North American detective: From scoundrel to god among men

Chapter 78 The Assassins of the Sahara Desert

"My two friends need not worry about it."

Shimazu Koji looked coldly at Inuyama Rei, who was kneeling on the ground, through the mirror, and said indifferently:

"He was just a traitor who should have died long ago. This was his fate, the destiny of a wandering swordsman."

"I'm sorry you two had to see this. Please come to the tea room for a chat."

Shimazu Akira stood beside Inuyama's cold corpse, staring blankly at him.

Seeing her like this, Shimazu Koji turned his face away, his smile vanishing instantly, and he angrily said in a harsh voice:

"What are you all standing there for! Throw this guy out!"

"Don't do anything, let Ms. Shimazu Akira handle it herself."

When Shimazu Koji faced Titus and the other man again, his impeccable smile returned.

Titus and John seem to have witnessed the end of the 100-episode samurai tragedy, unless there's a more exciting revenge plot to follow.

Inuyama Rei likes a girl, and Shimazu Akira seems to like Inuyama Rei. She receives her father's order to kill her rival in a legitimate way.

In the end, Inuyama Rei was killed by Shimazu Koji through Titus.

Would she kill her father...?

They can't just kill me, can they? I gave Ms. Shimazu a good dressing down as she requested, and even generously left her with a breath left.

Titus thought listlessly that he didn't care whether Inuyama Rei lived or died; after all, Inuyama was just a stranger he had met by chance.

John not only had a friend, but also had usefulness to him, so he had no reason to break ties with Koji Shimazu.

As for the fact that he was used by Shimazu Koji to eliminate Inuyama Rei...

This is the only thing that Tetus cares about, and it can be used as leverage in future negotiations or as leverage.

He is not the kind of person whose emotions outweigh his reason, and who resorts to ruthless decisiveness at the slightest inconvenience.

He lives authentically in this world and respects the choices of every life.

As long as he doesn't cross the line in Titus's mind, Titus will at most teach him a lesson and slap him across the face.

Why would a high and mighty god bother to crush a hardworking ant?

Lost in thought, the three of them entered the tea room.

Koji Shimazu bowed again to serve tea to his two friends, his posture perfectly bent.

Koji Shimazu took a sip of tea and began to speak:

"Rest assured, Mr. Jack, I will challenge Marquis Vincent de Gramont to a High Table duel in the name of the Yakuza."

"At that time, you will participate in the duel as the number one person in the Yakuza, and you will obtain Mr. Gramon's marquisate after winning."

Titus drank the tea in one gulp and said:

"In that case, we will not disturb you any longer."

Shimazu Koji raised his hand to stop him and said:

"Please wait a moment!"

"But there's still one problem..."

Meeting the questioning gazes of Titus and John, Shimazu Koji slowly said:

"A duel at the high table must pass the elders' eyes and be approved by them."

"How did you two, as convicted criminals, obtain the elders' consent?"

John, clearly unaware of this, stared blankly at Titus.

Titus pondered for a moment, then smiled and replied:

"That's easy. We'll offer a condition that the elders can't refuse."

"Come on, John, let's go find the legendary elder."

……

Deep in the Sahara Desert of Morocco.

The word "Sahara" means "great desert" in Arabic, so its real name is the Great Desert.

Titus thought, "Isn't this just a repetition?"

Amidst the endless yellow sand, the horizon was blurred, and the two sat one after the other on a dark coal mining train crossing the Sahara Desert.

John asked, puzzled:

"Why would we choose such an unusual mode of transportation, hitching a ride on a train halfway through the journey? Are we short of a few coins?"

As he spoke, he covered his mouth and nose tightly with a towel.

"Bro, you don't understand. The coal mine train is a must-do in the Sahara!"

"Everyone complained about how dirty it was when they arrived, but once they actually got to the desert, who wouldn't want to take a frantic ride on a coal mine train?"

John felt his mouth and nose filled with flying sand, and he squinted angrily, saying:

"Legend has it that if a person walks into the depths of the Moroccan desert and walks towards the constellation Canis Minor until he is half-dead, the elder will appear."

"We cannot find the elder; we can only wait for him to be willing to see us."

Titus said:

"How come you were left out of 21st-century science education, believing in all sorts of unfounded legends?"

"Worldview guides methodology; we must use a scientific worldview to find the elders."

John questioned:

Tell me your method.

Titus replied:

"The elder is of Moroccan descent, with blood tracing back to the medieval Assassins, and has long resided in Morocco."

"Then why don't we go to the Assassin remnants in Morocco to search? As far as I know, there is only one Assassin remnant in Morocco."

"Isn't this more reliable than a legend that's been around until death?"

John paused for a moment, then immediately noticed the blind spot and asked:

"But what if the elders don't want to see us?"

Titus replied

"That's not up to him anymore, John. Have you forgotten what I used to do?"

"Finding clues and catching murderers is my specialty. As long as something exists, it will inevitably leave traces, and we have this too."

He paused, then took out the Desert Eagle he always carried with him.

……

The two arrived at the Assassin tribe, which was similar to a small town market.

Spices, gems, dried dates, and dried meats mingled with the aroma of roasting sand, permeating the entire market.

As soon as Tatus and his companion entered, they were met with a cold stare from a group of hook-nosed Arabs who were as wary of outsiders as a herd of primitive beasts.

Immediately, the crowd parted to make way, and an elderly man draped in white gauze led a group of armored guards slowly forward, as if one had been transported back to medieval Europe in an instant.

John whispered a reminder:

"These guys don't look like good people... Should I pull out my gun and shoot them?"

Titus shook his head and whispered:

"This means we've come to the right place. Let's not rush, I'll go and test the waters."

After saying that, Titus stepped forward, grabbed a sweet date from a nearby stall, and popped it into his mouth to chew.

He quickly prepared his words and addressed the leading elder:

"We were lost travelers in the Sahara who stumbled upon this market."

"We hope to obtain water and food, and to pay homage to the ancient tribal civilization. Are there any temples or shrines here?"

Titus looked at John behind him and added:

"This is my bodyguard. Actually, I'm a traveling archaeologist."

"I've heard that a lost civilization lies hidden deep within the Sahara, so I've been searching for it relentlessly."

The old man didn't respond, but silently pulled a scroll from his loose white sleeve, glanced at it, and then looked at the two of them.

He then held one side of the scroll with one hand, and the other side slowly fell due to gravity, causing the contents of the scroll to slowly unfold towards Titus and the other man.

It was two portraits pieced together on one sheet of paper; the top one was a portrait of Titus, and the bottom one was a portrait of John Wick.

As the scroll was fully unrolled, a group of Arabs surrounded the two men, drawing their swords and revealing their venomous fangs.

It was only then that John realized the importance of the ancient legend.

The old man gently tapped the portrait with his fingers and slowly said:

"The Undertaker of the Brooklyn Bridge - Jack Vizla, The Night Demon - John Wick."

"These are you guys?"