Johnny's voice was soft; he clearly understood that the photo in front of him had already revealed a lot of information, at least that Mrs. Schneider was not as simple as he had imagined.
And in fact, how could an Old Lady who ran a Killers Home be so easily seen through?
As memories were continuously unveiled, the image of Old Lady Schneider and her experiences gradually became clear to Johnny, and at the same time, the original owner's identity had also become much clearer.
This time, it was just another piece of the puzzle being completed.
But many mysteries still remained unexplained.
For example, what exactly was Lisa's purpose?
Was the Killers Home run by the Old Lady only in New York?
Why did the original owner die?
Did he really die only from a high fever caused by a bullet wound?
Also, he had asked his unfortunate master John about the Old Lady, but John always kept silent. What hidden secrets were there?
He had also tried to investigate himself, but it seemed everyone who knew either wouldn't talk about it or changed the subject.
Johnny's own intelligence capabilities relied entirely on Veronica, so he couldn't even hope to gather more information.
The people he had been in contact with the longest were actually Hanna and Simmons, and they naturally couldn't reveal these things to him, so everything still depended on himself.
However, his memories were still sealed, and it would likely take some time to fully understand.
"It really is a complex world. As a transmigrator, I truly have no advantages at all," Johnny couldn't help but sigh.
"You seem to know these two?"
A slightly capable voice sounded behind Johnny.
Johnny turned around and found that it was Shabella standing not far from him, looking at him. He had been standing in front of this photo for a bit too long, which had caught her attention.
"Just thinking about some things."
Johnny answered casually, not revealing anything.
Shabella looked at Johnny with some suspicion. "Frank and the others are looking for you downstairs."
After saying this, Shabella turned and walked downstairs.
Johnny quickly followed. He and Shabella had nothing to talk about.
Upon reaching the first floor, he found that the several old agents had already finalized their plan. After seeing Johnny approach, Frank waved to him.
"According to our intelligence, the Vice President will attend a banquet two days later in Orleans, Louisiana. We plan to use this as a breakthrough point."
Frank explained to Johnny.
"So, this means we have to go back to the United States?" Johnny frowned slightly, which was not unacceptable.
"Don't worry, as for weapons and such, we will arrange them separately once we arrive in the United States," Frank thought it was because of the weapons. "You don't need to worry about that."
Since Frank had said so, Johnny also expressed no objection, and so a special operation was decided upon.
At this moment, at the headquarters of the Italian Mafia, Giana looked at the four elderly elders sitting before her, a subtle sneer playing on her lips.
"So the four of you have come here, hoping that I can reallocate power, is that right?" Giana sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, her gaze like a knife as she stared at the four old men.
The four old men were not at all afraid of Giana's gaze; instead, one of them squinted his eyes and stared at Giana.
"You need to understand one thing: you were able to sit in the position of Mafia leader and become the head of the family because the four of us pushed you from behind, not because you sat in this position by your own ability." The old man named Gibbs spoke with disdain and belittlement.
Giana paid no attention to his words. "When I was crowned as the family head, none of you came out to stop it. As for you all casting the same vote, hmph, are you sure you all cast a 'yes' vote?"
"Enough! Giana, you need to understand the situation. The Mafia now is not a one-person rule where you have absolute power. Without our support, you are nothing."
Another old man named Andrew shouted loudly. In his opinion, Giana was just a junior, a junior with some tricks, how could she speak to them like this?
The other two old men, though silent, revealed expressions in their eyes that were entirely consistent with the other two, only their movements of twirling their rings betrayed their thoughts.
Giana shifted into a more comfortable position, then looked at them. "If I'm not mistaken, you've already sent people to kill Night Demon's disciple, haven't you? Attempting to raise your prestige even higher."
When Giana said this, the faces of the four old men before her changed slightly, but they still maintained an air of having victory in their grasp.
"I regret to inform you that Night Owl, Night Demon's disciple, is not an easy target. The two waves of assassins you sent have already been dealt with by him." Giana's hands were clasped on her knees, her body leaning slightly forward, as she stared at the four old men before her.
"If you underestimate others too much, you're the ones who will suffer in the end, you know." With that, Giana stood up and walked towards the door. As she reached the doorway, she paused.
"Since you've retired, then retire honestly and don't interfere with gang matters anymore, otherwise, hands will be cut off!"
Giana's eyes were icy when she said this, but she didn't look back, continuing to walk forward.
It wasn't until Giana's figure completely disappeared outside the door that the old man named Andrew slammed the table fiercely.
"Hmph, too arrogant, completely disregarding us!"
Andrew's expression was exceptionally ferocious.
Gibbs also looked displeased, because the second wave of assassins was sent by him, and he still had no news of those two assassins, yet Giana knew everything clearly.
He understood perfectly what this implied.
This was Giana's warning, and her final ultimatum.
Although the other two old men didn't speak, their eyes already showed signs of backing down. They exchanged glances and slowly shook their heads.
Then, the two of them simultaneously stood up and said to Gibbs and Andrew, "Forget it, we don't want to participate in this game anymore. We are old, let's just retire peacefully."
After speaking, the two old men, disregarding Gibbs and Andrew's dissuasion, strode towards the door.
One of the old men paused at the door, turned to the two and said, "Sometimes, appropriately relinquishing power might lead to a perfect old age."
After saying this, he left without looking back, leaving only Gibbs and Andrew sitting on the sofa, their expressions still grim.
"Damn it, these assassins are too weak, they can't even handle someone who hasn't even fully matured."
Andrew slammed the table, shouting angrily.
Gibbs was also very annoyed by this, but there was nothing he could do.
Then the two exchanged glances. "It seems we'll have to send that guy."
"But that guy is a bit uncontrollable."
Andrew was a bit worried, but Gibbs said, "Just tell that guy that the target is Night Demon's disciple, and he'll go."
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