Chapter 641: It's Here, There's a Dog

The next day, after Chen Jiajun had finished cleaning up all the exposed assassins, he boarded his private jet and flew directly to New York in the United States.

But what Chen Jiajun did not know was that as soon as he left, the people from the Ether Society began to emerge.

That's right, it was that Phoebe who was orchestrating all of this.

This guy was different from any opponent Chen Jiajun had encountered before; he was as cunning as a fox.

When Chen Jiajun was in Hong Kong, he would rather spend his days drinking, partying, and chasing women than show his face.

But as soon as Chen Jiajun left Hong Kong, he jumped out and contacted those remnants of England.

These people were not just English; there were also quite a few local Chinese among them.

And without exception, their status in Hong Kong was not low.

They had collaborated with the Ether Society more than once or twice, so everyone who had any say in the matter had come.

It was just that this time, Phoebe did not come alone; accompanying him was a Gweilo from the United States.

This Gweilo claimed to be an envoy of Valentine.

Speaking of this Valentine, he could be said to be known by everyone in the United States.

He was the boss of V Company, the largest technology company in the United States.

A tycoon with a net worth exceeding a trillion dollars, he even had unclear relationships with many national political figures.

He was even a frequent visitor to Downing Street in England and was a person of great influence.

Phoebe brought this guy over to discuss a heaven-shaking grand plan, and this plan required the help of people from all over the world.

……

By the time Chen Jiajun arrived in New York, it was already the next day.

He did not make any attempt to hide, swaggering directly into the Continental Hotel.

Seeing this plague god arrive in person, Winston felt terrible.

"Mr. Chen, I did not expect you to come here in person at this time." Winston's tone was somewhat strange: "Are you deliberately provoking the High Table?"

Who would have thought Chen Jiajun would say directly: "That's right! I figured it was a bit difficult for your High Table people to kill me in Hong Kong, so I delivered myself to your doorstep. How about it? Surprised? Unexpected?"

What could Winston say? What could he say? The Legislator behind him only survived because Chen Jiajun had spared him.

Now that such a great Bodhisattva as Chen Jiajun had appeared here, there was nothing he could do.

He could only respectfully invite Chen Jiajun inside, fearing that if Chen Jiajun were unhappy, he would blow up his hotel again.

One must know that although this Continental Hotel was a property of the High Table, Winston had been managing it for over a decade.

He had long since treated it as his own home.

His heart had bled when it was blown up by Chen Jiajun last time; how could he dare to be negligent this time?

After Chen Jiajun checked into the hotel, the news quickly reached the High Table.

Lagumonde convened a meeting again, and the atmosphere this time was even more oppressive.

But fortunately, there was still Viggo, a living target for people to vent their anger on. Everyone began to speak to Viggo with Yin Yang sarcasm: "Viggo, didn't you say you were going to kill Chen Jiajun? He is staying at the Continental Hotel in New York right now. Go quickly! Let us see your strength!"

These words made Viggo half-dead with anger, and he said to Bruce: "Don't forget, you are also a member of the High Table. You actually allowed Chen Jiajun to check into the Continental Hotel like this!"

Bruce did not care about Viggo's accusation at all and said helplessly: "What can I do? I can't kill Chen Jiajun, and the Continental Hotel opens its doors to do business. Am I supposed to not let guests in?"

"You are just sophistry!" Viggo was so angry his beard was blowing: "This is clearly a provocation to our High Table!"

"Don't make things so difficult for Viggo!" At this moment, another person said with Yin Yang sarcasm: "Don't you know that Viggo has gotten into big trouble recently?"

"One of his legendary assassins, John Wick! He had already retired, but his precious son stole his car and killed the dog John's wife left him! Now Viggo has been targeted by his own assassin, hahahaha!"

Hearing the other party's mockery, Viggo slammed the table, pointed at the laughing bastard on the video, and said viciously: "Suka, are you trying to start a war?"

"Enough!" The Priest Legislator roared angrily at everyone: "Look at what you look like!"

"Mr. Chairman, this was started by Viggo himself!" that Legislator said with a grievance.

The Priest Legislator coldly said to him: "Shut up!"

Then he looked at everyone and said coldly: "The High Table has existed for so many years; it has been a long time since anyone dared to provoke us. This matter cannot be let go! How many legendary assassins do you have under your command?"

"There should be five more that can be mobilized!" Lagumonde said to the Priest Legislator.

"Send them all out. I will also send over a dozen Warriors to assist you. You must make this Chen Jiajun die in the United States!" the Priest Legislator said coldly.

Hearing that the Legislator was serious, everyone restrained their playful expressions.

The Legislator then looked at Viggo and said: "Get your affairs settled quickly. I don't want to hear about anything else happening on your end."

"Yes!" Viggo was helpless and could only bow his head and agree.

Viggo knew he was in the wrong regarding this matter and could only urge Marcus to act quickly.

Little did he know that the friendship between Marcus and John was not something he could control.

Marcus had no intention of fighting John at all; instead, he told him that Viggo had been looking for assassins to deal with him.

