I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

"Welcome to the Continental Hotel."

This is a hotel in London.

A man with a suitcase came here. He looked around the hotel, as if he was very interested in this place.

The front desk is a gentleman with scrupulous black hair.

He smiled and said, "How can I help you, sir?"

"Oh, ah, wait a minute." The man with the suitcase had a very friendly smile. He opened the suitcase, took out a recruitment document from it and handed it to the front desk, "I have received the recruitment information."

"Mr. Greg." The receptionist took over and looked at it. After confirming that it was correct, he smiled and said to the waiter passing by: "Dicky, take this gentleman to the boss."

Dickie nodded, motioning for Greg to follow him.

After he left, the front desk called.

"Boss, your applicant has arrived."

"Okay, Fu."

The phone hangs up, and a new customer arrives at the front desk.

The man was panting heavily, his body was still stained with blood, and there was a wound on his hand that was accidentally made with a knife. This is a mistake made by unprofessionals.

Ah Fu didn't change his expression, he smiled and said, "How can I help you?"

"I need you to help me dispose of the corpse!" the man whispered, still looking around in panic.

People in the hotel lobby turned a blind eye to him, and some whispered to the people next to them and laughed mockingly.

He was like a child who got into trouble and ran over to ask for help. Ah Fu smiled and motioned the man to approach.

The man approached the front desk, and Ah Fu grabbed his head and pressed him against the counter.

There was a close contact between his head and the table, and his neck felt a chill. It was a dagger that could kill him, pulled out of his pocket.

"Please, don't kill me!"

The fear of death makes a man scream and cry like a little daughter-in-law.

Ah Fu lost his smile, he leaned closer to the man, and said in an angry voice trying not to lose his manners: "Listen, if you want dinner service, you can call, this is a hotel, not a little hooligan. Help him after trouble." A place to wash your ass."

"Now, before I take out the pistol in the drawer, get out as fast as you can."

After finishing speaking, Ah Fu let go of the man's hair, adjusted his clothes slowly, and said with a smile, "Welcome next time."

The man ran out of the hotel rolling and crawling.

Ah Fu took out a tissue and wiped his hands.

There are always some idiots coming to the newly opened hotel.

Those little gangsters who caused trouble thought that this was where they ran amok.

There are no rules at all.

Taking out a pistol from the drawer and loading a bullet, Ah Fu silently counted down the time.

"Three, two, one..."

The door of the hotel was opened, and the man who ran out just now got more and more angry, returned to the car, took out a pistol and came back.

He shot towards the ceiling and roared angrily: "Who are you, I, go and dispose of the corpse for me, in..."

"boom!"

There was a blood hole between the eyebrows, and the man fell backwards.

Ah Fu dialed the phone, "One dinner."

After a while, the fallen body was dragged away, and the blood on the ground was cleaned up.

Everything returns to how it was before.

...

"I'm here to apply for an administrator. To be honest, I didn't expect to be in this kind of place."

Greg, who was taken away, talked to Dicky with a smile on his face.

It's a pity that Dicky was expressionless and didn't respond to him.

After walking for a while, Greg stopped and said, "I'm sorry, but I think there might be something wrong with my morning sandwich."

He covered his stomach with an apologetic face, and Dicky understood what he meant instantly.

Taking Greg to the toilet, he stood outside and continued to be expressionless.

Greg in the toilet unscrews a portable talking device from the sole of his shoe.

"I saw at least thirteen wanted criminals appear in the hotel."

Greg recalled the people he saw in the hotel lobby, and he said to the call device: "Are you sure you want me to stay with a transparent person?"

"A man who controls London's underground and owns a dozen hotels suddenly becomes merciful?"

The voice on the other end of the device said: "Watson Wake is not simple, do you remember his sudden disappearance?"

"None of us know how he moved, there isn't any underground access near him."

"He just appeared at the station hundreds of miles away without warning, and brought his wife back with a smile on his face."

