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

Charon's eyes slowly closed, but Winston was still immersed in grief at this moment: "I should have been the one to die..."

"Yes." Grammont at the door turned his head indifferently and looked at everything happening behind him, and said sarcastically, "But you are not dead, so think about why."

Winston held Charon's hand tightly. When the footsteps behind him gradually disappeared, he glanced back without trace. At this time, there was something else in his eyes.

flame.

The flames of hatred.

"The acting is very realistic, Charon, so get up quickly and don't get your clothes dirty." Winston lowered his head again and said softly.

"It's great to be able to help." Charon slowly opened his eyes and smiled.

"Save your energy."

Winston took a deep breath, then patted Charon's shoulder, grabbed Charon's hand and pulled Charon up.

"First go find old friends and 'catch up on old times'."

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"Ugh……"

Under the sun, there is a fountain, a bench, and a blind man, listening to a girl playing the melodious violin.

The blind man sighed softly and listened to the beautiful music. His eyes were blocked by sunglasses, making it difficult for people to see his eyes clearly. Just a few hours ago, a female inquisitor at the Continental Hotel was executed by the High Table for dereliction of duty.

A killing occurred at the Continental Hotel in New York. Manager Winston suspended hotel operations and waited for the high table adjudicator to come and take action. Originally, he was just traveling here from Hong Kong to...see his daughter. However, things went against his wishes. He received a notice. The message came from the high-ranking executive of the High Table, "Marquis" de Gramont.

The funny thing is that his eyes and the daughter he cannot see are all thanks to the High Table. Now that I think of contacting myself, it's just because a killer has appeared that makes the High Table helpless.

Hehe, who else would dare to face off against the High Table, except that killer?

"Click, click, click, click..."

The pocket watch in his hand kept making mechanical sounds, and the hands rotated on the dial. He just wanted to listen to his daughter's piano, but the time was up.

The guide stick in his hand tapped the ground gently, and a lonely figure stood up slowly and gradually disappeared. No one knows that this blind man who looks weak and ordinary is actually a deadly killer who is as powerful as the "Night Stalker" John Wick.

His name is Ye Ken, and the killers at the Continental Hotel are more accustomed to calling him by his English name.

Kane.

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In the splendid hall, the owner here is elegantly cutting a piece of mille-feuille cake and placing it on a plate, with a British-style tea set beside it. The long table was filled with refreshments.

Look!

The noble Marquis de Gramont is enjoying his afternoon tea!

Outside the hall, there were rhythmic knocking sounds. A middle-aged man in simple clothes was being led into the hall by a tall and powerful thug. He was wearing sunglasses and holding an old guide stick in his hand. , constantly hitting the ground. Then, at the thug's signal, he slowly stood still.

"I have a job for you."

Marquis Gramont said casually.

"With all due respect... I have retired." Ye Ken helplessly spread his hands, "I quit, I'm done with the job."

"I don't think so."

The Marquis of Gramont curled his lips and continued to concentrate on taking the food. A thug walked up to Ye Ken with a plate. On the plate was a black envelope.

"I'm of no use to you." Ye Ken said with a wry smile, "Not even to the High Table."

"It's not up to you, Kane."

Marquis Gramont looked up at Yeken and grinned.

The laughter was getting louder and louder, and Ye Ken was also smiling in support at this time. With a smile, he pinched his nose with his hand and woke it up, and casually flicked the dirty snot onto the luxurious floor. : "I think you should find someone else."

The Marquis of Gramont tasted a piece of cake quietly, and then whispered: "You are too close to her."

"Just today."

"too close."

"You put her in danger, Kane."

The smile on Ye Ken's face gradually disappeared. He closed his lips tightly and lowered his head slightly. Under his sunglasses, his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, but his anger was visible to the naked eye.

"call……"

Ye Ken let out a sigh of relief, reached out his hand to his side, touched the plate tentatively, then pulled off the envelope on the plate and slowly opened it.

"I remember my agreement with the High Table..."

Inside the envelope was a black postcard with two lines of gilded braille on it.

Kane pointed his sword with one hand and slowly touched the postcard.

No. 6·Dragon Blood.

Kwei Han….

Ye Ken's movements stopped, and the expression on his face was obviously more ugly: "Two?"

"A thorny problem, and one more, your old colleague, right?"

The Marquis of Gramont enjoyed the food on his plate and let out a sneer.

"Blood Dragon, I've heard of it, a... new face." Ye Ken said hesitantly, "But John... yes, not just a colleague..."

"He's also my best friend."

"Dang Cang."

"The agreement between you and the High Table remains unchanged. We will give you a name and you take that person's life." Marquis Gramont threw the plate aside and took out a napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth: "Otherwise, we will kill him. she."

"So, is it a choice between two options this time?" Ye Ken asked softly.

"You have no choice. Both of them have to be killed." Marquis Gramont looked at Ye Ken mockingly, "After working for so many years, do you think you have a choice?"

"...That's not what the agreement is." Ye Ken said coldly. His knuckles had already bent the card with the names or code names of John and Chen Yan on it. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Kill two of them and set me and my daughter free."

"I have already paid the price for my freedom. If you want me to take action, your price is not enough."

"So, you agreed." Marquis Gramont smiled slightly, as if he had expected it. "Ha...another killer who fights for the so-called freedom. No wonder you can become friends with the Night Demon...that's great."

"So I guess... you should know the approximate whereabouts of him?"

"John Wick doesn't have many friends in this world..." Ye Ken gave an ugly smile, "There are even fewer who are worthy of his life."

"I have been loyal..."

In the splendid hall, this blind man knelt on one knee, lowered his proud head, and became calm.

"I will obey."