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Chapter 182 John: Anyone who asks about this dies! (Bonus chapter for monthly votes)
five minutes ago.

After quickly dealing with the gunmen guarding the outer perimeter of the courtyard, John was about to go inside to fight alongside Rorschach and Anna when he encountered an old friend.

The black gunman—Cassian.

He is also the legendary assassin of the Milan Continental Hotel.

"John, it's not too late to turn back now."

When Cassian met John, he didn't rush to make a move. Instead, he earnestly advised him, "You know very well that you alone cannot shake the Antonio family!"

John's finger remained firmly on the trigger, and he remained silent.

Cassian remained in the same posture, his sharp, hawk-like eyes fixed on John.

"Even if you kill Jaina, what then? Can you escape the High Table's pursuit?"

"I didn't think that much about it. I only know one thing: if there's a grudge, then I have to take revenge!"

"With me here, you can't kill her!"

John gave a cold laugh: "We'll see."

Almost simultaneously, both men's guns spat fire.

They were all wearing top-of-the-line bulletproof suits, and with their extraordinary reaction speed, the bullets only grazed their vital organs.

But John didn't have time to argue with Cassian any longer; he had already caught a glimpse of another group of gunmen rushing towards them from the corner of his eye.

He immediately changed tactics, fighting and retreating simultaneously.

When he retreated to the side of the road and onto the motorcycle, he leaped onto it and twisted the throttle to escape.

John knew very well that he would be no match for Cassian and the reinforcements on his own.

So he made a decisive decision: he had to lure away the strongest enemy in the villa to create an opportunity for Rorschach to kill Jaina.

Yes, our Mr. Night Demon still doesn't know that the bunker houses a whole team of elite bodyguards selected from various special forces units in Italy.

However, his idea was not wrong. At least in his view, only Cassian could pose a threat to Rorschach at the moment.

Seeing that John was about to escape on his motorcycle, Cassian did not hesitate to open the door of a Ferrari parked on the side of the road, start the engine and chase after him, regardless of who the owner was!

Soon, a thrilling chase unfolded on the streets of Milan.

John twisted the accelerator wildly while turning around and firing; Cassian also stuck his pistol out of the car window and fired repeatedly at John.

The two were evenly matched, and after several minutes of racing through the streets, it was still difficult to determine who was better.

But not long after, an accident occurred.

While crossing an intersection, the two people who ran a red light tried their best to avoid being hit by a vehicle coming from the side.

The motorcycle rolled over a dozen times on the ground, and John fell heavily to the ground, struggling for more than ten seconds with a bloody head before he could barely stand up.

Cassian wasn't faring much better. His out-of-control Ferrari crashed violently into a roadside shop, and when he crawled out of the mangled car, he was not only dizzy but also had several wounds on his body.

The two continued their stumbling chase and shooting at each other in the street until they ran out of bullets, and finally, without prior arrangement, they both rushed into a gun shop.
At that moment, both John and Cassian were focused on each other and completely ignored the owner behind the counter.

They grappled fiercely, exchanging punches, headbutts, and elbow strikes, each one potentially fatal.

No one noticed that the round-faced, bearded shopkeeper was eyeing the handsome John and the strong Cassian with greedy eyes, and couldn't help but lick his lips.

Just as the two were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle—

"Zizzizi!"

Two Taser stun guns with increased power suddenly attacked, hitting them precisely in the back.

The powerful electric current instantly rendered the two top assassins unconscious.

When John woke up again, he found himself tied tightly to a wire bed in a spread-eagle position.

With a red ball stuffed in his mouth, he could only make muffled "uh-huh" sounds.

Turning to look to the side, Cassian was also bound hand and foot, except that his mouth was stuffed with a black ball.

The two exchanged a puzzled look, both seeing shock and panic in each other's eyes.

My last memory was of the fierce struggle, followed by the sudden electric shock.
John, fighting off the dizziness, looked around. Upon seeing the environment of the basement, this fearless killer's face showed a rare expression of fear:

The walls were covered with obscene photos, and the floor was littered with all sorts of disgusting magazines. Most horrifying of all were those rubber toys, each as long as an arm, that were blatantly displayed to the side.
Cassian clearly noticed this as well. The tough black man swallowed hard, but because his mouth was constricted, saliva could only helplessly drool from the corner of his mouth.

The two looked at each other again, remained silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly began to struggle wildly at the same time, shaking the wire bed so hard it creaked.

At this moment, all grudges and affections were thrown to the back of their minds, leaving only one thought: they had to escape this hellish place immediately!

Good evening, sweethearts~

A nauseating sound suddenly rang out, giving John goosebumps all over.

The round-faced, bearded owner who used to work at the gun shop counter was now swaying as he pushed open the door and entered.

The obese man, wearing almost transparent suspender briefs, strode between John and Cassian with exaggerated dance steps.

He first ran his greasy fingers over John's arm, then lecherously stroked Cassian's firm thighs, a look of ecstasy on his face.

"Mmm! Uh-huh!!!"

John struggled desperately, but the ropes binding him remained unmoved.

The shop owner carefully examined John's handsome face beneath his long hair and nodded repeatedly in satisfaction.

