the end of the heavens

Chapter One Thousand and Seven

"Sir, the casualties have been counted."

Caron handed the document to Winston in a cold sweat, and said, "Excluding the adjudicator and the people he brought, a total of 190 six killers died, and no one was injured."

"Where are our people?"

"Except for 74 killers from all over the world, the rest are our people."

Caron said with an ugly face that the New York Continental Hotel suffered heavy losses, and the previous loss of manpower seriously shook Winston's foundation.

Moreover, the arbitrator died at the Continental Hotel in New York, and there was a great possibility that Winston would be dismissed as manager by the High Table in a rage.

When the new manager comes to power, the whole New York will be reshuffled, and there will be chaos for a long time.

"I see."

Winston rubbed his temples. It was bad, but there was nothing he could do.

Thinking of his old friend, John Wick, whom he had placed high hopes on, Winston wondered whether he should make another call, not to ask the other party to kill Russell, but to help him stabilize the country.

"Sir, Death Figures"

"Say!"

"Including the adjudicator and the people he brought, the death toll in the hotel is 230, which is exactly the same as the number of killers who died in the slums before."

Speaking of this, a look of fear flashed across Caron's face: "I don't know if it's a coincidence or an accident. If it's intentional, Mr. He is counting people and killing people."

"I understand."

Winston smiled bitterly, offending someone he shouldn't have offended, and he already regretted taking Stan Phil's order.

But rules are rules, Continental Hotel has no reason to reject an order, besides, when accepting the order, who would have expected such a result.

"Sir, may I ask, is there any reply from the high table?" Caron tentatively asked.

"Are you curious?"

"Yes, after all the adjudicator died in the hotel, I'm worried that you will be implicated, sir."

"I conveyed Officer Russell's words as they were. The twelve managers were very dissatisfied with me, and then increased the reward amount of Officer Russell. The news will soon be distributed to the global killer, a head worth 5 million."

Winston shook his head again and again, and said in fear: "5 million dollars can make everyone crazy, but do they really have the life to earn this money?"

"gentlemen"

"No, there's only this reaction from the high table. I'm curious what will happen next."

Winston closed his eyes and savored the red wine, and said to himself, "Did Officer Russell's bounty continue to rise until the High Table meeting collapsed, or was it a lucky person who earned this sky-high bounty and then died in an accident. "

"It's none of our business, sir, is it?"

"Indeed, they can laugh as much as they like, and I admit I'm a coward."

Tuesday!

Caron rushed into the office with the document, patted it in front of Winston, and smiled blackly: "Sir, good news, the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles has been closed, and all the people inside are dead."

"Caron, watch your tone, this is not good news."

Winston frowned, and looked at his deputy with dissatisfaction: "What do you mean they are all dead? Is my old friend, the hotel manager Thameson, also dead?"

"Yes, including Manager Semeson, a total of 620 people died." Caron said happily.

"Oh, Thameson, you died a terrible death."

Winston showed a sad smile, opened the file and asked while looking at it, "Why are there so many 600 people? Is the price of the hotel in Los Angeles very cheap?"

Cuaron explained: "No, Police Officer Russell stayed in the Los Angeles Hotel for three hours, waiting on the sidelines to kill all the killers who came to the door, but none of the killers who entered the hotel were spared."

"Death of greed, money makes them forget how much they are."

Winston made a comment, and after a while, he frowned and pointed to a black and white photo: "What do you mean, provocative?"

The black-and-white photo shows the desk of Samson, manager of the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles. There is a note on the desk that says Mexico, which is a metaphor for the next concentration of deaths.

"Sir, I'm not very clear about the specific situation, but contacting the Continental Hotel in Mexico City, there are thousands of killers gathered there, as well as local gangsters and major families, led by a manager of the High Table Council. increasing."

Caron was so excited that he was incoherent: "This is an unprecedented move in the underground world. I never imagined that I could see such a scene in my lifetime. It's crazy!"

"Yeah, just because one person is really crazy."

Wednesday!

Winston sat at his desk with a serious face, next to a stunned Cuarón, and the document on the desk told about the fiasco in Mexico City.

According to rough statistics, more than [-] killers died, and the gathered local gangs and various underworld families fled frantically, abandoning their long-term operating sites.

And the organizer, one of the managers of the High Table Council, was uprooted along with his crime family, leaving no one behind.

"If a manager dies, those guys will definitely go crazy."

Winston murmured to himself, and it took him a while to come back to his senses: "Caron, what happened to the Hotel Continental in Mexico City?"

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"Did Officer Russell leave anything behind?"

"Yes, the next stop is Brasilia!"

Thursday!

Another letter was placed on the desk. After a few photos that looked like a battlefield, there was the dilapidated Brasilia Continental Hotel and the heavy casualties.

The [-] dead bodies all had multiple holes in their foreheads, and the wounded fell by themselves or were hit by the loss of their companions.

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Winston and Caron remained silent. According to the latest death figures in Mexico City, more than 5000 people died in just three days.

These people are either hitmen or members of the gangsters and crime families that make up the High Table.

The twelve managers of the High Table Conference lost two more after the Battle of Brasilia, and the current number is 912.

Name: Russell