Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Wu Fu said solemnly. "After all, the newcomer also helped the Brotherhood save Tang Wei and obtained these technologies. Such an outstanding talent cannot die so easily in the hands of the Templar Order."

"I want to go too!" Tang Wei raised his hand to signal, but the next second he was frightened by the vicious eyes of the two big guys in front of him and retracted his hand.

"In your current state, if Asura regains consciousness, it will be even more troublesome." Basim said coldly, "The above have already said that it is not convenient to intervene in this matter. After all, we have not openly discussed it. Break up with the old American."

"What about Chen Yan?" Tang Wei punched the bed angrily. "Are we going to give up on him? He is our compatriot!"

"What do you think is the purpose of me asking Lao Ye to contact old friends?" Bassim rolled his eyes, "Where he is now, the Continental Hotel can't chase him down."

"But... what they said above is 'You can't help in the official name'." The corners of Basim's mouth raised slightly. "If you don't admit it, don't deny it, it's too advanced to be displayed. Do you think... it's only applicable to our military products?"

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On a farm in Texas, a handsome old man over fifty years old was currently in the basement, holding a hammer and pounding the floor. The cement-paved floor was now full of cracks, but he was still pounding hard. His heavy breathing meant that he had been pounding for a long time and was a little exhausted.

"Da da da."

There was a slight knocking sound in the basement corridor.

"Long time no see, how is Mia?"

"boom!"

The old handsome guy didn't look back, but hit him hard again, completely smashing through the floor.

"It's good. Life in Yan country is still very peaceful." The visitor smiled slightly and said, "Long time no see, John."

"Hello, Kane." John Wick gasped and threw the hammer aside, turning to look at the figure behind him wearing sunglasses, holding a guide stick in one hand, and a silver suitcase in the other. "Has it started yet?"

"Actually, it should have started two hours ago." The smile on Kane's face remained unchanged, "I just came to visit an old friend, so I won't let you destroy the basement."

"That young man looks a lot like me." John sighed, and struggled to take out the box buried deep in the ground. When he opened it, he saw that it was half full of Continental Hotel gold coins, and a bunch of powerful-looking coins. Not a small amount of munitions. "Wesley said that the training went well, but there was still not enough time."

"Why, the famous [Night Stalker] is coming back to the world?" Kane said with a half-smile, "I thought you liked life on the farm."

"Too long calm will wear away one's will." John took out a pistol from the box, filled the magazine, and pulled the bolt. "Besides, what does the person John Wick killed have anything to do with me, Jonathan Jovonovich?"

"So, I brought you a gift." Kane chuckled and slowly put down the suitcase in his hand. "I hope you're not out of shape."

John took the suitcase doubtfully and opened it. Inside, there was a complete black suit.

"This is the latest style, and the bulletproof performance is still very good." Kane looked at John's satisfied look and said with a smile. "Human beings, you always have to miss the past, don't you?"

After carrying the suitcase upstairs, John walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.

Today, I am getting older, and my beard that has never been trimmed is now very thick. He used a razor to trim his overly long beard, and then lathered his face. With one stroke of the razor in his hand, he shaved off the stubble, revealing the still handsome face under the beard.

The upper body of the suit is arranged, and on the left wrist is a mechanical watch with the surface facing down. John washed his hair a little and pushed his messy mid-length hair back. He felt something seemed to be in the inner pocket of his suit. He took it out and saw that it was a pair of long and narrow sunglasses. He thought for a moment and slowly put the sunglasses on.

The Night Stalker is back.

Kane was waiting in the living room. Seeing John come out fully armed, he smiled slightly and said, "So, shall we set off?"

John Wick's serious face also had the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a deep voice slowly sounded.

"Yeah..."

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The heavy snowfall in Siberia continues, and a secret military base is covered with snow.

On the balcony, a mature woman was holding a glass of red wine and admiring the snowy scenery.

The electric door of the military base slowly opened, and a dazzling light emitted from inside. Then, a man in a suit and leather shoes walked out. The source of the dazzling light was his shiny bald head.

"Good afternoon, No. 47."

The mature woman was still admiring the beautiful scenery and did not look back because she was afraid of being dazzled in the eyes.

"Good afternoon, Miss Burnwood."

The bald man said, standing next to the mature woman and looking into the distance.

"The Continental Hotel has announced the reward for the newcomer." Diana Burnwood said slowly, "Over in the Yan Kingdom, Bassim has sent us an invitation to go to the Czech Republic to assist members of the Assassin's League in intercepting Chase the Continental Hotel killer to buy the newcomer time."

"Time." No. 47 said with a somewhat unnatural expression.

"Seven days." Diana was extremely serious at this moment, "The fastest, it will take seven days."

"I understand, I'll leave now." No. 47 nodded, then turned and left.

Diana looked at the endless snowfield with a look of worry in her eyes.

"This time, the God of Death...can he successfully recruit people?"

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"Yes, a reward has been issued. If the killer Chen Yan dies, the 'takeaway team' of the Continental Hotel will go to collect the body."

In the manager's office of the Continental Hotel in New York, Akiko Shimazu is holding a phone and reporting something.

"Your movements are much faster than Mr. Winston, Miss Shimazu, thank you." Otto Berg's voice came on the phone, "It seems that I made the right choice. I am glad that you can be one of us." Member, Miss Shimazu."

"You're welcome, this is what I should do." Shimazu Akiko said softly, but her eyes were extremely cold. She looked at the desk that now belonged to her. On that desk, there was a Ring with the "Seal of Cain". "Then, I'll go to work first, and I'll arrange for the killer to go to Prague as soon as possible."

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Shimazu." Otto Berg's voice was full of relief, "May the Father of Insight guide us."

"May the Father of Insight guide us." Akiko Shimazu repeated Otto's words in a pattern, picked up the emblem of the Knights Templar Order on the table, and when she heard Otto hang up the phone, she Take a breath and turn off your phone screen.

The dusk sunlight lengthened her shadow, as if enveloped by a hood and cloak. She spoke with a sneer on her face.

"Sometimes, the obedience that comes with power is just a disguise before betrayal, Mr. Berg."