"Thank you, Marcus. You take care of yourself!" John gave a word of advice, then grabbed his gear, preparing to go to the church Perkins mentioned to take a look.

Although he didn't know the whereabouts of Viggo and Joseph, Viggo's important private collection had disappeared, so he must be feeling very heartbroken, right?

Thinking of this, John finished changing into his gear and headed to the church.

There were not many people in the church today, just a few people praying.

The Priest in the church saw John swaggering in and immediately walked over to ask: "Is there anything I can help you with, my child?"

John didn't waste a word; he pulled out the Bujiang from his back and shot the Priest in the thigh with one shot.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the guards Viggo had left in the church immediately jumped out.

But how could their speed be faster than John's? With a few casual shots, he knocked down all the guards in the church.

The ordinary people who saw this scene were stunned with fear, running outside in a panic one by one.

When a woman passed by John, John kindly reminded her: "Stay safe, ma'am."

After the people in the church had run out, John walked up to the Priest.

The Priest was in so much pain that cold sweat poured down, and he cursed at John: "Motherfucker, do you know who you're dealing with?"

John said coldly: "Yes, of course I know!"

As he spoke, John pulled the Priest up and said to him: "We're going to the vault!"

The two walked to a staircase leading underground by a side door; John pushed the Priest in front, then observed the movement inside.

After confirming the number of people, he charged straight in and took down the two guards inside with two shots.

The vault was just a very small room, but even so, it was fitted with a huge iron gate inside, which also had a combination lock.

At this moment, two employees were inside the vault counting the cash.

John shoved the Priest to the door, pointed his gun at his head, and said: "Open the door!"

The Priest was still tough, saying to John: "Do you think you can intimidate me into opening the door?"

But John was completely unmoved, his eyes cold as he said: "Yes, open the door!"

The Priest lost his nerve and could only plead: "Viggo will kill me!"

John nodded: "That's right, but so will I!"

The Priest had no choice but to open the iron gate.

John said to the two female employees inside: "Ladies, get out!"

After the two female employees left, John began to inventory the items in the vault.

There was money, some documents, ledgers, Cipan, antiques, and other such things, all of which looked quite valuable.

The Priest said to John: "Seriously, what can you do with these things? You can't even carry them all away by yourself!"

"Just like this!" John unhooked two incendiary grenades from his waist and threw them straight inside.

In an instant, a raging fire ignited within the vault.

After doing all this, John turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

……

On the other side, inside the Continental Hotel.

Xiaofu was reporting recent events to Chen Jiajun.

"By now, John has probably already gone to burn Viggo's vault!" Xiaofu said with a wicked grin. Chen Jiajun also started to laugh: "Viggo must be feeling the pain right about now!"

"Stay behind for a moment and tell John Joseph's location so he can go take his revenge. As long as he wants to cause trouble, I will give him whatever he needs!" Chen Jiajun sneered as he took out a mobile phone and handed it to Xiaofu, saying: "As for the others from the High Table, I have my own ways of dealing with them."

"Understood, Boss!" Xiaofu nodded.

After Chen Jiajun finished speaking, he took Dumu and walked straight out of the Continental Hotel.

He intended to see just how strong the High Table's power in North America really was.

Meanwhile, Xiaofu dialed John's mobile phone.

At this time, John was guarding the entrance of the church, preparing to wait for Viggo to walk right into the trap.

Seeing Xiaofu's call, he remained silent for a moment before answering: "What is it?"

"I've found Joseph's whereabouts, do you want to hear it?" Xiaofu said to John.

John saw that Viggo's motorcade had already arrived, but he still lowered the gun in his hand.

He had no grudge against Viggo; the one with the grudge was Viggo's idiot son.

So John said to Xiaofu: "Wait, I'll be there soon!"

After speaking, John came down directly from the rooftop, got into his car, and returned to the Continental Hotel.

At this time, at the High Table meeting.

Lagumonde had already summoned all the assassins.

Four men and one woman, among them an Asian man wearing sunglasses.

These people were all Legendary Assassins of the High Table.

"Gentlemen, the person before you is your target!" Lagumonde said to all the assassins: "Your mission is to take him out by any means necessary!"

"As long as you take him out, ten million dollars, plus the High Table will lift your Blood Oath and set you free."

But before he could finish, the Asian man wearing sunglasses said: "Lagumonde, I refuse to participate in the summons. My eyes are already blind; I cannot do this job!"

Lagumonde's expression turned gloomy, and he said to the man: "Kane, I am not discussing this with you; this is an order! As far as I know, your blindness does not prevent you from killing, does it?"

"Say what you will!" Kane shrugged and said: "I refuse!"

"Kane, I know you still have a daughter, don't you!" Lagumonde said coldly: "No one can refuse a summons from the High Table; you should have known that from the day you joined!"

"You..." Kane was suddenly furious, preparing to draw the sword hidden inside his cane to kill the other party.

But he still forced himself to endure it, his face full of rage.

Lagumonde looked as if he had Kane cornered, glanced at his watch, and said: "It's decided then. We depart in ten minutes, and we will tell you the location of that person."

