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The Adjudicator sat motionless in the back seat.
After a few more gunshots, all of her men lay on the ground, each shot directly in the forehead.
A moment later.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The Adjudicator looked sideways, her cold gaze falling on the person knocking on the window. She realized it was the same man from the file she had seen on the way here: Morin.
Morin gestured for her to get out of the car, then stepped back.
"Do you know what you've done?" the Adjudicator asked as she got out.
"I do."
"Do you know what you"re up against?"
"I do."
"Then why?" The Adjudicator's tone was filled with surprise. "There's no record of you taking a protection job for Eric at the Continental Hotel. You accepted a private contract and are willing to oppose the High Table?"
"It seems you haven't considered why I would do this," Morin said with a nod.
"Of course not," the Adjudicator replied, shaking her head. "According to your file, you had no connection to the High Table before this. You simply applied to become an assassin, completed the test, and everything was normal. I can't find your motive."
"That only means your files are incomplete," Morin said with a smile. "You know my name, so I'll be direct."
"I'll spare your life and let you go back to tell the High Table's Elder one thing."
"The Templar Knights have returned."
"And, wherever the rules are broken""
Morin snapped his fingers, and several gunshots rang out within the corporate building.
"'that is where the Templar Knights will appear."
The Knights arrive wherever the rules are broken!
"You"re just letting her go?" Wick asked, watching the Adjudicator walk away.
"When two armies clash, you don't kill the messenger," Morin said.
"Besides, this is a remote area. Look at her'she definitely has no money, no gun, and she's wearing high heels" With all due respect, the walk back will be torture for her."
"We"re in a situation like this, and you"re thinking about something so petty?" Wick was shocked.
"Can't abandon the devious character I've built," Morin chuckled.
"I can't kill her directly, but a little torment to knock her down a peg is fine, right? She tried to act tough in front of me; what did she expect?"
"Now that you've gone this far"" Wick sighed.
"Are we ready?"
"Don't worry, it'll take time for them to mobilize. By then, we'll have the capital to fight back," Morin said. "It's not a big problem."
"Even with the New York Continental Hotel and a group of assassins-turned-Templars, I feel that it's far from enough," Wick said, his expression serious.
"Morin, I trust that you aren't just relying on this. Can you tell me what your real trump card is?"
"Of course, it comes from""
Just then, his phone rang. Seeing the name on the screen, Morin smiled faintly.
"Speak of the devil""
Gilbreth was an ordinary police officer.
No one knew why he became a cop, or rather, those who knew pretended not to.
Back then, Gilbreth's family was considered middle-class, and his father owned several factories.
Later, in a business rivalry, his father's competitor couldn't beat him through legitimate means, so they chose another path: they put a bounty on his father at the Continental Hotel.
What happened after that" well, it goes without saying.
Although those competitors also became High Table affiliates and lost their autonomy, for Gilbreth, this outcome was far from enough.
His father died, his happy family was shattered, yet his enemies were living comfortably. All they had to pay was a bounty, and then they became the High Table's lackeys.
This was one of the reasons the High Table was so feared by many countries"bounties weren't without cost. To place a bounty, you had to first acknowledge the High Table's authority and then become one of its subordinates.
The High Table couldn't have achieved its current status by relying solely on assassins.
Because of this, the High Table successfully connected nearly all the major forces of the underworld, forming a vast network that radiated outward. Now, even within official governments, many people were their puppets.
This is why no government force had dared to touch the High Table for so many years. It wasn't just the threat of death, but the absolute and unbearable price that came with it.
Gilbreth only learned all this after becoming a police officer and wanting revenge, but his superior discouraged him.
That's when he realized how naive his idea of getting revenge by becoming a cop had been.
But should he just stand by and watch?
So he watched.
His hatred, with nowhere to go, slowly built up, especially as Gilbreth, now a police officer, encountered more situations like his own.
He was smart, so he didn't burn himself out like a moth to a flame, knowing it would be useless"just a brief flicker of light in a blizzard.
He waited, believing that his opportunity would eventually come.
And now"
"What" what's going on here?" Gilbreth asked his partner.
"This is"" His partner's voice was also hesitant.
Situations caused by assassins were usually cleaned up by the Vulture organization.
But this time"
No one came to collect the bodies. They couldn't just leave them there, so under pressure, the police department sent a team of officers to deal with it. When Gilbreth saw the scene, he was completely stunned.
The phrase "bodies everywhere" was not an exaggeration in the city that day.
And the most important thing was that all the assassins' fatal wounds were in their foreheads, and each had a cross on them.
"Is this a new stunt by the Continental Hotel assassins?" his partner said. "Ha, maybe they"re feeling guilty and want to use crosses to wash away their sins?"
"No, those guys don't need to do that," Gilbreth shook his head. "And the Vultures didn't come to clean up. Don't you think that's strange?"
"Eh, what does it matter to me? I just care that they"re dead," his partner scoffed. "Come on, give me a hand. Let's get to work. Since the Vultures aren't doing their job, we've got to play the part."
"I guess so," Gilbreth said, and he and his partner worked together to lift a body into the large truck the police department had rented.
"Hurry up, there are a lot more!" his partner called out.
"Oh, okay!" Gilbreth replied, but he was still looking at the cross.
He felt something was wrong.
"Gilbreth!" his partner called again.
"I"m coming!" Gilbreth turned, took a few steps, then turned back. Ignoring the blood, he took the cross and put it in his pocket before walking toward his partner.
Just as his partner said, they still had a lot of work to do.
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