn't deny it and blew on his revolver casually.

"So, Santino, are you ready to go to hell?"

This guy targeted him again and again. If it weren't for Gianna, Tommy would have killed Santino long ago.

But now, it’s not too late.

Christmas is coming in a few days, so I'll just treat this as his Christmas gift to myself and celebrate it in advance.

Santino had no idea what Tommy was thinking. He just deeply regretted that he was too arrogant and neglected Tommy's existence.

If he had known that things would turn out like this, he would have been more ruthless.

However, it's too late to say anything now.

Because a black gun muzzle was aimed at him, and the next second, a high-speed spinning bullet flew towards him.

boom!
A gunshot rang out, and Santino's mind exploded.

In December 2005, the last few days of the year, his sinful life ended.

(End of this chapter)