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

Under the blue sky and above the sea of ​​clouds, a large passenger plane shuttled between the sea of ​​clouds.

"Crack, click, click..."

The sound of bullets being loaded.

"crunch..."

Arrow debug sounds.

There are only two seats in the huge cabin space, and a huge table is filled with weapons.

There were beads of sweat on John's forehead, and his lips were pursed tightly on his cold and serious face. In front of him were various modification parts. It was a customized modification given by the "bartender" in the port area. Originally, the "bartender" said that he could assemble it for him and send it directly to him, but John politely refused.

Weapons are the second life of a killer. If you rely on others to adjust your weapons, you will not be able to have better control over the weapons in your hand.

Koji was taking out the steel arrows one by one, sharpening them, and putting them into his quiver. Beside him, the samurai sword Kotetsu, whom Koji called "Toraju Maru", was lying quietly on the table, and the compound bow "Ryuque" At this time, it is placed next to the "Toraju Maru" in a folded state.

John was wearing a brand new black suit with a snow-white shirt underneath, a dark red tie pressed into the suit jacket, and black Oxford leather shoes that were polished to a shine.

As for Koji, the lower body is wearing loose black overalls, the upper body is a pure black tactical vest, a black tactical vest with a hood, a pair of black leather boots directly covering the trousers, and the gray mid-length hair is covered with It was tied up behind the head again, and the originally messy sideburns were neatly trimmed.

One is a thug in a suit and the other is a cyber warrior. Perhaps the only thing they have in common is that they both have a pair of sunglasses stuffed in their chest pockets.

"I have to say, you are getting old, John." Haoji patted the fully loaded quiver and said with a smile. "You're a lot slower than when you were younger."

"You're not much better." John's dead face raised his eyebrows. In front of him were three fully adjusted guns. Throwing knives were neatly arranged and stuffed into the tactical lining of John's suit. "You didn't talk so much when you were young."

The afternoon sun penetrates the sky and shines directly on the outer shell of the plane. Below the plane is the heart of France.

Paris, here we come.

There are still 14 hours until the duel starts.

-------------------------------------

"Are you sure you don't need our help?"

Wang Yu frowned slightly and confirmed again.

The "Blood Dragon" with messy long hair was playing tricks with the weird darts in his hands, constantly conjuring straight knives, rifles, pistols and the like from behind his butt. Wang Yu once thought that this guy was hiding things. In some unspeakable place.

The same passenger plane, but a different cabin. Qin Zheng was sitting there with his eyes closed and concentrating, while Wang Yu was obviously much more impetuous, sitting in his seat shaking his legs.

"Duel? No need, but I really need your help elsewhere."

Chen Yan shook his head and stuffed the re-sharpened dart into the fourth-dimensional chrysanthemum (by mistake). The mean-spirited smile on his face slowly faded, and he spoke in a serious tone.

"After I arrive in Rome, I will change my route to Paris as soon as possible. I'm worried that if there is any back-up plan on Gramont's side, Lord Daredevil and Mr. Koji may be in trouble."

"The future lies with you, friends of the fraternity."

The airdrop hatch at the rear of the cabin slowly opened, and fierce wind poured into the cabin. Chen Yan stood up and walked towards the hatch. Honeycomb-shaped scarlet covered Chen Yan's face from the collar like flowing water, and the dark windbreaker slowly flowed down his back, forming two rather large back armors.

He raised his left arm slightly, leaving the two assassins behind him who were messy in the wind with a full of arrogance, and then suddenly fell out of the cabin!

"Wu~~~Lake~~~"

Wang Yu and Qin Zheng looked down through the slowly closing hatch. Chen Yan's figure gradually became smaller, and the black glider suddenly popped out from behind, driving Chen Yan to fly towards the Roman city below.

Like a bat.

-------------------------------------

"Boss, I have arrived in Paris now."

In a neighborhood a few kilometers away from the Sacred Heart Cathedral, a young man with dark skin and simple clothes was talking on the phone with his head lowered.

"very good."

On the other end of the phone, a certain Morpheus Plus who did not want to be named was baring his big teeth.

"Your mission is to ensure that John Wick reaches the Sacred Heart Church safely and to deal with the killers of the High Table on the way."

"It's a bit difficult for you, boss." Trak frowned slightly and said, "I'm just one person. Even if I add Mr. John, it's just two people. There are at least hundreds or thousands of guys sent by the High Table. How can I fight?"

"Who said it was just the two of you?" Bowery looked at the two photos on the table with a sinister smile, "The famous Mr. Night Stalker has many friends."

-------------------------------------

"Aren't you retired?"

On the roof of a tall building five kilometers northeast of the Sacred Heart Cathedral, a somewhat old man was holding a sniper rifle as tall as himself, closing his eyes and concentrating. Beside, an African-American woman, also holding a sniper rifle, looked askance at the old man beside her and asked softly.

"Just because you're retired, it doesn't mean you can't fight." The old man said calmly. "Isn't it the same for you? The hotel manager is doing a good job, but he comes to this place to wade in troubled waters."

"That bastard John lied to me to take him to find the elder, but not long after he showed him the way, he destroyed the elder." The African-American woman said helplessly, "Sooner or later, the high table will find me. If he had stayed in Morocco, he would have died a long time ago."

"That bastard dragged me onto the pirate ship a long time ago, Marcus!"

"This is a war, Sophia." Old Marcus slowly opened his eyes, looked in the direction of the Sacred Heart Cathedral in the distance, and said softly. "I'm really looking forward to it. Winston said that John is a 'changemaker'."

"Whether he lives or dies, he will shake the unparalleled status of the High Table..."

"Then we can only wait and see." Sophia patted the sniper rifle in her hand, "I said, Marcus, how about we compare whose shooting skills are more accurate?"

"I'm an old man, and you actually want to compete with me... You young man really doesn't know how to respect your elders." Marcus smiled and shook his head, putting the sniper rifle in his arms next to him, a flash of light flashing in his eyes. Jingmang. "It's a blessing, little girl."

Both sniper rifles have traces of time on their bodies. The two former killers of the Continental Hotel are also friends of John Wick and are also famous for their sniper skills.

Likewise, sacrifice your execution bullets for this war against power.