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Marcus was looking at John a few steps away in horror.

He has never seen such a quick skill, and he has never seen a person who kills and kills so neatly. It seemed to kill everyone in the house in a blink of an eye.

Seeing the blood-stained John staring at himself with a dagger, in Marcus' eyes, he seemed to have turned into a bloodthirsty monster. It was covered with warm blood, and its red eyes revealed bloodthirsty desire. It stared at itself. Marcus's head was blank, and he couldn't say a word.

He tried his best to control his hands, tremblingly trying to reach for the gun, but in a blink of an eye, this blood-covered demon with a sharp blade appeared in front of him, and then it covered his mouth and nose, and then Like the two bodyguards, his neck slipped through a cool breeze, and then he gradually lost consciousness.

From the beginning to the end of John's action he was in a state of panic.

After securing the last person in the room, John walked over to Cocain and looked at the guy who was still breathing.

John said softly, "Actually, before your people found me, I didn't even think about killing you. But unfortunately, I won't stay here for long, and I know people like you. You can't take this breath, for the sake of the future. Unnecessary trouble, you must die tonight. Can't say you're unlucky, but you're unlucky enough."

After speaking, John pulled out the dagger around his neck, and more blood poured out.

Kahn's last vital signs disappeared with John's movements.

The two at the door heard some noises, and also vaguely heard Ke Kahn's scolding, but it was normal for Ke Kahn to scold others all day long.

There was no sound after that, and the two of them didn't even think about going in and checking anything.

After a while, the door opened, and neither of them saw anyone, but a knife flashed in front of their eyes, followed by a sore throat. He wanted to say something.

But a mouth, full of blood gushing out.

He couldn't say a word himself.

Then his eyes began to blur, and before he closed his eyes permanently, he seemed to see the guy next to him, just like him, covering his neck and kneeling on the ground.

He also vaguely heard the man say "The sixth."

After putting these two people, John walked towards the guy downstairs who was smoking a cigarette not far from the door.

This guy seemed to smell a strong **** smell approaching behind him, so he threw the cigarette in his mouth under his feet and stomped it out, then turned around and looked behind him, wanting to see what it was, with such a heavy **** smell.

Then he saw a figure half-covered with blood rushing towards him.

Covering his mouth tightly with one hand, he felt like he was being held down by a gorilla with such strength, and then his chest hurt.

Then the whole body began to lose consciousness.

John tightly covered the man's mouth, and the dagger hit the man's chest several times, and he didn't let go until the man completely lost his vital features.

Then he pulled out the dagger and flicked the bloodstain from the knife. Then he put it away, then took out a cigarette, lit one, and took two puffs.

He took a look at the place, and then found the bathroom on this floor. He went in to wash off the blood on his face and hands, and took out a spare piece of clothing to put on.

Then he opened the door and walked out.

As soon as he came out, John caught the attention of the gang members downstairs who were playing cards and drinking.

But John quietly closed the door and walked down as if nothing had happened, walking towards the pub in front.

The six or seven people downstairs didn't say anything after seeing this, although it was a bit strange, it seemed that this guy was not wearing this dress just now. And why did he come out alone and not Marcus to bring him out.

But no one stupidly stepped forward to stop John to ask, but they didn't dare to ask more about Kahn.

John walked out of the pub unimpeded.

Afterwards, John looked towards the transfer place, where a certain gangster saw John looking at him, and immediately turned to hide.

John looked at the time, it was almost eight o'clock.

So he found a carriage and walked towards the Flaming Tavern.

After a while, John got out of the carriage and walked into the Flaming Tavern.

Where Jon was still smoking a cigar, John walked straight towards him.

It was no surprise to see John coming. He looked John up and down with some surprise in his eyes.

Because when John got close to him he smelled a strong smell of blood.

"You really killed him?!" Jon's eyes were filled with indescribable surprise.

"If you've already called in people, I advise you to eat some of his territory before they have a stable situation. If you wait for them to control the situation, you may not be able to get it so easily." John picked up the whisky on the bar. He poured himself a drink and started drinking.

Jon is almost fifty years old. He doesn't think he is a good person. He was a gangster in his teens, and he became a robber when he was older. Over the years, he has personally killed no one hundred or dozens of people, but his age The bigger it is, the harder it is to deal with this kind of thing.

He could smell the blood on John's body. It must be human blood, and the special blood of human beings can't be faked at all.

Looking at John's appearance, he thought again and again, and then came to a decision.

"Sheet!" Jon scolded, then turned around and shouted at several bosses in the hall, "Nico! Marcoon! Truss! Truss! Give everyone to within ten minutes. I assemble!"

After Jon finished shouting, more than ten people in the bar immediately put down the wine glasses in their hands, and then spread out in a swarm.

A third of the people in the tavern disappeared instantly.

Jon watched as the people under his hand began to gather, and he turned his head to look at John who had no expression on his face and said.

"John?"

"Yeah." John nodded at him.

"If you do kill that nasty guy, that restaurant is yours, and I'll give you what you want, but if it's all a trap, in an hour there will be more than Forty people are chasing you." Jon said half-threateningly, half-warning.

"Hehe~ I'll stay here until you come back. By the way, think about how much I can get from you." John smiled and took a sip from his glass.

"Paul, give him everything he wants before I come back, even your wife! But don't let him leave this pub for half a step." Jon said to a naive looking fat man in the bar.

"Jon, if he leaves, I'll give you my life." Paul waved his hand and told Jon to lead him out.

More than thirty people have gathered at the entrance of the tavern.

Jon said to John, "Wait when I get back."

"Haha~" John smiled and raised his glass to signal him to go back early.

Jon took more than 30 people and walked aggressively towards Kekarn's territory.

On the other side~www.NovelMTL.com~In single room 311 on the third floor of the hospital. Gina was eating dinner, and from time to time she applied ice cubes from the hospital to her left face, and the slap print on her face was still clearly visible.

She didn't know what to think of while eating, she put down the dinner in her hand and looked up at the night outside the window.

She thought of John and his instructions before he left, and she vaguely guessed why John asked her not to go back to the dilapidated hut.

She also seemed to have guessed what John might be doing, but she herself had no ability to help him.

So she could only pray in this hospital single room that nothing happened to John.

As if remembering something again, she smiled suddenly, but the wound on her face when she laughed made her gasp.

But she must have no idea that a new gang in Saint Denis just slapped her and disappeared forever in the night of Saint Denis.

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