Chapter 3748: John Wick (Part 4)

"I told you, I didn't kill him. The League of Assassins has already invested so many resources in you, why must you mess things up at this critical moment?" Talia leaned against the window, with the pitch-black night of Cat Getan behind her. Her long black hair shimmered with a faint cold light, and her two slender eyebrows were knitted together, carrying strong disapproval.

"My banquet is ruined." Elliot sat on the bed, the expensive silk sheets shimmering under the bright lights, but his face was so ugly that even the most gorgeous decorations couldn't make him look more confident.

"The corpse that fell was one of the bodyguards I sent to you. He had been waiting near the banquet hall since the banquet started. Only someone attending the banquet could have done it."

"Who do you suspect?"

"There are many people with motives." Talia walked a few steps to the other side of the bed and began to pace, saying, "Perhaps it's Jason Todd."

"Why would you think it's him?" Elliot seemed even more disapproving.

"He is too young and too ambitious. Cat Getan Defense Group is actually enjoying the results of your governance of Cat Getan. Moreover, he undertook the security affairs of this entire banquet and must be responsible for it."

"Do you think I can push all the responsibility onto him?"

"You have to give that bunch of celebrities an explanation," Talia sat down beside Elliot and said, "The election is about to start, and we don't have much time left. No matter who is tripping you up at this time, you cannot show mercy anymore."

"I don't think doing so is meaningful," Elliot continued, "It's clearly you, the League of Assassins, who have never been able to do anything about March. If you could have solved this competitor earlier, I wouldn't have to worry about any election at all."

Talia sighed and stood up again. The sound of high heels stepping on the floor was a bit dull, making one feel inexplicably irritable. Even if one looked up along her slender and sexy calves, her graceful figure couldn't dispel this irritability.

"We suspect that there might be another mysterious organization behind March, and we still need time to investigate and deal with it."

"Need time, need time... I've given you enough time..."

"I mean, we can investigate him, and the organization behind him can naturally also come to investigate you. Or perhaps they also want to get rid of you. But all of this cannot be made public; you can only find a scapegoat."

Elliot's lips suddenly pursed, and his eyes revealed tension. He said: "You mean, the people behind March don't just want to get rid of my bodyguards, their goal is actually to get rid of me?"

"Exactly."

"Then how can you guarantee that their killers won't come after me again?!"

"I cannot guarantee it. I will protect your safety as much as possible. You must suppress March on the front battlefield for everything I've done to be useful. Otherwise, we will all die very ugly."

"You know who that organization is, right?"

Talia suddenly made a gesture for silence, and Elliot heard the cries of night owls coming from outside the window.

"Hoo—hoo hoo—"

Slap! A fist covered in gauntlets smashed onto the frame next to the cargo box. Jason said with a gloomy face: "Once someone dies at this banquet, that guy will definitely blame me. You had better keep an eye on that batch of goods at the pier; absolutely don't let him catch any handle."

The person in front nodded repeatedly. Jason looked up at the warehouse in front of him, which contained quite a few weapons. The so-called Defense Group was actually a weapons company, to be precise, a second-hand dealer, importing weapons from companies that produced them and marketing them throughout the East Coast.

Because of Wei En Group, the goods imported by Red Line Defense Group never had to worry about sales. Once Elliot became suspicious of him, not only would the goods be hard to sell, but he might also be brought down by evidence of Elliot using him for certain black and gray industries. He had to strike first.

"I'm afraid you have to strike first," a voice came from behind Jason. Jason turned his head sharply and saw a strangely dressed young man appear at the elevator entrance.

He wore a tight-fitting suit, no different from those masked freaks, but what was very unique was that the mask he wore had two round eye covers, and above the eye covers were feather-like metal decorations that stood up, looking just like an owl.

"Court of Owls?" Jason narrowed his eyes and touched the weapon on his waist.

"You really did investigate us," the other walked forward two steps with his arms crossed, and then said, "Dick Grayson, Talon of the Court of Owls, and also the person in charge of the Court of Owls' safety and defense work in Cat Getan. You don't have to be too nervous, I came to find you naturally to talk about the problem that bothers you the most."

"Don't act like you're some kind of intimate big brother," Jason sneered and said, "You were beaten like a drowned dog by the League of Assassins, and the defense network of the entire Cat Getan area is almost broken, right? Compared to me, you guys have more things to worry about."

"Didn't expect nothing could be hidden from you." The other's tone was still very relaxed, seeming to have the victory in hand, and he said, "Someone died at the banquet you were responsible for security, Elliot will definitely push the responsibility onto you. He knows you won't obediently take the blame, and will inevitably use Wei En Group's power to suppress Red Line. Under the siege of Wei En Group, how long can your cash flow last?"

"Did you kill the person?"

"Just assume it was us," Dick sneered and said, "If it wasn't, the murderer also did us a big favor. This corpse lies between you and Elliot, and you will never be able to make up again."

