Choose the Sharingan at the beginning of the American manga

"In five days, there will be a private banquet hosted by Sheriff Shion. We have prepared the invitation for you."

"In addition, after Mr. Wick successfully obtains the certificate leading to Rome from the Sheriff, we will arrange fifteen gunmen for you to go north with you." Sean Max said one by one.

The city of Rome at this time was not the real capital of Italy.

In fact, since Mussolini was dismissed as prime minister and rescued by Berlin, he established his own special zone.

The small town of Salo in the north has become the temporary capital of the puppet special zone, which is the city of Rome where Wayne is going to now.

Sicily is only more than 20 hours away from Salò by car.

But without a special pass issued by the Sheriff, these more than twenty hours would be extended indefinitely.

"Fifteen people are too few." Wayne shook his head and looked at Sean Max.

"If this is your sincerity towards the Allies, I am very disappointed."

The purpose of his visit this time is not just a certain amount of help from Shawn Max, but full assistance.

But it is obvious that the group of mafia in front of them has agreed to the cooperation of the Allies.

But when it comes to cooperation, I still maintain my own little thoughts.

This may involve the situation of mafia members after the war.

It's none of Wayne's business, though.

At this time, anyone who would be hindered by his mission is his enemy.

"You should have paid more, so that after the war is over, you will get more rewards." Wayne said with some regret.

"In fact, we have done enough for the Allies." After hearing this, a young man sitting at the round table said immediately with dissatisfaction.

"Shut up, Akers." Shawn Max's expression suddenly changed.

As one of the few remaining mafia leaders in Sicily, he knows exactly what kind of people he talks to and what kind of attitude he should use.

You can express your conditions in a subtle way, but you must not openly express dissatisfaction, especially when the man in front of you is a special commissioner of the Allied Powers.

In front of the state machinery, any arrogance is seeking your own death.

On this point, Mussolini had given them a vivid lesson.

But he was still too late. Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wayne's figure suddenly flash and appear next to Akers.

He pinched Akers' neck like a chicken, causing the latter's face to turn red.

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With a loud noise, Akers was hit to the ground hard, and his head was bruised and bloody.

"Stop it," the remaining Mafia members roared.

But as soon as they finished speaking, their expressions suddenly froze.

At some point, Wayne's figure appeared behind them at the same time, with a dazzling silver Colt pistol pressed against his head.

"How is that possible?" Sean Max felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead.

They were actually surrounded by someone.

That's right, just one person.

The moment Wayne took action, the exact same John Wick appeared behind him among the eight family members present.

The man in front of me is actually a legendary magician.

When the Axis powers began to frantically dig into ancient myths, the Allies actually sent a magician to begin the mission.

Sean Michaels felt his breathing begin to become labored.

He was in a very resentful mood.

The dignified boss of the mafia now looks like a frustrated little daughter-in-law.

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

If I had told him earlier, he would definitely help without any selfish motives.

No, he was loyal and courageous to begin with, without the slightest selfishness, but he just didn't choose the right way to express himself.

"Sir Wick, please believe in our sincerity." Sean Max said bravely.

He found that John Wick had quietly returned to his seat at some point.

If Akers hadn't already passed out and his head was covered in blood, he would have thought it was just an illusion.

"I don't know how many people Mr. Wick needs us to send. To be honest, this is a period of security control. Once the number of people is too large, it will be detrimental to the Allied forces' internal operations." Sean Max said carefully.

"The number of people remains unchanged, but I need you to send your most elite members. In addition, in the following operations, everything will follow my command." Wayne said calmly.

"clear."

"Of course, when things are done, I can guarantee that you will have a place in New York like the predecessors before you."

"Think about those people who fled before you. Compared to your difficult situation, they may be accompanying some congressmen in high-end clubs now, drinking the best wine and hugging the most beautiful women." As he said this, Wayne looked at A look at Sean Michaels.

"I don't think you want to miss this opportunity."

"Thank you, Mr. Wick, for your support." Sean Max quickly lowered his head and said respectfully.

"I hope you can cherish the friendship I gave you. After all, it won't happen a second time."

"Tonight, I want to see your sincerity again, Sean." After saying that, Wayne stood up leisurely and walked towards the door.

Although he doesn't know the shadow clone technique now, he does know the clone technique.

Even though these clones do not have real combat capabilities, their physical appearance is very capable of bluffing people.

What's more, he also has illusions.

Combining a part of psychology and hypnosis, and having a little understanding of neuron reception, etc., it is not difficult to achieve this step through the ability of Sharingan.

After all, he is the only one in this world who has chakra. Facing ordinary people, he can play whatever he wants.

As long as you are not facing the magicians of Kama Taj or those who are naturally mentally strong.

Wayne believed that after the beating and sweetening just now, Sean Michaels, a smart man, should know his position.

When they arrived at the door, Damien and others were relieved when they saw Wayne being escorted out by Sean Maxxley.

"It looks like the deal is done." The members of the Howling Commandos looked at each other, and then drove away with respectful eyes.

For the next few days, they will live in a sunny town near the sea.

The sun was shining brightly there, and it was the last peace before the mission.

In the evening, Wayne and his party checked into a hotel called Nomiltau.

“Although Sean Michaels is our inside guy, and after the knocks he’s had before, he shouldn’t be doing something stupid.

But we are fighting in the enemy's homeland after all, so we still have to be careful next time to prevent any changes from happening. "Wayne reminded as he looked at the members of the Howling Commandos.

"Understood." Damtan nodded solemnly.

The arrangement was so reasonable that Wayne felt that he was now a battle-experienced soldier.

But what he didn't expect was that things changed faster than he imagined.