the end of the heavens

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Russell: OK, so fast!

Not to mention the extremely speechless Russell, the other people in the square all withdrew their horrified gazes from a high altitude, focused on Russell, and collectively fell into doubts about their lives.

Jaina: It's over, the family is over, and the High Table is over!

McDermott: If a murderer can be an angel, doesn't that mean I can go to heaven too?

St. Louis Bishop: God, did an angel get sap just now?

Walk-in: I'm going to die!

"What are you doing running so fast, I have no idea..."

Russell put away the wings of the Holy Light, and stuffed the cross back behind his buttocks. He felt extremely regretful. He knew that he would not climb up with his relatives, so he rushed in directly.

Also, whoever hit the sap, looks so skillful.

"God, angel..."

The Bishop of St. Louis tremblingly held the cross in his hand, looked at Russell with shocking eyes, and was so excited that his beard trembled.

"It's not an angel, it's a devil." Russell replied angrily.

"No, you are an angel. I was the one who offended you and mistakenly regarded you as a noble..."

"No, you are right, I am indeed a devil."

Russell spread three pairs of black wings behind him, and waved countless twisted black arms from the ground, one of which grabbed the white beard of the Bishop of St. Louis: "Open the gate of heaven again, if God still refuses to see me, I will Destroy the world."

"..."

The bishop of St. Louis didn't speak. He was too old to bear the impact of his faith, so he closed his eyes and passed out.

"What, just this psychological quality, and said that he is a priest who serves the Lord."

Russell spit on the ground, and the thick darkness and thunder mixed together, causing a corner of the castle to corrode and then collapse.

He put away the black six-wing on his back, pulled the bolt of 4a1, and walked in front of Jaina: "Gianna Dantonio, a high-level member of the Goblet organization, did I find the wrong person?"

"Sorry, we don't know your identity."

Jaina's face was as white as paper, showing a smile that was uglier than crying: "Please give me a chance, I swear, there will never be another..."

Bang!

"Apologizing is useful, why do you need the police!"

Russell raised the gun for a while, and after changing the magazine several times, there was no more criminal family alive in the open square.

He thought about it, mentioned the unconscious Bishop of St. Louis, took out the sapphire cross and put it around his neck, and decided to go to the cathedral to try his luck.

There must be someone who can summon angels to descend and open the gates of heaven.

the end of the heavens

The first thousand and nine chapters are miserable

New York Continental Hotel.

A special guest came to the general manager's office, the retired killer John Wick, and Winston was warmly receiving him.

"John, my old friend, I'm surprised, I didn't expect you to come out again."

"No, I don't intend to do my old job, I just help you once, that's all."

John Wick responded with a wry smile. He didn't want to come, but after receiving a call from Winston, the choice was no longer in his hands.

He knew very well that refusal would have no effect. Instead of waiting for Winston to do something bad, he might as well take the initiative to stand up, at least to keep his home from being bombed.

"John, don't put on a sour face. The current situation is different from before. I don't need you to do anything, just show your face by my side." Winston said with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

"John, the underground world is changing. A new era is about to begin. No one dares to continue to dictate in New York."

Winston smiled slightly. Seeing John Wick's puzzled expression, he explained: "I almost forgot that you don't know anything, and I can't blame you for it. After all, you have been away for too long and have lost access to a lot of information."

While speaking, he took out several documents and placed them on the desk one by one. John Wick took them and read them.

New York, Los Angeles, Mexico City, Brasilia, Dal Beda

Seeing the bloody numbers made John Wick's tongue dry, he picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip, still feeling lingering fear.

His scalp was numb and he said, "Winston, what happened? The governments of these countries launched a joint operation against the high table?"

"No, the cause of the incident was an accident, a wrong order from New York"

Winston's smile remained unchanged, and he told what happened.

He is happy for a reason.

The New York Continental Hotel was the first to be cleaned by Russell, but compared to other Continental hotels, it was the one with the least loss, none of them.

Compared with other appalling continental hotels, this loss in New York is not a loss, it can even be said to be a blessing in disguise.

Everyone was unlucky, and Winston, as the least serious one, did not lose money, but made money.

Winston is old and cunning, and clearly realizes that as long as Russell is still in New York, the High Table Conference will not dare to do anything to him. He will always be the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York and become the real king here.

Saying this is a bit of a sham, but Winston is not ashamed but proud, because many managers of Continental hotels want to be dogs, but they can't find where their homes are.

Although, his dog hasn't entered the house yet, but that doesn't matter, anyway, in the eyes of the high table meeting, he has already hugged his long legs.

After listening to Winston's general story, John Wick's eyelids twitched, and he felt that the piece in his hand was extremely hot: "It's incredible that one person overturned the structure of the underground world and forced the high table to surrender unconditionally. Is it really human?"

"Who knows?"

Winston lit up the bible in his hand, and said with a smile: "The High Table's global power has suffered heavy losses, and its deterrence has fallen to an unprecedented low. If they want to stabilize the situation and continue to be king, they must delegate power." to more people."

"John, a new round of reshuffle is about to begin, and now it's time to divide the cake. Do you want to build a dynasty with me?"

"you sure?"

John Wick looked at Winston in surprise, before he said in a daze, "With all due respect, I didn't even know you had such ambitions."

"Just kidding, I'm not interested in building a dynasty. I'm just eager to see the old dynasty collapse." Winston smiled and waved his hands. He's not greedy, and New York is enough.