Infinite Journey to the World of American Comics

Zero, who had all his men dead, finally learned the lesson. He no longer needed a knife. He was moving in an S-shape to guard against the weapons that Richard might throw out at any time, while preparing to hit him directly. Motorcycles were made of leather and iron. , a random traffic accident can easily lead to a car crash and death. When he had to use a knife to kill people or complete the task, he chose the latter.

bang

No matter how awesome Richard is, he can't stop someone's motorcycle from hitting a motorcycle. However, the three of them are not ordinary people. Although the two cars collided, the three of them still used the method of rolling to relieve the force to reduce the injuries suffered.

Zero struggled to stand up, took out a pistol from his clothes and walked slowly towards John and the others. The only weapon in Richard's hand was thrown away in the accident just now. When John saw this posture, he hurriedly pressed it with one hand. On the steps of the hotel.

"Sir, please put down your weapons."

Just when Zero raised his pistol, a voice came from the hotel steps. He looked up and saw Charon, who had been in charge of hotel reception, appearing there at some point.

"They are the people that the high table wants to kill." Zero looked at Charon coldly, but still did not dare to shoot.

"His hands are already within the confines of the Continental. Unless you want to be like him, I suggest you put the gun down."

"Then he's definitely not here."

Ling pointed the gun at Richard in anger, but found that he had already put his feet away.

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"Okay, now he's here too."

Zero stared at Charon angrily for a few seconds before putting down his gun. No matter what, this was the rule and he didn't dare to violate it.

"I want to see the manager." John breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and said to Charon.

"Of course, please come with me." Charon smiled and nodded to John, opened the door of the hotel, and saw John and Richard both going in, and Zero followed suit.

Unfortunately, it was useless to follow them. Charon took John directly into the executive lounge, which is the so-called manager's office.

There are three floors here: stairs, platforms, showcases, and walls. They are all transparent. Coupled with the light and shadow played on the background wall, it has a modern art feel.

"We only use this place under special circumstances, when we need to see clearly what the other party is holding." In this environment, there was no sense of distance. They could see Winston from a long distance away. Old man.

"Hi Winston, nice to see you again."

Looking at the enthusiastic Richard, Winston couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I heard that you killed another high table."

"Yeah, I just killed him this morning." Richard found a sofa and sat down nonchalantly.

"When I see you, I feel old. When will the distinguished Chairman of the High Table die like an ordinary person?"

"In fact, I think they are no different from ordinary people. For those of us who fight on the front line all day long, it's really the same. Right, John."

"Winston, I'm sorry for bringing you into this."

"No, I have been involved for a long time, ever since that bastard Sandino killed his sister." Winston smiled. The honest John might not be able to see it, but this mysterious Richard must know. This is also the reason why he has always been confident. Unfortunately, this guy is too mysterious, and he has not been able to find out his true identity through all the channels, so he might as well make everything clear.

"The high table gives you 7 days"

"Yes, but it seems they don't want to wait any longer." Winston looked behind John. The tall, frigid woman was walking down the stairs. No need to ask, she already knew from Zero. The news of John's arrival came.

"Mr. Vic, Mr. Richard, it's nice to meet you two." The woman greeted Richard and the others first, then targeted Winston, "Have you decided to abdicate?"

"No, I have decided not to abdicate."

"Very good." The woman nodded coldly, turned around and picked up the phone.

"Administrative department, I want to initiate a commission. New York, Continental Hotel, out of service."

On the other end of the phone, in a mysterious place that no one knows where it is, is the administrative department of the High Table Organization. Groups of women wearing pink OL uniforms, but covered with tattoos and various accessories are busy. Here, The old file bags, typewriters, and DOS computers give this place a decayed and old feel.

Soon, a woman held a document bag and placed it in front of the old woman who was answering the phone. The old woman opened the document and confirmed that it was from the New York Continental Hotel. She stamped a scarlet seal on it and picked up the receiver. .

"The Continental Hotel New York is now closed. Goodbye."

The adjudicator hung up the phone and looked back at the three of them, "Gentlemen, the organization here has been shut down and you can do business in the Continental Hotel. Since Mr. Winston refused to abdicate and you have done something unforgivable, Your lives have now been forfeited, and envoys from the High Table are arriving to oversee the removal of your souls from your bodies. Have a good night, gentlemen."

After saying this, the adjudicator smiled slightly, turned and left.

"This woman deserves a beating."

"It's a pity that there are many people under Gaodaizhu who deserve a beating like her."

"Okay, then what is the High Table Special Envoy she is talking about? I am a newbie and don't know much about this."

"The troops directly under Gaodaizhu have the most stringent selection standards, high-intensity training, and the best weapons. Currently, they have no record of failure." John explained to Richard.

"Your information is a bit outdated. After you retired, their equipment has been upgraded twice. The stronger protection capability is enough to withstand 90.00% of existing firearms. Therefore, you need new guns, many new guns. Winston added, and then walked forward, "Let's go, gentlemen, now, the entire New York Continental Hotel is open for you, you enjoy all services."

Taking the elevator to the bottom floor of the hotel, Winston took them to a historic room. There were several stern-faced men outside the room. Those who could guard this place were all Winston's loyal confidants. Of course, Charon is with them, like a competent salesman.

"For the enemy this time, I recommend the STI2011 Combat Master to both of you. Combined with the nine-millimeter magazine, it is enough to cause damage to the enemy. There is also this AA12 shotgun. I personally think it is very consistent with Mr. Richard's combat characteristics. ..”

Just when Charon was recommending weapons to Richard and the others, there was also a wave of check-outs in the hotel lobby. There was no way, all the killers received the text message that this place was closed. They all knew that this meant that this place was about to be closed. It's going to be a battlefield with no bones left.