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

Everyone yearns for big cities, perhaps because of their prosperity, but the shadows hidden under the bright appearance of big cities are far greater than those of ordinary cities. This may sound like nonsense, but in the final analysis, simplicity is the most important thing.

Many people yearn for the environment in New York, but New York is both the most tolerant and the most extreme city. The power of capital is reflected here. The poor get poorer and the rich get richer. In places where people cannot see, in the dark corners of the city, countless homeless people fight for a bite to eat, and countless crimes and criminals are involved in the darkness. Born in the middle, the brighter the appearance, the more it is a rotten root.

Decades ago, a young man named Bowery King grew up in such an environment. No one could have imagined that this brother-in-law, who would be ignored even if he died on the road, would become the underground king of New York in the future.

Bowery, a street is named after him, but you would be wrong to underestimate him. The owner of Bowery Street is not just in charge of a neighborhood, he is in charge of the underground intelligence network of the entire New York City and even the entire New York State and surrounding states. Beggar leader? That's just a title for him.

Black market trading, arms trading, and intelligence sharing are all lucrative deals if you pick them out at random, but Bowery's properties are more than that.

In fact, Santino had already put down his stupid arrogance when he came here, because when he first stepped into this place, he found that the eyes of nearly dozens of beggars were locked on him. , this is only what he can see.

He is just the young master of a mafia family, not a professional killer. He was able to see the beggars spying on him only because of his years of experience. Santino couldn't help but feel his scalp numb at the thought that there might be countless pairs of shining eyes staring at him in the darkness.

This is a place where even an ordinary homeless man might pull out a revolver from his crotch and blow your head off in the next second. The folk customs are simple and simple, just like Gotham.

"I want to see Mr. Bowery."

Santino didn't know how many times he had said this to the homeless people on the street, but no one paid him any attention. They only had wary eyes and a gun in his pocket.

"Santino Mamafake Dantonio, how dare you come."

A powerful and even crazy voice startled Santino, and when Santino turned around, he saw the person coming.

Fat and strong body, dark skin, rusty gold teeth. The braised egg-like head is now grinning with its big mouth, revealing its front teeth with wide gaps.

Bowery King.

"I'm here to ask for help, Mr. Bowery, the underground king." Santino adjusted his clothes and forced a smile, "Mr. Winston told me that you can help me."

"That old stinky dog ​​really likes to cause trouble for me." Bowery hooked his hand, and a homeless man respectfully handed over a pure Cuban cigar. After holding it in his mouth, he took out an old kitchen spray gun to light a cigarette. "It would be an honor for me to have the famous young master of the Dantonio family come to me, don't you think so? Mr. Santino."

"But...how did I hear that you are going to be removed from your family?"

"It doesn't matter, everything is under control." Santino's face was ashen and he frowned, "I just... need a little help."

"Help? What help?" Bowery grinned wildly, cigar smoke coming out of his nostrils. This guy is such a ruthless man that his cigar dared to pass through his lungs. "Help you collect the body or help you find a cemetery? "

"I'm here to seek cooperation, Mr. Bowery, not for you to ridicule me." Santino said coldly, "If you don't want to help, then I will resign first. The beggar leader can't help me. There are many people willing to help me.”

"Don't think I don't know what you did, Santino." It seemed that Santino's tone made Bowery a little dissatisfied. At this time, Bowery looked at Santino as if he were looking at a dead person. "It was you who provoked John Wick. Why, now that the plan can't keep up with the change, you start spraying shit everywhere?"

"You think I, a stinky beggar, can't kill you, do you?"

"Since I'm here, I mean that I can offer you a price you can't refuse, Mr. Bowery." Santino took out the cigarette case from his pocket and lit it himself. "I admit that I did cause some...trouble, but I think this level of trouble is not even a trouble for you."

"Even if the Night Demon comes, you can still kill him. Of course, it's also possible that I've made a mistake...'The King of the Underground'."

Bowery and Santino just stood there, looking into each other's eyes. After an invisible confrontation, Bowery calmly said: "I have to say, you really aroused my interest, D'Antonio." My young master, I really want to know what gives you confidence."

"How are you sure that I will make an enemy of that man for your so-called 'price'?"

"At first, I wanted to give you some money, but it seems that money is like garbage to you now." Santino smiled slightly, slowly approached Bowery, and then leaned forward. Tan put his mouth close to Bowery's ear and said, "Continental Hotel... If we recognize your status as the 'King of the Underground', think about it, Mr. Bowery, your industry can even cover the whole world. "

"Oh?" Bowery said with a sneer, "Since when can a young boy who has not inherited the Dantonio family come up with such unfounded empty promises?"

"Your father can't do this kind of thing, so why do you think you can do it?"

Santino calmly raised his right hand and placed it in front of Bowery. On the ring finger of his right hand is an emblem ring with the "Seal of Cain".

Order of the Knights Templar.

"This can be said to be my last trump card. Mr. Bowery, I need your full cooperation." Santino said in a cold tone, "I don't think you know the meaning of holding this ring."

"Everything is for the Temple Order. May the Father of Insight guide us." Bowery said expressionlessly, "If I have been the underground king for so long and still don't know about the Temple Order and the Assassin Organization, then All my years have been in vain, Mr. Santino."

"Very good." The corners of Santino's mouth raised slightly, "I need you to post a bounty in the underground intelligence network. In your name, put a bounty on John Wick, and... my sister, Gianna Dantonio."

"When they are dead, I will submit a report to the summit and let the cult give you the corresponding rights and status, Bowery."

Before Bowery could reply, Santino turned and left. Bowery did not stay with him, but looked at Santino's leaving back with a half-smile.

"You bastard, do you think I'm a fool? Santino." Bowery said softly, "A non-staff member of the cult is just robbing the skin of a tiger here... I've killed enough temple dogs to build you a house. Bichi.”

"Fuck, John, John, if you don't come, I will do it myself."