The person over there continued: "This guy has an extremely smart mind. You need to seize this opportunity. This will be the best opportunity to know the secret of Watson Wake."

"The UK blocked an incident about him. You have also read the report. The open fire explosion caused by the gas leak? Maja Fake, there is not even a gas pipeline in that place!"

"Investigate him thoroughly, figure out what he is going to do, and you have to be his closest person."

"What about those wanted criminals?" Greg asked.

"This is a deal between the government and them to maintain an underground order, and many things can be ignored."

"Well, I see." Greg now wondered if his boss would send him a bottle of lubricating oil even if he knew that Watson Wick was going to sleep him.

As a professional agent, Greg finished the call and walked out of the toilet again.

He teased Dickie with his usual face, he shouldn't have left the sandwich until the next day.

Soon they were in a room on the top floor of the hotel.

Dickie knocked on the door and went in.

Greg locked onto the couch at first sight.

Sitting there was a man with a deep expression, rubbing a delicate golden ball with his fingers.

"Watson Wake." Greg silently recalled the document that arrived at the bureau when the hotel was established.

A man who became a transparent person turned himself into the gray between black and white.

His bold actions led to the birth of the underground kingdom, and in the past few years, he wiped out all hostility with thunderous and cruel methods.

And before he showed his hands and feet, no one believed that a financial manager had such a feat.

Even the former Wallace family didn't expect it.

Such a person must be planning an even more terrifying plan in his mind at this moment.

Is it to further monopolize the underground?

Which country do you want to attack?

Or election meddling?

Greg felt his own pressure was intensified by seeing Watson.

"Oh, Dickie, then you must be Greg."

Watson was thinking about what to eat today.

When he saw the person he was recruiting, he stood up with a smile and shook hands with Greg.

Greg was nervous inside, but his face was full of enthusiasm as usual, as if there was no difference between the applicants.

The fear of Watson in my heart is even higher.

"There is no trace of switching. If I don't know who he is, I'm afraid I will think he is a kind-hearted middle-class."

The heart sounded the alarm for Watson's unaffected performance.

Greg pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Hi, Mr. Wick, I didn't expect to meet here."

"Oh, this is my hotel." Watson finished speaking and looked at Greg.

Greg reacted, opened the suitcase, took out his resume, and handed it to Watson respectfully.

Watson opened it and looked at it casually, and was very satisfied with the resume.

After all, this is a perfect resume made after the Bureau attached great importance to it.

"The only question." Watson put it down after reading the resume, and then looked at Greg's appearance, "Are you a person who can keep secrets?"

Greg's heart trembled, could it be that he saw through his identity?

He pretended to be calm and said with a smile, "I think I can, Mr. Wick."

After all, this is one of the few times when a son needs to ask his father, but there is no meaning of asking between the lines.

Watson naturally cheered up.

His gaze inspected, making Greg feel that someone might point a gun to his forehead at any moment.

"You have been admitted." Watson laughed. "I think you know where the work is."

"Although it's strange, I hope you don't mention the location of that place outside."

Watson smiled mysteriously, "I wish you a happy work."

Greg smiled, "I will, boss."

Watson patted Greg's hand, looked down at his leather shoes, and said casually, "Your shoes are good."

"However, it's better not to touch such extravagant leather shoes."

Watson remembered the work experience of the other party. To buy such shoes, he might have to save up for several months.

Such behavior seemed irrational to him, and Greg held his breath.

Greg walked out of the room and couldn't help exhaling the breath he was holding.

Wiping off his cold sweat, he wondered what Watson saw.

Looking down at the shoes, he felt that Watson was hinting at his secret agent.

"That's right, as someone who dares to make himself transparent, he should be prepared to be approached by agents."

Greg left the hotel and drove to the address of the orphanage.

He couldn't help but said, "You know I'm an agent and you dare to let me go there, what kind of confidence do you have?"

Arrive at the orphanage.

He looked up at what looked more like a school.

"Silver Hand Angel Welfare Home."

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