After speaking, Lagumonde turned and left directly.

The other four assassins did not hesitate and turned to leave immediately.

Only Kane stood there holding his cane, forcing the anger on his face back down.

……

New York, Battery Park; sitting here, one could gaze out at the Statue of Liberty from afar.

Chen Jiajun, having grown tired of walking around here with Dumu, found a bench and sat down.

"Damn it, there are places for homeless people to sleep everywhere," Chen Jiajun complained speechlessly: "It's fucking disgusting."

Dumu stood behind Chen Jiajun wearing sunglasses, silent and reticent.

Chen Jiajun didn't mind; he knew that was just the guy's personality, so he treated it as talking to himself.

Checking his watch, Chen Jiajun continued to complain: "The High Table isn't much either! They haven't found me after such a long time, and I gave them such a good opportunity."

"They're here, there are dogs!" At this moment, Dumu, standing behind Chen Jiajun, suddenly spoke up and said to Chen Jiajun.

Immediately following this, Chen Jiajun heard a burst of dog barking coming toward him.

Then, a Black man leading a Belgian Malinois and wearing a plush hat appeared in front of Chen Jiajun.

This guy's pair of eyes were terrifyingly bright, staring fixedly at Chen Jiajun, who was sitting on a park bench.

The gun in his hand was already raised, aiming toward this side.

This Black man's nickname at the High Table is "Tracker," and what he is best at is tracking.

Relying on the dogs he has trained, he can easily catch up to fleeing prey and then hunt them down just like hunting game.

However, this time the Tracker was a bit confused; the other party did not seem to have any intention of fleeing at all.

Instead, it was as if he had come here to throw himself into a trap.

This immediately made the Tracker feel that something was wrong.

At this moment, the dog he was leading seemed to have smelled some kind of scent, lowered its body, and began to growl.

Only when encountering a threat would his dog make this kind of movement.

The Tracker did not even think about it and wanted to take his dog and leave.

Just then, he happened to bump into another assassin, a man with the nickname "Herald."

"As expected, your speed is the fastest; following behind you always leads to finding the target the quickest!" This was a rude white man, his body covered in knotted muscles, clearly the kind of guy not to be trifled with.

He said to the Tracker in a very overbearing manner: "Now you can move aside; I want this ten-million-dollar bounty!"

The Tracker did not pay him any mind at all, his eyes staring fixedly at Chen Jiajun as he slowly retreated with his dog.

The Herald was no fool either, and he soon discovered that things seemed a bit wrong.

Chen Jiajun laughed at this moment: "Yo, you've all arrived, then don't hide anymore, all come out and show your faces!"

As Chen Jiajun's voice fell, several sharp arrows were shot directly at a large tree behind Chen Jiajun.

Following a muffled groan, a woman tumbled down from the treetop.

Fortunately, the trees in the park were not very tall, otherwise, she would have broken her neck from that fall.

The woman is called Slaughter, one of the High Table's Legendary Assassins, who enjoys slaughtering targets for fun.

She had originally intended to kill Chen Jiajun directly to take the bounty, but she did not expect to be knocked down by a hidden arrow before she could even make a move.

The arrow pierced through her shoulder, making her wince in pain, yet she did not dare to move at all.

Because she could clearly feel that someone had already locked onto her.

The Tracker and the Herald exchanged a look, then suddenly burst into action.

The firearms in both their hands erupted with sparks, and they swept fire directly toward Chen Jiajun.

Moreover, while firing, the two of them retreated, intending to perform a "besiege Wei to rescue Zhao."

But unfortunately, they had no idea that Chen Jiajun did not need anyone's protection at all.

A rain of bullets rushed toward Chen Jiajun, but in front of Chen Jiajun, it was as if they had hit an invisible barrier; the bullets sparked and were deflected away.

As for the Tracker and the Conqueror, because of this action, they were focused-fired upon by the Night Elf archers under Chen Jiajun.

Arrow after arrow, carrying the sound of tearing wind, shot toward the two from all directions.

Just hearing the sound was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Even with the two of them being highly skilled, without any cover, each of them had at least two or three arrows stuck in their bodies.

Fortunately, the arrows only caused piercing wounds, so they would not die for a while.

The two of them did not dare to be arrogant anymore and immediately sought cover to observe their surroundings.

Just as Chen Jiajun was preparing to let the Ghost Demon go and finish off these two, Dumu's ears suddenly twitched.

He threw a punch toward an empty space.

After a ripple in the air, a human figure suddenly appeared.

This guy looked at Dumu in disbelief, his face full of terror.

"Oh?" Chen Jiajun looked at this guy who had suddenly popped out with some surprise: "High-tech, huh!"

The assassin in front of him was wearing a cloak-like thing, which seemed capable of refracting the surrounding light, just like a chameleon.

Although it could be seen very clearly in broad daylight, it could indeed achieve a chameleon-like stealth effect at night or in dark places.

Dumu said indifferently: "The scent on them is too strong!" (End of chapter)