All gods become gods

"That's where the Templars came in."

Wherever the rules are exceeded, knights come!

……

"Just let her go?"

Wick looked at the judge who was leaving step by step, and asked.

"The two armies are at war, so don't kill them," Zhou Yi said, "Besides, this is a remote area. Look at her, she must have no money, no guns, and she is dressed so high... With all due respect, go to the place , is enough for her to suffer."

"When is it, you still have such narrow-minded considerations?" Wick was shocked.

"You can't throw away the black-bellied person. Although you can't kill him directly, you should torture him anyway, and you'll be discouraged, right?" Zhou Yi chuckled, "How can you pretend to be aggressive in front of me if you don't have any real skills?"

"Now that you've made it this far..." Wick sighed, "Are we ready?"

"Don't worry, it will take time for them to take action, and by that time, we will have the capital to fight," Zhou Yi said, "It's not a big problem."

"Although there is the New York Continental Hotel and a group of Templars who have turned from assassins, I think this is far from enough," Wick said with a serious face, "Zhou Yi, I believe you won't just rely on this With a little confidence, can you tell me where your real confidence comes from?"

"Of course it comes from..."

While talking, the phone rang suddenly, and when he saw the name of the contact person on the call, Zhou Yi showed a slight smile.

"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here..."

……

Gilbreth, an ordinary policeman.

No one knew why he became a policeman, or if he knew, he pretended not to know.

Back then, Gilbreth's family could also be considered middle class, with several factories under his father's name.

Later, due to business competition, the competitor who couldn't beat his father through formal channels chose another way and went to the Continental Hotel to offer a reward to his father.

What happened after that... Naturally, there is no need to say more.

Although those competitors have also become affiliated to the high table and lost their autonomy, for Gilbreth, such a result is far from enough.

His father died, his beautiful family was broken, but the enemy lived well, and the price was only to pay a bounty, and then became a running dog of the high table.

This is one of the reasons why the high table can make so many countries dare not act rashly - offering a reward is not free. If you want to offer a reward, you must first recognize the status of the high table, and then become a vassal of the high table.

Just relying on the killer alone, of course the high table cannot reach its current position, and it is impossible to have its current status.

It is precisely because of this that the high platform table has successfully linked almost all the major forces in the underground world together, forming a large network that radiates to the outside world. Now, even among the officials, there are many people. vassal!

This is why no official force has dared to move the high table for so many years, not only the threat of death, but also the price that is absolutely unbearable!

Gilbreth only knew about these things when he became a policeman and wanted revenge when he was dissuaded by his superiors.

It was precisely because of this that he realized that it turned out that his idea of ​​getting revenge by becoming a policeman was so naive.

But, can't we just watch?

Then watch it.

Hate can't be vented, it will slowly build up, especially after Gilbreth became a policeman and was exposed to more of these things.

He is very smart, so he didn't burn everything in himself like moths to a flame, because he knew that it was useless, just a short spark in the ice and snow.

He has been waiting, waiting for the opportunity to come, and he believes that he can definitely wait for it.

And now-

"This...what's the situation?" Gilbreth looked at his companion and asked.

"This is..." The companion's tone was also hesitant.

Most of the incidents caused by the killer are collected by the [Vulture] organization.

But this time...

There was no one to collect the corpse, so they couldn't keep it there forever. Under pressure, the police station still sent a bunch of police officers to deal with it. Gilbreth was completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

Corpses littered the fields, this word, used in the city, is not an exaggeration at this time.

Moreover, the most important thing is that the fatal wounds of these killers are all between the eyebrows, and there is also a cross!

"Is this a new cover created by the killer at the Continental Hotel?" said the companion, "Hehe, maybe it's because you have done too many sinful things, so you want to use the cross to wash away your sins?"

"No, there's no need for those guys to do this," Gilbreth shook his head. "Besides, don't you find it strange that the vultures didn't come to collect the corpse?"

"Oh, don't mind me, anyway, it's good to die." The companion sneered, "Come on, give me a hand, let's start working, the vulture is not working, we have to make a guest appearance."

"That's true." Gilbreth and his companions worked together to lift the body and put it in a large truck specially rented by the police station.

"Hurry up, there are still a lot!" The companion greeted.

"Oh, good!" Gilbreth agreed verbally, looking at the cross.

He always felt that something was wrong.

"Gilbreth!" the companion called again.

"Here we come!" Gilbreth turned around, took two steps, and turned back again. Regardless of the blood, he took the cross in his hand, put it in his pocket, and walked towards his companion.

As the companion said, they still have a lot of work to do.

Chapter 86 Ready to meet

"Mr. Anderson," Zhou Yi answered the phone, "I think you must have brought me good news."

The phone call was naturally left by Zhou Yi for Anderson. Since the cooperation is about to be confirmed, they can't just keep in touch with each other all the time.

As for whether to find out who owns it... it doesn't have much impact, and it will be exposed later anyway.

However, having said that, until now, Zhou Yi has always appeared in front of Anderson in the form of Ethan Hunt...

"For me, yes, but for you, is it right? That's up for discussion."

Anderson said: "I have already contacted Secretary of Defense Camilles. Three days later, the Pentagon, if you come alone, he is willing to talk to you."

"It sounds like a dragon's pond and a tiger's lair," Zhou Yi was not surprised. He had expected this situation a long time ago. It would be strange if someone with such an important status didn't take care of it.

"However, I agreed. Three days later, at ten o'clock in the morning, I will arrive on time."

After all, we are talking about cooperation, so what if we don't take risks?

