Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 1095

Chapter 1095: Whether Real or Fake, What’s Real Is Death

At that moment, the fake Santino had just run to the back door with several guests behind him.

In the hall earlier, everyone had been smiling as they praised each other.

They shoved one another now, afraid that they would be shot if they were too slow.

A Bentley was already waiting at the back door. The bodyguards at the back door covered Santino as they made their way to the Bentley.

In the end, five guests suddenly burst forward. Taking advantage of the brief moment when Santino and the bodyguards met up, they opened the car doors and crammed into the Bentley.

“Drive! Drive!” a fatty roared.

“Who are you? Get the hell out of here!” The driver was dumbfounded. “This is Mr. D’Antonio’s car.”

The fatty was angry. “Do you want to die? Boogeyman John is coming. He’s killed everyone inside. If you let Santino in here, the first person the Boogeyman will kill is you.”

The driver’s heart trembled, but he still didn’t dare drive. “Before sir arrives, I can’t start the car.”

The fake Santino rushed over in a panic. “Get out, you b*stards. Do you want to die?”

It was the fatty who spoke first. He said in the loudest voice, “Santino, we’re partners. Don’t get us involved in your own matter. Take the car at the back. Don’t cause us trouble.”

WTF! The fake Santino was furious, but he could only wave at the Audi that was driving over.

He had no time to bother with these people. Boogeyman John had already appeared and was slaughtering them.

He wasn’t the real Santino. He didn’t care about reputation, and it wasn’t a big deal for him to escape in the bodyguards’ car.

Finally, he got into the bodyguards’ Audi and sped away.

Only then did the driver of Santino’s Bentley helplessly start the car, and was about to follow the Audi.

A dark shadow suddenly darted in front of the car, and the driver’s hands froze.

The man in a black suit and slicked back hair was holding a pistol. He turned to the side and looked in the direction that the fake Santino had escaped.

Then, he glanced at the driver and raised his gun. “Get out, or all of you will die.”

Boom!

The five men in the backseat crawled out, pissing their pants.

They didn’t dare hide; Boogeyman John would have no qualms killing them all in the backseat.

They could only hope that Boogeyman John didn’t dwell on small fry like them.

The driver was only half a second behind them. He opened the door and stepped back as soon as he got out. “This way, Mr. Wick. This way, please. The gas tank is full.”

The people in the backseat were also enlightened, and they nodded and bowed. “Mr. Wick, this way, this way, we won’t waste any more of your time.”

Luke still had his poker face on. He didn’t even bother to look at them. He simply got into the driver’s seat and said coldly, “Close the back doors.”

The people on both sides quickly slammed the back doors shut.

Bang! Bang!

After the back doors were shut, Luke hit the gas pedal and the car sped away.

The five guests and one driver trembled. They bowed with raised heads, and only after the car lights disappeared into the night did they heave sighs of relief.

It wasn’t until then that everybody realized that the cold sweat on their foreheads and backs had turned into warm sweat that gushed out.

“Too scary.” The fatty took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead and face frantically. “It’s a good thing I was smart enough not to let Santino get in. Otherwise, the Boogeyman wouldn’t have said anything, and would’ve definitely killed us in the car.”

Everybody couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

Scared for a moment, the fatty suddenly came back to himself. “I wonder what’s up ahead. Hm, should we take a look? Our cars are still in the underground parking lot.”

Everybody exchanged looks, and realized that the fatty wasn’t wrong.

In any case, the Boogeyman had just left, and he probably wouldn’t come back so soon.

They didn’t have cars, and couldn’t run fast. They might as well go back and get their cars, and get out of here.

None of them was stupid.

Based on what happened just now, everybody realized that this was personal.

The Boogeyman hadn’t even bothered to say anything to them; there was no need for them to block the gun for Santino.

The head of the Camorra family? Hehe, if he died, he was nothing.

…

On the other side, while the car was moving quickly, Luke was only using 50% of Elementary Driving and was very relaxed.

The escape of the fake Santino wasn’t too important.

The important thing was that people had seen the Boogeyman hunt Santino down, and when Santino appeared, he would be dead.

Now, the real Santino was lying inside Luke’s Space 2.

After the remains of the Destroyer were absorbed, this separate space had been added to his inventory.

The first person to be stuffed into Space 2 was John Wick.

The second person to be stuffed in it was Santino, who wanted to kill John Wick.

Fate worked in strange ways.

But John could live, while Santino had to die.

Mulling over the operation just now, Luke took out his phone and dialed a number. “It’s me, John Wick. I want to make a dinner reservation for 52 people. The address is the D’Antonio museum. The fee is on the marble lion in the exhibition hall.”

After the call, he smacked his lips. “No wonder those hitmen find it hard to leave the High Table. Everything is taken care of, and they just need to focus on killing.”

Before carrying out a mission, they could get equipment and intelligence from the High Table’s service providers.

After completing the mission, someone would clean up after them.

Even Luke couldn’t say that he had it easier than these hitmen.

He had to gather intelligence himself and make his own equipment.

Even if he had an inventory space while cleaning up, he couldn’t reveal its existence; it was far less convenient than giving a “cleaning company” a call.

After that, there would be even less chances of the police poking their nose into things.

This was an unspoken rule between the underworld and regular society; the gang wars in the underworld were completely separate from the common masses and had no impact on regular society.

Sighing, Luke made a second call. “Santino is dead. Do you need his body?”

After a long silence, the person on the other end said, “If it’s possible, leave it intact; as his older sister, I should at least give him a decent funeral.”

Luke said, “Okay; have your men pick up the goods at the designated location tomorrow.”

He hung up and shook his head.

These siblings… were really awkward. If they really were that close, why didn’t they do anything earlier?

Fine, the Camorra family’s influence was enough to make most people take action.

It wasn’t about the money, but the huge power they wielded in the underworld.

As he pondered, Luke sped up and swung the car around to hit the Audi.

The Audi instantly rolled a few times before it finally stopped in the shrubs by the river.

In comparison, Luke’s Bentley just slowed to a stop after the fierce collision.

It had to be said that a luxury car was great.

The impact only dented the passenger side a little.

He then slowly drove over to the Audi that had flipped over.

He got out of the car and dragged the men with bloody faces out before throwing them into the backseat of the Bentley.

The car soon disappeared into the night.