Jonathan looked at the scene behind Officer Morelli with a certain disbelief and asked, "Is it really that dangerous…? What exactly happened here?"
Upon hearing Jonathan's curious question, Officer Morelli raised his head and looked at the entire crowd gathered around. There was a group of young people taking photos, and he shook his head when he saw those guys. "What we know is that two gang members from a troublesome group died in the house of an elderly man who recently passed away… One was shot in the head, and the other died from gunshots to the chest. A complete massacre."
"That sounds bad…" Jonathan frowned slightly, because this was more than he had expected.
Morelli sighed and said with complete honesty, "It's not that big of a deal either. Surely one of these idiots owed money to someone, and that guy collected with their lives. Something common in the city, but it's true that it's rarer here because deaths like these draw more attention."
Upon hearing this, Jonathan let out a sigh of relief. Even though he did not know who had been murdered, it was obvious that they were deeply involved in the criminal world, so their deaths could cause many future problems that would stir up the movements of these streets, so he had to stop whatever Harry was doing before it became bigger.
The shots must have been very precise to kill two people in the same place, but it was obvious that right now those who cared about the lives of those gang members were already aware of the deaths of their men.
When a hornet's nest is shaken, what happens is that everyone panics, becoming more aggressive and cruel than ever, which would make things more complicated for whoever did this. But for some reason, Jonathan believed that Harry had done it, so in some way he tried to imagine where he might be now.
"It seems the old man Brown has begun his hunt, I must stop him before things become even more dangerous…"
When Jonathan thought about this, he heard the following words from Officer Morelli. "Even though that gang is insignificant, the boss behind that group of criminals belongs to the Tarasov mafia, which has a lot of influence in the city… Being the dogs of that mafia, things will become very complicated even for us police officers, who are just pawns…"
Now that the gangs that are practically distributors for the Tarasov family have been attacked, they will do everything possible to locate whoever killed them. "The streets will become even more dangerous, everyone understands this, so it would be best if you also take care of yourself, Priest Jonathan…"
Because two members of a distributor gang died today, the Tarasov mafia will do everything possible to find those who attacked them.
"The Tarasov mafia…" Upon hearing the name of this mafia, Jonathan's eyes darkened because he knew exactly who would get involved in this problem.
Officer Morelli did not notice the changes in Jonathan's expression and continued explaining, "You know about the codes that exist to maintain order in the world, so you should be aware that things are going to get very ugly around here. Those bastards won't care that you're a priest…"
Jonathan smiled slightly and nodded as if he had understood the true message behind those words. "Then that's what I'll do, Officer Morelli. Thank you for your good advice."
Officer Morelli nodded and said seriously, "You're welcome, Priest Jonathan. I don't want to see my wife sad knowing that a good priest has left this world full of evil. Weekends are the only days when I can relax, so stay safe."
Jonathan smiled when he heard these words. Over time, the people of this place had grown somewhat fond of him, so personally he liked it very much.
"Officer Morelli! Officer Morelli!"
Jonathan fell silent about what he wanted to say next when he realized they were calling the police officer he was speaking with.
"My superior is calling me, he must be very nervous too. See you later, Priest Jonathan!" Officer Morelli looked back and after shouting that he was on his way, he left, but even as he was leaving, he did not forget to give the same advice again. "Priest Jonathan, remember that it would be better not to pass through these places in the future…"
"That's what I'll do…"
As he watched Officer Morelli enter the house where the crime had been committed, Jonathan's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at the crowd on the right side of the car. Like Officer Morelli, he also saw the group of young people.
The only difference was that he saw some people whom Harry might also know.
"And I wanted to stay away from everything involving John Wick, who would have thought that the Tarasov mafia would be involved in all these problems?" Jonathan sighed, got into the car, and stepped on the accelerator, driving toward where Harry actually lived, feeling a little calmer knowing that things could be much more complicated.
After all, from what he had seen, and if he was correct, Harry was not a simple elderly man with trouble moving. He still had the strength to kill several people, so he assumed that his hunt would continue or that he would return home. With this idea in mind, Jonathan drove quickly to the ground floor of Harry's house.
In general terms, the security here was much better than in the place where the crimes were committed. But surprisingly, there were no lights on in the house.
Despite this, Jonathan decided to get out of the car, walk to the door, and ring the bell next to it. The chime of bells rang out, but there was no response from inside. "Where has Harry gone? Is he not going to come back home all night?"
After pressing it again, there was still no response. Jonathan had no choice but to return to the car. He took out a pencil and paper, left a message, put it in an envelope, and then slid it into the crack of the door.
He could only go so far. He had no information at that moment. If he wanted to find Harry, he would need to at least use magic.
Jonathan looked at the house, got back into the car, and slowly drove away from the place.
The problems were related to the Tarasov mafia. Harry wanted to take justice against a gang connected to a very powerful mafia family, so he needed to be prepared.
Knowing that things were more complicated, he had to take matters more seriously.
However, what Jonathan did not know was that the Harry he was looking for had silently arrived at the alley in front of a bar, slipped his hands into his pockets, and kept his gaze fixed on the bar's door.
To the eyes of the old man, there were not many people outside the bar at that moment.
Harry moved his body slightly, then stopped when his breathing began to accelerate.
At that moment, a young man, even thinner than those he had killed before, came out through the bar door, staggering from side to side.
"That's the leader of the gang that torments the surrounding community… Santiago, that should be his name…" Harry thought as he observed his target.
About ten meters away, in front of him, the man named Santiago had the highest status, because the attitude of the bastards around him toward him was obviously somewhat submissive.
The important thing was that this guy was responsible for drug distribution.
With his discreet identity as an old man, he had been following this guy for a long time without being noticed, until he finally caught him.
According to common sense, Santiago must have a safe house where he stores both the drugs and the money.
Thinking about this, Harry looked at Santiago, who was walking toward him, and at that moment his expression became serious because he was prepared to die today to take this criminal with him.
The two passed through the busiest streets and finally arrived at a relatively remote area with no one around and trash everywhere.
Harry kept his target at a distance and looked at the surrounding environment. Based on his past experience, he knew that he would reach his destination. Indeed, just as he thought, the target in front of him suddenly entered an alley.
Harry grabbed the grip of the pistol hidden in his pocket and quickly followed him.
As soon as he reached the wall of the alley, he saw his target walking toward a small building on the right. The door closed before he could catch up to him.
"Then this should be the place…" Looking at the small single-story building, Harry took a few breaths to suppress the pressure in his chest and slowly walked into the alley.
When the distance grew closer and closer, Harry pressed his lips together and thought of something. He took the pistol out of his pocket and gently threw it under the wall on the right side of the alley, then walked toward the closed iron door of the building.
When he reached the door, Harry unconsciously took a deep breath, then extended his hand and knocked on the iron door, remaining silent in place.
After a few seconds, there was a sudden movement inside. Old Smith could hear some clicks inside the iron door, and then a small window appeared in the iron door, revealing the face of a person.
It was Santiago, who had just entered. He seemed very cautious, so when he saw Harry's face, he frowned. "Old man, what are you looking for in this place?"