This was the first time he had ever encountered such a high-quality "toy," and tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

But he soon found himself in a happy dilemma: the long-haired man on his left was handsome and dashing, while the burly black man on his right was strong and sexy.

He hesitated, pointing back and forth between the two men, muttering to himself, "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch a tiger by the toe (whoever the little rooster points to is the one)."

Finally, his finger stopped in front of Cassian, whose face was ashen. John had just breathed a sigh of relief when his heart leaped into his throat again.

"Fine! Let's just do both!"

The shop owner impatiently went behind the two men and roughly pulled down their pants.

Feeling the chill creeping up behind him, John's eyes filled with deep despair.

Having worked in this field for so many years, he had imagined countless ways to die, but he never expected such a humiliating end!

"If I had known I would encounter something like this in Italy..."

John closed his eyes in anguish, "I wish I had just died at the Continental Hotel!"

Meanwhile, Cassian was in an even worse situation on the next bed; the perverted boss was already on top of him.

Feeling the strange touch behind him, the tough guy's eyes gradually reddened.

He turned to look at John, the murderous intent gone from his eyes, replaced by helpless pleading.

But John was in dire straits himself, so how could he possibly help him?
Watching his boss's actions on Cassian, John struggled frantically, not caring that his wrists were bleeding profusely from being strangled.

Just as John was sinking into despair, a familiar voice rang out like heavenly music:
"A generous gift—shit?!?"

John turned his head with difficulty and saw Rorschach, Anna, and Harold standing neatly in the doorway, staring wide-eyed at the scene before him in shock.

Even Brian and Stuart, who were being led by Harold, froze in place, forgetting to wag their tails.

Rorschach looked at the shop owner who was pressing down on the burly black man, his face instantly contorting into a mask of pain.

Ten minutes earlier, after he had dealt with Jaina and impaled her head on the iron bar at the manor gate, he contacted Harold, only to find that John had vanished without a trace.

Ultimately, Harold hacked into nearby surveillance footage and tracked down John and a black man who had entered the gun shop.

The three rushed over, only to find this scene.
"Fuck! This is absolutely disgusting!!!"

Rorschach couldn't stand it any longer, so he raised his hand and fired several shots at the shop owner's crotch before he could react—some of the bullets seemed to hit the black man's buttocks as well, causing him to groan in pain.

Harold frowned and stepped forward, first untying John's hands and feet, and then kindly untying Cassian's ropes and gag.

"Fuck!!! That damn bastard!!!"

As soon as Cassian was freed, he roared in fury, completely disregarding his injured hip, and turned over to start a brutal beating on the shop owner.

His fists rained down on the other man's head, and he went into a berserk state, completely ignoring Luo Xia and the others around him.

Upon seeing this, Anna immediately raised her gun and aimed, but Rorschach stopped her: "Do you have no humanity left?"

Rorschach pointed at Cassian, who was still throwing punches despite his tears, and shouted, "He's been insulted like this, and you still want to kill him?"

Anna shrugged and silently put her gun away.

Rorschach looked at the silent John and wanted to go over and offer some words of comfort.

But when he thought about how the other person's pants had been pulled down to their knees when they came in, he coughed lightly and ultimately chose to remain silent.

The four silently left the basement, leaving behind only the enraged Cassian, who was still tearfully beating the perverted shop owner.

A few minutes later.

Inside a Bentley driving on the streets of Milan.

The four people and two dogs sat in silence, the atmosphere extremely eerie.

Rorschach's neck wound was still bleeding, and the bullet had not yet been removed from Anna's body.

But everyone in John's car, who appeared unharmed, knew full well that he was suffering from a wound deeper than his physical body.

The only sounds in the cramped carriage were the intermittent breathing.

until--

"puff"

Harold suddenly trembled all over, biting his lip tightly but still letting out a muffled laugh.

He wanted to apologize to John, but the scene in the basement flashed through his mind, and the old man could no longer hold back his laughter, which grew louder and louder.

"Ha ha ha ha."

As if infected, Rorschach also burst into laughter.

If it weren't for saving John's face, he would have been laughing so hard he was doubled over.

Anna laughed heartily, pressing her hand to her chest wound between laughs: "Damn it...it hurts so much, but hahaha...I just can't help it!"

Brian and Stuart, who were initially bewildered, wagged their tails happily and grinned foolishly when they saw their owners laughing.

Amidst the cheerful laughter, John took a deep breath and stared blankly out the window.

He knew that from this day forward, his dignified image as the legendary assassin of the Continental Hotel in New York had completely collapsed.

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late at night.

Countless police cars surrounded Antonio's estate.

The police and officials all frowned as they stared at the head of Jaina stuck in the iron gate.

Especially when he saw the words "Rorschach Butcher" written in blood on the black iron gate.

Everyone understood that this Mafia family, which had dominated Italy for over a century, was now completely wiped out.

And the one who accomplished all of this was a wanted criminal on a global scale!
In the distance, Luni, who had changed into casual clothes, pulled her hoodie down further.

She stroked the pistol Rorschach had left her in her pocket, and after pondering for a long time, decided that her next destination would be North America.
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