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

2014, a certain month.

The sky was dark and it was raining lightly. This is a cemetery, where people go after death.

The black coffin was slowly placed into the dug grave by several men in black suits. White flower petals were scattered on the coffin. The long-haired man in the lead had uncontrollable sadness on his face.

"Helen..."

Whispering the name of the woman in the coffin softly, the long-haired man held a black umbrella, with uncontrollable sadness and pain on his face.

"We are gathered here to mourn for Ms. Helen, and please pray with me..."

The priest held a Bible and his voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present.

"Merciful God, you took Helen's soul to you, into eternity, light and joy, among the fellowship of the saints in heaven."

"May our sister rest in peace..."

The funeral ceremony in the West is still very simple. After everyone prays for the deceased, the relatives shovel the soil and bury it themselves.

All the relatives and friends were either talking or saying goodbye and leaving. Only the long-haired man looked like a sculpture, staring blankly at the beautiful woman on the tombstone, his eyes full of pain and memories.

He stood like this until the people around him left the scene, but he was still there.

Not far away, a black car was parked on the side of the road. An old-looking man wearing a woolen coat was holding a black umbrella. He looked at the long-haired man in front of the tombstone and sighed.

The death of a beloved woman from cancer was a heavy blow to the legend of the killer world, John Wick.

For this woman, John killed countless people for the Russian gang leader Vigo Trasov, completed an almost impossible task, and was finally able to retire early.

However, fate is so fond of playing tricks on people, isn't it?

The killer who cut his way to death finally got together with his beloved girl. However, not long after the happy days passed, she passed away.

I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the light.

Helen was the light in John's dark life.

Everyone left, leaving only John. He sighed softly, then turned around and walked out of the cemetery.

The man in a woolen coat has been waiting for a long time.

"It's been a while. Sorry for the change." The man said softly with a relieved expression on his face, "How are you?"

"I've been asking myself why it was her." John said sadly.

"Everything in the world is unpredictable... There will always be days like this in a person's life." The man looked at the sad John and said with relief. "Don't blame yourself."

John asked with some confusion: "So, what are you doing here, Marcus."

"I just came to pay attention to my old friend." Marcus said, but his eyes were full of meaning. He shook hands with John and took his leave. "Goodbye, John."

Marcus walked quickly, and there was some worry in John's eyes. Old friends, for John, the meaning of old friends is not just that simple.

They are all killers from the Continental Hotel. They are old friends who may come to take your life for a few damn gold coins.

And Marcus, more like John's mentor, came here not just to care about him, but more importantly, perhaps to remind him that he was still under surveillance at the Continental Hotel.

How can a deadly killer who can kill an entire gang make the Continental Hotel feel at ease?

But now, nothing matters. I haven't done anything extraordinary, and I won't go back to that dark underground world again.

John opened the car door gently, and there was a memorial service in the evening.

He didn't seem to notice that in the distance, a man wearing a blood-red mask was quietly watching him leave.

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The memorial service passed quickly, and it took John a lot of time to clean the room.

"Ding!"

The doorbell rang, and John opened the door in confusion. At the door, there was an African-American woman. Judging from her clothing style, she should be a courier.

"John Wick?" The courier lady asked tentatively.

"Yes." John nodded and looked at the cage on the ground in confusion.

"Please sign here." The courier lady handed over a signature pad with the express acceptance form and a pen on it.

John signed his name, handed the acceptance form back to the courier, and then prepared to take the cage into the house.

"There is also a pen." The courier said helplessly.

Only then did John realize that he habitually held the pen in his hand. That posture was very suitable for inserting the pen into anyone's neck.

"Sorry." John handed the pen to the courier apologetically. "Here you go."

The courier politely said good night and turned to leave without hearing John's thanks.

John brought the cage on the ground back into the house. On top of the cage was a letter with Sharon's name written on it.

In the cage, there appears to be a puppy.

As if he thought of something, John's eyes flashed with tears. He gently opened the envelope and read the words in the letter.

"John, I'm sorry, I can't be with you anymore."

"But you still need someone or something to feel loved."

"Well, let's start with that. After all, that car doesn't give you much emotion."

"I love you, John."

"Illness has been bothering me for a long time, and now I have found where I belong."

"And now, it's time for you to find where you belong."

"Until that day comes."

"Your best friend, Helen."

John blocked his mouth and nose with his fist, trying to hold back his sadness, but his tears could no longer be stopped.

The "Night Stalker" who killed many people was just an ordinary man who lost his beloved at this moment.

In the cage is a cute beagle. It poked its little head and looked at the sad man in front of him with tears streaming down his face.

As if feeling the puppy's gaze, John calmed down his mood, gently opened the cage, and picked up the cute puppy: "Hey..."

The sudden feeling of flying made the puppy feel a little uneasy. It twisted its body, while John gently held the nameplate around its neck and looked at the words on it.

"Daisy..." John whispered the puppy's name, sobbing slightly and forcing out an ugly smile, "Of course..."

It was nightfall, and when John walked into the room with a blanket after taking a shower, the little dog Daisy was lying on his bed, looking curiously at her future new home.

"Hey." John laid the blanket on the ground and called Daisy softly, "Come here."

Daisy was put on the blanket by John. Judging from the look in her eyes, it seemed that she still wanted to sleep with John.

However, after John looked at it for a few seconds, he whispered good night and turned off the bedside lamp.

On the top of the building, there was a slight flash of light, and a dark figure was looking up at the sky contentedly, holding a lit cigarette in his hand.

"Long time no see, Mr. John." The black figure said softly, then shook his head and clicked on his Adam's apple. The next second, his voice turned into an electronic synthesized sound.

"First meeting, Lord Night Demon."