What's more, for Zhou Yi, this is not an adventure.

At most, it was a slightly stimulating action.

"I thought you would give different opinions." Anderson was surprised.

"Are you so confident? The Pentagon is nothing like my private villa. It's not something you can come and leave whenever you want."

"Go straight, sit upright, what I'm going to do is good for you, and you also have needs for what I'm going to do, so naturally there's nothing to worry about."

Zhou Yi chuckled, "By the way, there is one more thing that you should know too, right?"

"You mean..." As the governor of New York State, there was such a big battle in New York, and it didn't take long for Anderson to get a report from his subordinates

"About the Continental Hotel? So many killers died... you did it?"

"The Knights Templar, for the first time, of course have to show some impressive results, otherwise, I don't have the confidence to negotiate."

Zhou Yi said, "As for the results of the battle... I think you already know."

"Yes, through internal information channels, the High Table has paid attention to this and sent personnel to deal with it... Wait, won't you?"

While Anderson was talking, he suddenly realized something, "You collided with the people at the high table?"

"There is such a person called the judge." Zhou Yi pretended to think for a while

"I didn't bring a mobile phone, she was wearing high-gauge shoes, and she didn't look like she had any money on her. It was so pitiful, so I took everything off her and let her go."

"..." Anderson's eyes twitched, "How far is it from the city?"

"Like more than ten kilometers?" Zhou Yi said affirmatively in a doubtful tone.

"Dare to treat the people at the high table like this... But yes, your status is indeed good," Anderson sighed, "I have to say, you have done something I have always wanted to do but have never done."

"Shameless, of course it's more enjoyable," Zhou Yi laughed at himself, "So, it's settled like that?"

"Wait a minute," Anderson didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Although the way we met was weird, we're about to start a formal cooperation discussion. I can't tell you your name, right?"

"Of course you need to know," Zhou Yi didn't bother, "You also found out that the owner of that phone number is me, Zhou Yi."

"Myself?" Anderson was surprised again, "I found an Asian."

"I'm wearing a hood, the kind that imitates a mask," Zhou Yi said, and suddenly became serious, "Aren't you a racist?"

"Of course not," Anderson quickly denied. In the current situation, even if he is, it must be wrong. "I treat everyone equally."

……

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yi looked at the people around him - Carlos, Fox, Wesley, Wick, and said helplessly, "Why, now I know why I have the confidence?"

"The Pentagon?" Wesley asked.

"Minister of Defense?" Carlos asked.

"Could it be..." Fox asked, but was interrupted by Zhou Yi waving his hand.

"I said, are you planning to ask a question alone? Did you rehearse in advance?" Zhou Yi laughed.

"Yes, that's right, three days later, at ten o'clock in the morning, at the Pentagon, I, the Templar Knight of the Templar Order, Zhou Yi, will go in person, alone, to discuss with US Secretary of Defense Camilles about the future Templar Do you understand what kind of treatment the regiment will enjoy?"

Zhou Yi walked out: "One by one, don't think too much, I will definitely not take you to death, and if you want to protect order, you need to communicate with the national forces, which is unavoidable. necessary steps."

Watching Zhou Yi leave, Carlos was silent for a long time: "I'm beginning to feel that he can really do it."

"Didn't you think so before?" Fox asked.

"Of course not, I'm just for..." Having said that, Carlos looked at Wesley.

"Very well, father, in order to get me out of that kind of life, he specially dragged me into an organization of five people at the beginning, preparing to fight against the dark forces that control the entire underground world."

Wesley gave Carlos a thumbs up, "You are awesome."

"Hehe..." Wick couldn't help laughing.

The atmosphere among the people was much more harmonious and relaxed.

To be honest, before this, even though they joined the Knights Templar, they also felt that it was impossible to fight against the high table with only such a few people.

It's just that they all came together for some reason, either by coercion or by temptation.

It wasn't until they took over the Assassin Brotherhood and Zhou Yi received the affirmation from the Loom of Destiny that they had a sliver of confidence in their hearts, and it was just a sliver.

After all, that is the High Table, a world-class organization that controls the underground world, an existence that can make the world's major countries back down!

But now, they suddenly knew that the Knights Templar were not fighting alone, on the contrary, they might be helped by the intervention of government forces, and they immediately felt much more relaxed.

Although they are not talking about destroying the dead, the state machine is undeniable, and they all know that as long as they are willing to pay a big price, it is not impossible for so many big countries to solve the high table, but they have not done anything.

Now, they seem to have seen that a crack gradually opened in the dark sky covered by the high table, attracting holy sunlight.

And they, the Templars, are the sharp swords of law that pierce the darkness and chaos!

……

night.

A beggar was leaning against the side of the road with his head bowed.

He just listened to the footsteps without looking up.

Suddenly, a footstep came towards him, getting closer and closer, and then, a pair of feet appeared in front of his eyes and stopped.

The beggar was taken aback.

It's not too beautiful, but——

The uppers of the shoes were covered with mud, and they seemed to be high-heeled shoes, but the heels were broken, and the owner of the feet was still wearing silk stockings.

This weird combination is somewhat curious.

The beggar looked up and saw the woman with disheveled hair.

"I am the judge of the High Table." The judge was exhausted, his hair was disheveled, his original elegant temperament had completely disappeared, and his whole body seemed to have rolled out of the mud. "Take me to see your head."

Chapter 87 The Sword of Eden!

The judge finally convinced the beggar of the [Mole] organization that she was really the judge, and took her to meet the leader, and then returned to the High Table faction.