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

After settling his luggage, John went to the "bartender" and "tailor" of the Continental Hotel alone to obtain equipment.

Chen Yan did not go there. After all, he had personally experienced buying equipment at the Continental Hotel. It was nothing more than replenishing some ammunition, getting some new firearms, and then having a meal.

As long as he has enough ammunition, Mr. Night Stalker can wipe out an entire Russian gang by himself.

I sat bored in room 818 of the Continental Hotel in New York. I had stayed in this room nine years later. Unfortunately, it was the rebuilt Continental Hotel in New York.

The boss here, Mr. Winston, doesn't know in the current timeline that in the future, the hotel he carefully managed will be blown into ruins just because of a word from the "Baron" who sits at the top of the table.

Chen Yan hid in the toilet in the room and asked Gaia to remove all the monitoring equipment in the room. Then he swaggeringly took off his mask and let out a sigh of relief.

Wearing a mask all the time is still tiring.

Chen Yan took the time to get a bottle of bourbon from the wine cabinet in the room and poured himself a glass. He had not replenished water for a day and a night, and his mouth was extremely dry.

Fortunately, John closed all the curtains in the room before setting off to prevent Chen Yan from being seen by anyone with ulterior motives. And Chen Yan himself also knew that at this time, Marcus, a veteran killer who had a close relationship with John, was observing John's room with a sniper scope on a tall building in the distance.

However, Marcus is not here to kill John, but to help him.

Chen Yan couldn't help but feel envious when he thought that when John came back later, he would be greeted by a wave of extremely sexy "Beautiful Killer Indoor Fighting and Binding.avi".

Look, this is the gold content of "Night Demon". The killers he fights are either big men or biochemical monsters. Look at John, he is a man with rich experience. It can be used by all ages, regardless of gender. As long as he dares to come, he will be killed. Gotta die.

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The basement of the Continental Hotel in New York is a dance hall. There was feasting and feasting, and people were intoxicated. As long as you want, you can even spend the night with the beautiful female killer here, provided that you can afford the price, or that you are strong enough.

Miss Perkins, the beautiful killer from before, was also drinking silently in a booth somewhere. When she saw John coming here, a dangerous smile appeared on her lips. Don't get me wrong, it's not that Miss Perkins has any strange feelings for Mr. John, it's simply because Mr. John's head is very valuable now.

John ignored the strange looks from around him, walked straight to a large booth, and greeted the old man in the main seat: "Hello, Winston."

"Jonathan..." Winston smiled slightly and took off his glasses. Naturally, he was very happy to meet old friends. However, in the next second, Winston's expression became a little serious, "As far as I know...are you the one who never cleans up messes?"

"Almost." John chuckled.

"So, how can I help you?" Winston smiled again at this time, but it was a professional smile that represented a mainland hotel manager.

Because he knew that John's visit this time was not to meet an old friend, but the talker at the Continental Hotel in New York.

"Viggo Talosov." John put away his smile and said with a sad look on his face.

"What's wrong with him?" Winston asked, lowering his head to wipe his glasses with his clothes.

"I want to talk to him." John said calmly without changing his eyes.

"You said 'chat', ha..." Winston looked helpless as he asked, "Do you think I'm stupid?" He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "I'm very familiar with your rhetoric, Jonathan. "

Yes, it’s all too familiar. Before going on a killing spree, the “Night Stalker” likes to have a good “chat” with its target.

"I want to ask you..." Winston leaned forward slightly and said seriously, "Have you ever turned back?"

"I just wanted to visit." John frowned slightly, as if he was defending himself. Perhaps John himself also knew how feeble his speech at this time was.

After all, when I said I wanted to "talk" before, the grass on the grave was basically several feet tall.

"Then have you ever thought about it, I mean, completely thought about it..." Winston also frowned and whispered, "It is true that you successfully escaped from this place once, but now you are trapped too much. It’s too deep…”

"You might be able to find a way out again... but you're just going to get deeper."

"Where can I find him?" John ignored Winston's warning and said firmly.

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"Wick is at the Continental."

In a stretch sports car, Vigo's deputy looked back at Vigo in the back seat and reported the situation.

"Welcome home, John." Vigo looked at the scenery outside the window, wondering what he was thinking.

"Someone is willing to help us deal with him." The assistant said.

"Really?" Vigo's eyes moved to the deputy, "It's really shameless."

"If they dare to break the hotel's rules, double the reward."

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"You know the rules here, John." Winston said seriously, "Don't do bad things here, or you will be severely punished."

"Drink a drink first." Winston raised the glass to John, "Then, relax."

"Sorry, but this is a personal matter of mine."

Seeing that Winston was unwilling to help, John said something. Winston was left alone to watch him leave in astonishment.

"Oh my gosh, Jonathan."

The bartender at the bar let out an exclamation when he saw John strolling over.

"Hello, Eddie." John greeted politely, and then...well, he was forced to kiss him by the beautiful clerk.

"How long have we not seen each other, four years?" Eddie said with a chuckle. "How is life outside?"

"About, five years." John thought for a moment and said. "It's pretty good. At least it's much better than the life I deserve."

"Look, I'm sorry about you..."

"Thank you."

John forcibly interrupted Addie's speech. In fact, he was somewhat reluctant to mention it because until now, he had not escaped the grief of his lover's death and had to avoid talking about it so that he would not think too much about it.

"I've never seen you like this..." Eddie sighed, with a little pity in his eyes.

"Like what?" John frowned slightly.

"Gaunt." Addie looked at John's face and said softly.

"I retired..." John sighed, seeming to be remembering something.

"As long as you're still drinking here, it means you haven't retired yet, John." Eddie responded with a wry smile, then turned and walked towards the wine cabinet, "Same as the same?"

"Thank you." John nodded, and then started watching the singing and dancing on the stage.

Eddie pushed a glass of wine towards John, and then whispered: "A treat at the hotel."

"Thank you." John thanked him softly, but when he saw the glass of wine, he froze.

Next to the wine glass, I saw a small piece of paper with a bright red lip print on it, and... a store name.

"Red Circle" Club.

John looked back at Winston's booth and saw Winston greeting him.

In the dance hall, the melodious jazz music made people feel happy, but no one noticed that a black figure was leaving quickly with an invisible sense of oppression.

The Night Stalker is back.