Carmine stepped out onto the portico. The rain had stopped. Steam rose from the asphalt.
“He stole from me,” Sonya said. “A data cylinder. The kind that holds the accounting of every High Table tithe for the last three years. He tried to sell it to the Ruska Roma.” the continental: from the world of john wick libvpx
Carmine shot her twice in the chest. The slugs punched through her sternum and embedded in the marble wall behind her. She fell without a sound. Blood pooled around the silver tray. Carmine stepped out onto the portico
But Percival was faster. From the second-floor window, the Sommelier’s custom AR-15 sang a single, precise note. The round struck the Ghost in the throat, just above the armor. He dropped. “He stole from me,” Sonya said
Another pause. This one longer. When she spoke again, her voice was quiet, almost curious. “Rules are agreements between people who fear the same consequences. What if I no longer fear yours?”
Sonya screamed. Her soldiers rushed forward. And then every window of The Continental opened. Enforcers, assassins, and guests—men and women who had paid for neutrality and were now having it violated—opened fire.