"You really are an idiot," Jason said, "If it wasn't you who killed the person, it proves that certain things have slipped out of your control, even if it's beneficial to you for a while, it will sooner or later lead to a great chaos. You not only don't hurry to investigate, but also want to push the boat with the current. I won't cooperate with such an idiot."

Dick's face became ugly. He lowered his eyes slightly, just like an owl dozing off.

"To find your flaw and make you admit this, Elliot will definitely check that batch of goods you recently got. Do you think there is no problem with it at all?"

"I admit I imported twelve RIM-72 Raptor missiles, but these are just normal goods. What reason does Elliot have to stop my normal business?"

"Then why did you pack them in construction timber containers?" Dick sneered and said, "You are confessing without being forced."

Jason's expression turned cold.

"What do you want?"

"Cooperate with me, I'll help you settle this trouble."

Jason's originally relaxed hand tightened slightly again. He said expressionlessly: "Follow me."

They left the underground warehouse and returned to the office upstairs to discuss. Accompanied by the two figures disappearing into the elevator, the warehouse camera flashed. Not long after, when the elevator door opened, the light coming out burned a regular golden rectangle on the pitch-black ground. In the frame, stood a gaunt figure.

"President! President! Not good!"

A man in a suit walked hurriedly, almost crashing through the door of the president's office, shouting at Jason standing by the window: "The warehouse security system was hacked, someone just broke into the warehouse and stole important goods!"

"Important goods? What goods?"

"RIM-72 Raptor missiles!!!"

A helicopter flew over the old city area of Cat Getan. Elliot, sitting in the helicopter, had his brows tightly knitted. His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the seat, clearly making some difficult choices. The tablet computer prompted a new email, but he had no time to look at it, just sitting in the helicopter, overlooking the chaotic old city area.

"I never liked this place," Elliot said. But there was no one else in this helicopter except him and the pilot, so he was actually talking to himself.

"Chaotic, dirty, producing one wave of resistance army after another, causing me trouble every day," he smiled contemptuously and said, "There are even people saying that if Bruce Wei En hadn't gone mad, he would have done better than me. Unfortunately, now, he is already dead."

When the drizzle fell, the wind also seemed to have substance. The helicopter was about to stop on the roof of Wei En Group Building. In a blink of an eye, Elliot saw a figure above the gargoyle on the top floor—a man holding an umbrella and wearing a suit stood on top of the gargoyle, his figure slender and long, like the shadow of this night rain.

"Zzz—"

A sharp and urgent whistling sound rang in his ears. The missile dragged a long tail like a meteor, brushed past the window, and then hit the tail of the helicopter straight on.

"Boom!!!"

Violent fire burst open, and the helicopter swayed and fell toward the old city area. There, the sound of gunfire was sleepless, the resistance army was already fully armed, and Elliot unfortunately fell among them.

"Damn it!" Jason, who had just rushed to the edge of the building, looked down, the wreckage of the helicopter was still emitting black smoke. Talon Dick was almost immediately about to jump down, Jason grabbed him and roared at him: "What are you doing? Do you still want to save him?!"

"He can't die, if you don't go to save him, this pot of shit will definitely be blamed on you." Dick said to him, "The person who stole the missile clearly wants to frame you, do you want him to succeed?!"

"If we go down now, he can treat us as the resistance army and wipe us out in one pot, do you think he can't do it?!"

Dick's movements paused. Jason continued: "The missile can't blow him to death, and this bunch of resistance army can't kill him either. We had better not show up, solve the missile problem first."

"I can help you delete all surveillance videos, and logistics records, and even Lex Group's transaction records. If he can still find you after this, then you just admit defeat."

Jason shook his head and said: "Since it's framing, the person who stole the missile must have already obtained these records. You go to delete them now, it might be too late. I can only find a way to catch this person."

"What did the surveillance camera in your warehouse capture?"

"Only a silhouette, it looks as strange as you."

"It can't be the Court of Owls," Dick said decisively, "If you want to suspect, you should suspect the League of Assassins, they will definitely instigate Elliot behind the scenes to frame the banquet murder on you. If Elliot hadn't made up his mind, they would help him."

"It's useless to say these now, catch the thief first."

On the street below the building, the resistance army surrounded the crashed helicopter. When Elliot walked out of it, he was a bit embarrassed, but this was the edge of the old city area, and the mechanical defense troops under Elliot rushed over at the fastest speed.

The leader of the resistance army was a red-haired woman, she wore an eye patch, and seemed to be a blind person. Beside her was a petite female fully armed, and on the other side, there was a youth wearing a red and green tight-fitting suit and cape.

The resistance army immediately opened fire on the defense troops. The petite female wearing a tight-fitting suit and mask killed into the formation like a lightning bolt, attacking Elliot straight on.

Elliot hurriedly hid backward, the fully armed defense personnel fired at the opponent, but failed to hit. Elliot fled in a panic, hiding behind a broken helicopter tail wing, but didn't notice that behind the helicopter wreckage, a pale figure was reaching out to him. ===== CHAPTER 3749 =====