When Dragon Balls Descend Upon Marvel

In the meeting room, a massive electronic screen divided into twelve smaller sections lit up, each screen corresponding to a High Table Elder. As the video conference connected, one by one, the elders appeared onscreen.

Ultimately, only nine of the twelve screens activated. The other three belonged to the Elders who had been attacked and were now missing.

Everyone present looked solemn.

Elder Maketoum was the first to speak:

"Everyone, after years of silence, the Assassin Brotherhood has once again targeted us, attacking three of our own simultaneously."

"The High Table stands on the edge of survival, and we all understand the methods of the Assassin Brotherhood."

A Russian-looking elder responded coldly:

"If they want war, then let it be war. The High Table fears no power."

The Elder representing the Mafia added:

"Let's retaliate. If we don't, they'll soon be knocking at our door."

Once the Elders had voiced their agreement, Maketoum continued:

"These are the recordings sent by the three Elders during their distress calls. Soon you will see that I'm not exaggerating."

Footage from Komora, Glermont, and Casablanca began playing on the respective screens. As they watched, the members clearly recognized the unique shooting style of the Assassin Brotherhood.

"It really is them."

One Asian Elder's face shifted in surprise:

"Are we sure the footage from Casablanca isn't fake? Not even Captain America could withstand that kind of close-range submachine gunfire."

In the video, Smith Dole endured three submachine guns blasting at him as he charged and killed the attackers.

The others turned their eyes toward the footage. Silence followed.

The Mafia Elder broke it:

"No wonder the Brotherhood dares to challenge us. They've got a secret weapon."

Maketoum then asked:

"Could they have recreated the Super Soldier Serum?"

The room fell silent again.

The Asian Elder spoke up:

"If that's true and they've given the serum to all their people, we might as well give up. We're done."

Though grim, no one disagreed.

Just one Captain America had turned Hydra inside out. If the entire Assassin Brotherhood were like him, the High Table wouldn't stand a chance.

Maketoum cut in:

"Even if we wanted to surrender, do you think they'd let us live?"

"They see themselves as the world's janitors."

He continued:

"Based on the footage, only Smith Dole seems to possess Captain America-level abilities. The others, while formidable, showed no signs of that enhancement. Their casualties were also significant."

"So, I believe Smith Dole is an exception."

Another Elder countered:

"And what if he's just the prototype? What then?"

Maketoum's voice turned colder:

"Then we're screwed. Pick a nice plot for your grave."

"But before we die, we'll make them bleed."

The Russian Elder asked:

"What do you propose?"

Maketoum replied:

"Did you notice in the footage? Even Smith Dole had to dodge grenades. His body has limits."

"If we pool our resources and focus on killing him first—and no new super soldiers appear—we can shift the tide."

The Russian Elder nodded:

"I support this."

The Mafia Elder added:

"I support this."

All the remaining Elders agreed. Their only chance was to strike hard and fast before the enemy created more enhanced warriors.

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Elsewhere.

New York Continental Hotel.

Without John Wick's support, Winston couldn't resist the High Table's envoys and Zero.

The heavily armored attackers were nearly impossible to kill. Winston's loyalists were slaughtered quickly. Especially without John Wick sniping them, Zero and his students were unstoppable.

The High Table enforcers breached Winston's safehouse. The Adjudicator walked in, ready to pass final judgment.

"Winston, no one defies the High Table."

"You broke the rules. You lack the power to oppose us."

Winston sighed. He had lost.

Without John as his spearhead, his men couldn't hold back the onslaught. The Assassin Brotherhood hadn't diverted attention away from the Adjudicator either.

"I lost. I accept the punishment," Winston said bitterly.

The Adjudicator replied:

"You rebelled against the High Table. I will separate your soul from your flesh."

Zero stepped forward and beheaded Winston, taking the head with him.

Compared to the swift success of the Adjudicator, Killa's faction was nearly annihilated.

After breaching the Textile Factory, Mr. X activated bullet time and rampaged through the High Table soldiers. His precision and deadly skill left them in chaos.

Cain didn't even have time to use his full strength. A single bullet curved through his "safe zone" and pierced his skull. He had miscalculated the physics of the Assassin Brotherhood's signature technique.

As for Crucifix and the Gunsmith, their missions went smoothly. Glermont had dispatched most of his elites earlier, leaving his base defenseless. Komora, already weakened by previous assaults from John Wick, also fell quickly.

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(End of Chapter)

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