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

"So, we still have to go to Casablanca?" Chen Yan frowned. "I thought I wouldn't have to deal with the Elders of the High Table this time."

"If I hadn't known that you came from the future, I would have thought that you were the coming of Christ or God." John put down the gasoline barrel in his hand and said calmly, "I just made up my mind."

"I originally wanted to help you solve your trouble..."

Chen Yan was about to explain to John, but John did not give him a chance: "Let me tell you, you have helped me solve a lot of troubles, No. 6. Excessive help will only make the recipient dependent. Unfortunately, I don’t really like owing too many favors to others.”

"If this is the life I'm supposed to live, then at least I should be given a chance to face my fate."

"Call me Chen Yan, John." Chen Yan looked at Lord Night Demon with an extremely firm gaze in front of him, sighed softly, slowly raised his right hand, and tapped the right side of his visor. The scarlet visor faded away like running water. In John's slightly surprised eyes, Chen Yan revealed his face: "Actually, I am your die-hard fan. When I knew your ending, I only felt endless dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction. Indignant, the legendary killer of the Continental Hotel, only a simple tombstone is left in the end..."

"It wasn't until I came to this world that I discovered that many things were not as simple as I thought. Fate, this damn thing, always likes to play some fatal jokes on me. My life is not as magnificent as yours, but... when I walk into my life When I go on the road, people around me will be more or less injured because of me, and some people will even die because of me..."

"It's too much to handle, John."

"This is life, Chen Yan, you have to face it." John shook his head gently, "When you change history, you have become a part of history. Some things, if I make my own choices, I won’t regret it, and there’s no need for you to feel unworthy for me.”

"Besides, you also said that in your timeline, I just faked my death, didn't I?"

"Yeah." Chen Yan could only nodded.

"Then it means that even if I choose to be an enemy of the Continental Hotel, I will not lie in the grave to rot." John said seriously, "Put on your mask, it's time for us to get to work."

The two of them came outside. The heavy rain washed away everything in New York City, and Chen Yan took out his pirated Zippo from his pocket.

"Crack."

The fire started.

As Chen Yan threw back casually, the gasoline on the floor was ignited, and Chen Yan and John left quickly.

How could it be so short? As soon as the support from the previous wave of killers arrived, Chen Yan and John had already walked away, and the explosives in the gun store were just ignited by the burning gasoline.

"W...T..."

"boom!!!"

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"Santino D'Antonio, the younger brother of the new member of the High Table, seems to have disappeared within half an hour of the murder. It is difficult not to connect the two events, Mr. Winston." Looking at it. The judge said with some profound meaning in front of the corpse that was covered with white cloth and was about to be pushed into the incinerator. "Miss Gianna claimed that her brother was organizing a rebellion, so I can not pursue Mr. Santino's matter...but a murder occurred at the Continental Hotel, which should not have happened."

"In fact, I was watching an opera in Times Square at the time of the crime..." Winston responded to the interrogation of the judge lady as steadily as an old dog, "The surveillance video at the scene can only capture a rough afterimage. The specific photo of the 'Blood Dragon' was also secretly photographed by the pinhole camera on the chest of the killer who went after the reward after the reward was announced. He is not a registered killer of the Continental Hotel, Your Excellency the Inquisitor."

"You can identify the nationality of this perpetrator as a Yanguo native. The elder expressed his affirmation... But you have never caught this 'Yanguoman'. We have to doubt your efficiency in doing things, Mr. Winston." The judge said casually. Looking at the flames burning in the incinerator, he said softly, "If you can't catch him, you can't convict him. I think you know that."

"Also, I'm curious, is Mr. Wick old? Why didn't he complete Santino D'Antonio's blood contract mission?"

"You ask such a question, I can't answer you, I'm just an ordinary hotel manager." Winston said warmly, but the inquisitor knew that this old fox was just avoiding the question, "What's more, Santi Mr. No. D'Antonio seems to have been diagnosed with a mental problem. It doesn't matter even if John doesn't complete the blood contract. After all...who knows that Mr. Santino was sober when the blood contract was issued to him?"

"So, Mr. Wick is in Rome now? Or is he back in New York?"

The female judge was a little uninterested. There was nothing in the crematorium of the Continental Hotel except corpses. The murder that occurred in the Continental Hotel was just the death of an insignificant security guard, which could allow the Continental Hotel to issue a wanted order and deportation order. This is a very up-to-date performance.

"As you know, as the manager of the Continental Hotel, unless there are special circumstances, we generally will not disturb the private lives of killers." Winston motioned to his men to push the bodies into the incinerator. The stuff was a little smelly. "Miss Gianna said that after Mr. Wick participated in her coronation ceremony, he would take Camorra's private plane back to New York. I think the High Table will prepare a more difficult resignation task for him..."

"No, such a powerful weapon cannot be left to rust like this."

The judge seemed to have thought of something and said with a half-smile.

"We can always find a way to make him loyal."

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"Two at 7 o'clock."

John's voice sounded in the earphones. The next second, the front glass of a certain car shattered instantly. Two strange-shaped darts were accurately inserted into the eye sockets of two Continental Hotel secret guards, piercing their brains. Then, Turn into a stream of light.

"How far is it from the Roma Gang's territory?" Chen Yan said in a low voice.

"Two blocks...wait." John's voice in the headset was obviously a little stunned. "Your fellow countryman is here."

"Ok?"

Chen Yan was surprised to find that a small group of people were squatting and smoking on the street corner. They had a lot of tattoos on their bodies. The leader was a bald man (it seems that No. 47 was not joking when he said that the most suitable hairstyle for a killer is a bald head). But it was obvious that Teacher Saitama and the Beater were not as bright-headed as they were talking to the people next to them in authentic Cantonese.

"Do you want to take action?" John lowered his voice.

"The bottom line is that people from the Yan Kingdom will not attack people from the Yan Kingdom." Chen Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said softly, "Unless... they don't admit that they are from the Yan Kingdom."

"There's a noise over there, could it be a blood dragon? (There's a noise over there, could it be a blood dragon)?"

"I don't know, even if it is, it doesn't matter to us (I don't know, even if it is, it doesn't matter to us)."

"He is not a ghost (he is not a foreign devil)."

Chen Yan listened to their conversation from a distance. Cantonese is a major dialect spoken in the Yan Kingdom. Thanks to the popularity of Hong Kong movies in the mainland at that time, Chen Yan could understand it more or less.

Fortunately, these triad members working hard abroad have not forgotten their roots.

Otherwise, I will have to help my motherland clean up its affairs.