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'boom! '

With the roar, Laika drove his new car and parked outside the main entrance lobby of the Continental Hotel.

Continental and his friends were shocked!

There is only one thought in everyone's mind...

John Wick, who has just avenged the dog, has not killed enough yet and wants to come back to continue...

It wasn't until they saw clearly that it was Laika coming out of the car that everyone relaxed.

Hey, this is what I want.

"Mr. Scott, are you buying this car to inherit the mantle of John Wick's Daredevil?"

Laika turned around and looked.

The person who spoke was the front desk manager of the Continental Hotel.

Charon!

A gentle African, he also has a lot of skills.

Although he is said to be the front desk manager, he actually does everything. Winston, the store manager, regards him as his right-hand man and values ​​him very highly.

Laika shrugged: "I didn't think too much about inheriting the mantle. Someone gave me this car and I took it. It's that simple."

Charon smiled: "Who is so generous and so tasteful?"

"Sloane from the Mutual Aid Society!"

Laika is straightforward.

It's one thing to take gifts from competitors, but it's completely different to take gifts from competitors and not report them.

Those who don’t know think you have connections with foreign countries.

So speak up early to avoid being judged by jealous colleagues later.

Surprisingly, after hearing Laika's words, Charon immediately fell into deep thought.

"What's wrong? Am I not suitable to accept his gift?"

"Well...it's really inappropriate at this sensitive time..."

After thinking for a while, Charon suddenly said: "Laika, I want to take you to see the store manager."

Laika was slightly startled: "Winston?"

"Yes, he was originally planning to find a time to meet you in the near future, but it seems that he has to bring it forward."

Laika slightly felt that things were a bit complicated.

But it doesn't matter, there's nothing complicated that a gun can't solve.

"No problem. If he wants to see me anytime, I will let him see me anytime."

"Then let's go now."

Charon was a little anxious. After handing Laika's car keys to the parking attendant, he led Laika into the Continental Hotel.

He walked all the way through the lobby and entered the store manager's private elevator.

The elevator went up very slowly, which is standard for powerful people.

Slow down, everything becomes more formal.

"Can you tell me the situation in advance so that I won't slander you later?" Laika asked.

Charon smiled meaningfully: "Sloan giving you a car means that he has discovered some secrets of our council."

"confidential?"

"It's better to wait until the store manager tells you in person. Don't worry. Generally speaking, it's a good thing."

"That's fine."

After a brief silence, the elevator finally arrived.

The entire top floor is Winston's office, which is extremely luxuriously decorated, showing his distinguished status as the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York.

Behind the huge bookshelf, a figure stood with his hands behind his hands, seeming to be selecting books and thinking.

"The store manager."

After a while, the store manager Winston turned his head and showed a kind smile when he saw Laika.

"Good evening Mr. Scott, the Council thanks you for all your hard work."

"I have been loyal and I will obey."

This is the standard opening salute of the Board of Directors. Although Laika doesn't like this in the bottom of his heart, he still has to deal with it when facing the dignified manager of the Continental Hotel in New York.

He tried his best not to sound contemptuous, but he didn't know whether it would succeed or not.

Winston smiled and nodded, then turned to Charon: "Why bring Mr. Scott here now?"

Charon walked up to Winston and whispered a few words. Winston listened quietly, his smiling expression unchanged.

"I understand, please let me talk to Mr. Scott alone."

Charon bowed slightly and took the elevator to leave.

"Mr. Scott, what do you want to drink?"

"The bourbon looks good."

"Wise choice."

While Winston poured the wine, Laika sat down on the sofa and leaned back comfortably.

"I should have recounted your deeds over the past six months and praised you a few times."

Winston handed the wine glass to Laika, "But a truly strong man does not need to be praised. His reputation will naturally spread throughout the earth."

Damn, it's so convoluted, so docile, and it's all nonsense.

Laika didn't like it.

So just don't respond.

Winston continued: "So if you don't mind, please allow me to get straight to the point."

"It's really good. I don't like to be sloppy either." Laika raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp.

Damn it, what kind of ghost wine.

It tastes better than the one in the bar downstairs.

"Mr. Scott, how much do you know about mutual aid societies?" Winston asked.

Laika wasn't too surprised.

I'm here tonight, isn't it because Sloan from the mutual aid association gave me a car?

"The Mutual Aid Association is another killer organization in New York. Its headquarters is in the western suburbs of the city. It has several awesome people under its umbrella."

"anything else?"

"They have a loom that can slightly predict the future. The loom keeps spitting out names of people, basically scum who are about to cause great harm to society."

Laika gestured with his hand like a pistol, "Then people from the mutual aid association will assassinate him."

As for the fact that Sloan had already hidden it from his subordinates and no longer formulated assassination targets according to the loom's list, Laika felt that he would not say anything.

His instinct told him that Winston knew.

"Well said, kill one, save a thousand, this is the motto of the mutual aid association."

Winston poured another glass for Laika, "I know that you and the Mutual Aid Association had some minor disputes before."

"Yes, Sloan sent people to kill my friend, but they failed. Instead, he lost two generals."

The gunsmith rushed to the street, and the Firefox was imprisoned by Mr. Smith in the wine cellar of his restaurant.

For reasons beyond this world, Laika gave the Smiths full control over Firefox's life and death.

"By the way, store manager, I also have to thank you for persuading Sloan in court a few days ago, which saved me a lot of trouble."

"No, I have to thank you for giving me a chance to show off to Sloan."

There was a hint of sinisterness in Winston's smile, "This will make things easier to handle later on."

"What happens next?"

"Yes, you also know that the Council has been recruiting other killer organizations over the years."

Laika nodded: "I know, the company that Mr. and Mrs. Smith used to belong to was absorbed three years ago."

That was before he joined the Council.

Winston then asked: "Then do you know what happens to those killer organizations that do not accept our recruitment?"

Laika shrugged: "Those who follow me will prosper and those who go against me will perish."

"exactly."

Laika understood: "The Mutual Aid Association is the next and the last target to be included in New York?"

"Well... you can say that I was planning to tell you this in a few days."

Laika was slightly startled: "Why do you tell me?"

Winston stared at Laika, the smile on his lips gradually widening.

"I would like to appoint you as the Inquisitor of the Continental Hotel in New York. You will be solely responsible for the incorporation of the Mutual Aid Association on behalf of the Council."