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

Continental Hotel, New York, Room 818.

The door was gently pushed open and footsteps sounded softly.

Perkins looked inside the house and it seemed that John hadn't come back yet.

"I want you to go inside the Continental Hotel in New York and cause some trouble for John... Of course, if you can kill him, I will pay three times the amount."

Just one day ago, at Perkins' residence, Santino Dantonio pushed a strange disc-shaped object in front of Perkins and said so.

"This is your blood. You understand that the blood debt must be repaid. Don't forget when you begged me. Now is the time to repay the debt."

"Santino's shit..."

At this point, Perkins just wanted to yell, but she couldn't.

Half an hour ago, news of Viggo Talosov's death came inside the Continental Hotel. The person who killed him was the Night Stalker.

John Wick is a man who is focused to the limit and a man who does not understand what fear is.

To put it harshly, someone who doesn’t know whether to live or die.

The boss of the Russian gang and the leader of the Talosov family. Anyone who kills such a being will definitely be hunted by the Continental Hotel until death.

But Vigo's death only invalidated the reward issued by Vigo, and did not even cause any reaction from the High Table, as if the death was just an unknown person.

Perkins always felt that there was something wrong with Santino's plan, but now she has no way back.

The consequences of violating the blood contract are more terrible than death.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed that John had not stayed in the room for too long, but John was old after all. Perkins even saw two bottles of Kentucky bourbon placed on the table of the bar in the room.

It seems that after retirement, John's taste has also deteriorated a lot, and that stuff tastes like horse urine...

No, John would never drink a lot of alcohol before going on a mission. This is not what John drank!

There was a second person in this room before! Marcus? Or Winston? What did they talk to John?

And the next second, the sound from behind made Perkins even more frightened and his legs weakened!

"Perkins?"

Many men may have a low and hoarse voice, but the only one who can scare Perkins is John Wick!

"Good evening, John."

Perkins took a deep breath quickly and turned to look at John with a smile.

"Are you okay?" John frowned.

"Nothing, just here to visit..." Perkins slowly walked towards John, with one hand behind his back, where there was a lady's pistol. "After all, it's rare for you to come back, isn't it?"

"..."

John did not speak, but looked at Perkins: "When are you going to take action?"

"Do it? I don't understand what you are talking about, John..."

Perkins pretended to be innocent, but in the next second, he took out the pistol from his back and pointed it at John.

"I'm sorry, John, I have to do this."

"..."

John raised his hands with an unchanging expression: "Killing is prohibited in the Continental Hotel, Perkins, Vigo's bounty has been lifted. Even if you kill me, you won't get the bounty."

"Stop it, Perkins, it's still too late, if you don't want to be killed by Winston."

"It's not Vigo's business." Perkins said with a wry smile, "The blood contract cannot be broken... You know what I mean, John."

"..."

John looked at Perkins in front of him silently, and then nodded slightly: "Okay... I understand, let's do it."

"what?"

Perkins looked at John in disbelief. The famous Night Demon was captured without any help?

"Duang~"

"Pfft."

Chen Yan lamented that the air cushion was built to resist falling, and he took out a bundle of hemp rope. John couldn't help but look at him with his skillful "tortoise shell" binding skills:

"This bundle of yours..."

"It's nothing. I went to Japan to study before." Chen Yan tied up Perkins attentively. I have to say that it felt good. "I met a friend at the Continental Hotel in Tokyo at that time. He invited me Less mentor.”

Yes, they did hire a lot of "mentors". The "room service" that Blake arranged for Chen Yan at that time made Chen Yan go in straight and hold on to the wall when he came out several times...

John said expressionlessly: "After tying it up, let's check the items she carries..."

"Is this what you're talking about? Here it is."

Before John could finish speaking, Chen Yan threw a silver disc to John.

The blood contract is the hard currency of the Continental Hotel. Compared with the common currency of the Continental Hotel, the blood contract is a higher-level "forced contract". Only by asking for help when the killer is desperate can it be possible to obtain the killer's blood contract at the cost of providing help.

The blood contract cannot be violated, and the killer cannot harm the person holding the blood contract unless the blood contract is repaid.

"Click."

John gently pressed the pick under the disk. This thing looked like a larger women's makeup mirror, except that there was an extra needle on the iron plate below, and... a bloody fingerprint. .

That's Perkins' blood.

"Is it hard to break a blood contract...?"

"That depends on the person, Mr. Night Demon." Chen Yan found a box of unopened cigars from the cabinet in the room and threw it into the system space. "If it were you, I estimate that after completing the contract, you would chase after Creditors are chasing him all over the world, and even if he hides in the Continental Hotel, he will be shot to the point where his head will be shattered."

"So, what's my end?"

John poured himself a glass of wine and sat on the sofa with the glass in his hand. He took out the photo in his arms, looked at his lover in the photo, and asked softly.

The cigar ignited with little flames, and along with a puff of smoke, Chen Yan said:

"If this is a normal timeline...you died outside the Continental Hotel."

"The only people to see you off are Mr. Winston and Mr. Bowery."

"Maybe that ending is also good..." John took a sip of the wine in his glass and said. "You just said...normal timeline?"

"How should I put it... In my timeline, you were actually just faking your death." Chen Yan looked at the scenery outside the window and said softly, "Texas, secluded life, countryside, fields, and a road called Charon 'The husky is accompanying you... Mr. Charon will probably be very angry when he knows about this."

"I think the first one may be more suitable for me." John said with a chuckle.

"Who knows, after all, that's where the past me and the future you met for the first time." Chen Yan shrugged, "Alas, the legendary killer John Wick either died or retired, so he has no one. A better ending?”

"As long as the Continental Hotel is still there and the Twelve Seats at the High Table are still there, people like us will never have a better ending." John put the photo back into his left coat pocket and said softly, "To be honest Yes, retreating is a good ending for me, even though I don’t like it.”

"To be honest, if I can, I really hope that one day I can risk everything and blow up the Continental Hotel with explosives."

Chen Yan looked at John with a strange expression for a long time, and then...he stuttered and said:

"There will be a chance, Mr. Daredevil, there will be a chance."

"After all...in my timeline, you have already bombed the Continental Hotel once."