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Chapter 6 Continental Hotel High Table (new book for collection)
Lost pet cat...

Underage girl who ran away from home...

Suspected cheating husband...

Stolen jewelry...

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Although there were many letters of commission stuffed at the door of the firm, they were basically routine detective work, which did not interest Russell at all.

After quickly browsing through the entrustment letters in his hand, Russell threw these entrustment letters into the trash can.

Let's solve the problem of anonymous calls first!
Russell opened the office cabinet behind him, entered the password, and opened the safe inside.

A few stacks of cash, twenty or thirty gold coins, two pistols, and four magazines.

Of these two pistols, one is HK P30L and the other is Glock 26.

Although Russell has a physique far beyond normal people, when he is a killer, he still prefers to use a pistol instead of rushing up to melee like a berserker.

In order to do a good job as a killer, he also specially learned several different shooting skills.

For example, Mozambique shooting, contact shooting, pointing shooting, CARs shooting and so on.

Times have changed!

This is no longer the era when you can be a killer with a gun.

Professionalism determines how long a killer can live.

He took out the HK P30L and Glock 26 in the safe and checked them. After confirming that there was no problem, Russell put the two guns into the holster and hung them on the belt.

After taking the weapon, he took out two spare magazines and ten gold coins from the safe and put them in his pocket.

After finishing all this, he locked the safe, closed the office door, and took a taxi to the Continental Hotel.

Although he drove over, he had no intention of driving to the hotel by himself.

Continental Hotel.

From the outside it looks like an average hotel at an intersection.

But in fact, here is the base camp of killers in New York.

Regardless of whether it is a direct killer of the Continental Hotel or not, as long as you have the gold coins issued by the "high table" of the management behind the Continental Hotel, you can enter the hotel and enjoy all the services of the hotel.

The Continental Hotel is New York's killer base.

Not only the killers know about this matter, but also the police in New York.

But you know, until now, Russell has not heard of any unlucky guy being caught by the police in the hotel.

To some extent, the Continental Hotel represents security.

If you stay here, you won't worry about the sudden arrival of the police, let alone the assassination of your peers.

But today, Russell came here not to stay, but to inquire about news.

After getting off the taxi, Russell went straight into the hotel.

He didn't go to the front desk to look for the bald black waiter Charon, but came to the secret bar in the hotel basement with ease.

There is a coin slot at the door of the bar.

After taking out a gold coin from his pocket and putting it in, the waiter inside opened the observation window on the door and took a look.

After confirming that Russell was the only one at the door, the waiter opened the door.

The entrance fee is one gold coin!

Although these gold coins were issued and promoted by the high table, the purchasing power of these gold coins has always been a mystery.

Enter the bar, one gold coin.

Find a doctor, one gold coin.

Stay at the hotel, one gold coin
Disposing of a corpse is still a gold coin.

Even if it's just for someone to bring a pet dog to the hotel, it's still a gold coin.

On a larger scale, one gold coin can hire a killer.

To put it in a small way, one gold coin can only be used to take care of a pet dog for a few hours.

Although the purchasing power of these gold coins has always been a mystery, under the promotion of the high table, these gold coins have become hard currency in the killer world.

Speaking of this, I have to talk about the magical organization of the High Table.

The High Table is a killer alliance formed by major gangs from all over the world. It has 12 seats and is headquartered in the desert near Casablanca.

These 12 seats are the management of the high table, which are occupied by forces such as the Camorra, the Mafia, the Glory Society, the Chinese, and the Russians.

Continental Hotel is one of the subsidiaries of High Table.

On the surface, the High Table is united within and united against external enemies.

But in fact, there are undercurrents and intrigues inside.

But none of this has anything to do with Russell.

Although he is the direct killer of the Continental Hotel, he doesn't belong to any faction.

If there is a task that interests him, he will do it.

If not, he will be a private detective who abides by the law and pays taxes on time.

It's not even night yet.

But there are already many customers in the bar.

Among them were several old friends of Russell's.

After nodding to these people, he went straight to the bar and took out a gold coin to the bartender.

"I want a reliable hacker, do you have any recommendations?"

"The hacker organization Rising Tide recently made several sensational cases, do you need to contact me?"

The bartender said while wiping his glass.

Rising tide organization?

The name sounds familiar!

"Okay, let them call me on this number."

After speaking, Russell took out a business card with only a phone number printed on it from his pocket, and put the business card next to the gold coin.

"Yes, Mr. Bradley!"

"Want something to drink?"

The bartender put away the business card and gold coins and said with a smile.

"Stay the same!"

"Okay, sir!"

The bartender took out a wine glass from the bar and poured Russell a glass of Glendrona 18 Year Old Whiskey.

It's kind of funny to say.

Russell has been an assassin for more than two years, and there are quite a few targets who died in his hands.

But it wasn't until this year that he finally reached the legal drinking age.

You can get married at the age of 16 and take a driver's license test, and you can join the army at the age of 18.

But you have to be 21 to legally drink alcohol.

What's even more funny is that this legal provision that people under the age of 21 cannot drink alcohol has different interpretations in different states.

Some states make it illegal to drink and possess alcoholic beverages under the age of 21.

In other states, there is no legislation stating that drinking alcohol under the age of 21 is illegal, only selling alcohol to customers under the age of 21 is illegal.

Even private drinking has different rules in different states.

Some states allow drinking in private, others don't...

Some states allow it in the presence of a guardian, others for religious reasons...

It's just a legal provision on the drinking age, which has been played in different ways by different states.

So sometimes I have to say that it is really a matter of shit luck that the magical country of the United States can become the world's number one power.

Just when Russell was thinking about when the United States would kill itself because of system problems, a tall, good-looking black-haired female killer came and sat down next to him, with her right hand directly on his shoulder.

"Perkins, I have a girlfriend!"

Russell removed the female killer Perkins' right hand from his shoulder, and said slowly.

Perkins can be regarded as his old friend, and they have performed several missions together.

Although most killers are lone rangers, one person's power is limited after all.

When encountering some special tasks, it is inevitable that some partners will be needed.

"I know, but your girlfriend isn't here right now."

"I've seen her, she doesn't look like such a stingy person."

Perkins raised his right hand again, raised Russell's chin with his fingers, and said charmingly.

(End of this chapter)