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

Spending time and drinking with neon lights, this is the portrayal of Kamurocho.

The street is full of Japanese food shops, bars, nightclubs and game arcades. The Millennium Tower located in the core area is still the tallest building in Kamurocho. It is said that from the top floor of the Millennium Tower, you can overlook the entire Kamurocho. It can be said that it is the highest building in Kamurocho. "Tianshukaku".

"Look at the systems in other people's novels. They either give you tasks or send you a bunch of perverted tricks. When it comes to me, you have nothing. After you strengthen it, you are just a powerful ordinary person. What do you think I need you for?"

Chen Yan was sitting in the "SHELLAC" bar in Kamurocho at the moment. As evening approached, the number of people at the bar seat did not increase. He casually ordered a drink recommended by the store manager, then sat down and looked at the flow of people outside the window, thinking about himself. Talk to the system.

"I don't know who always interrupts me. Don't you know what my next sentence will be? Guess?" Yu Jieyin of the system seemed very angry at the moment.

"I'm sorry. I admit that my voice was a bit loud. Please forgive me." Chen Yan gave up decisively.

If you think about it carefully, other people's systems are either genderless or their voices are neither male nor female, or they have electronically synthesized sounds that compete with an optical brain. Some systems even "ding" to express a sense of presence when there is nothing wrong. Come on, it's already 3202 years ago, no. Is there really a system that can enhance your presence like an app? This one is definitely a high-end artificial intelligence, and the voice is nice, so what else is there to do with a bicycle?

"There are no missions released simply because there are weird things in this different world. Since you arrived in this world, there have been huge fluctuations in time and space. This system is determining your development direction based on the energy level of the world." Yujie Yinzhen Nice to hear.

Ok?

"WHAT?" Chen Yan made a weird cry in surprise. The store manager looked at Chen Yan with a strange look, as if he was looking at a psycho, as if he was thinking about whether to call the police.

"Didn't we agree that it would be a world of killers?" Chen Yan quickly returned to his normal expression and secretly communicated with the system in his mind.

"Actually, the so-called different world is just a box within a box. In essence, it is just a novel, TV series, or even a movie in the eyes of a higher-order dimension." The system explained, "Even you may be just a certain person." The protagonist in a novel in a higher dimension may even be a passerby, you can’t tell.”

"And the universe we are currently in is just a place similar to a testing ground. Although it is a native universe, it is integrated with many branch universes. And the initiators are the people who sent you here, who are my immediate bosses."

"Good guy, if you co-authored "Reincarnation in Another World from Zero", I'll be a guinea pig, right?" Chen Yan was a little helpless. "It's so funny that if I can become the protagonist, then the author who wrote this novel is either a novice or a crazy critic."

"The ghost information collection form, from the moment you sign your name, it will automatically search for information about your life, including your favorite movies, TV shows, games, etc." The system's voice paused slightly. "Including but not limited to a few short movies of T's in your head."

Chen Yan almost lost his facial expression management.

No one has died since ancient times, but now, he felt that he had died socially.

Thank you for the invitation. I am in Tokyo and was exposed by the system lady that I am an LSP.

"Of course, there are limits to the transformation of the native universe. It is impossible to give you whatever you want. The integration of multiverses will definitely mean a lot of magical modifications and adjustments, so the plots in your memory may be different. Conflicts and changes in the timeline. So please don’t take chances and think that the time traveler can do whatever he wants if he knows the plot. For you, it is the plot, and for this world, it is the fact that it happened."

"As for why you appeared in Yan Guo's Continental Hotel branch in the first place, it's just because you have been most impressed by Yan Guo and the movie "John Wick" in recent times. After comprehensive consideration, I put you there. So. The default choice is to train you to become the strongest killer. But now, the fluctuations in the energy coefficient of this world make it somewhat unpredictable for me."

Chen Yan had mixed feelings in his heart. When people traveled through time, they either had smooth sailing or were slapped in the face. Why did he have such unexpected events?

"Then what should I do now?" Chen Yan asked depressedly.

"Calling Different World Template 2.0, taking corresponding measures..."

"Loading completed."

"Release mission: Xiaobai's first assassination commission."

"Please go to the Continental Hotel Kamurocho mission commission point to receive the first assassin commission."

"Time limit: one week."

"Reward: Random skill scroll x1."

"Penalty for failure: obliteration."

"Task description: As a person who died in vain, being able to be reborn to see a beautiful different world is already a great honor for you. If you can't get the first order, you might as well rush back and reincarnate as soon as possible."

"That's probably it." The system's sister's voice sounded in Chen Yan's mind at this moment, seemingly with a bit of schadenfreude.

"I think you must have done it on purpose." Chen Yan said speechlessly.

"How could it be?" The system said that he was innocent and it was all the intention of the superiors.

Chen Yan looked at the drink in his hand, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. He also stuffed the lemon slices for decoration into his mouth: "Hmph, if a person dies and a bird looks up to the sky, he will die for tens of thousands of years. The worst case scenario is that he will delete his account and start over again."

"bump!"

The bar door was kicked open hard.

"Store manager Sangyo, when are you going to pay this month's tribute? Ah?"

The few guests in the originally quiet bar now screamed in terror, fled in all directions, or squatted down with their heads in their hands. The visitors were a group of ruthless men wearing suits but with ruthless faces.

Yakuza.

They were all wearing black suits, but the first one was in conspicuous white. No one was wearing a tie, and they all unbuttoned their collars uninhibitedly. Everyone wears a special little badge on their collar. In the Japanese Yakuza circle, this thing is called a "daimon". Write a letter to the Okita family.

"Everyone who has nothing to do with it should get out."

The leader snorted coldly, and the other guests hurriedly left through the gaps given by the many Yakuzas, for fear of being accidentally injured.

"Ok...Brother Okita..."

The store manager looked at the white-clothed Yakuza in front of him in horror, and hurriedly walked out of the bar, "Toshita seat" skillfully: "Please give me a few more days of grace! Please!"

"Sangyo, the store manager, you have already asked us to give you half a month's grace..." Yakuza in white took two steps forward, squatted down and looked at the store manager's trembling head with interest, "Why, you don't I, Kyotaro Okita, take it seriously... but I still don’t take Tojo Club seriously! Huh?!"

He stood up, flew up, and hit the store manager in the waist and abdomen, kicking him two meters away.

"Ten...I'm so sorry...please..." The store manager coughed up blood and struggled to hold his body up, wanting to kneel down again to beg for mercy. However, Okita didn't give him this chance. He stepped forward and reached out to grab the store manager. His long, thin hair hit the store manager's head hard on the ground.

"If you want to survive, hand over 50, otherwise, you'll have to wait to be filled with cement and thrown into Tokyo Bay!" Okita smiled grimly, pulled up the store manager's head, and looked at the store manager's mouth full of broken teeth, like Admiring a work of art.

"5...50??" The store manager was shocked, "But...I clearly said 20 before..."

"20?!" Okita lost his smile. At this moment, his eyes seemed to be cannibalistic. "Store manager Sang...are you too naive...or do you think we are fools?"

"You've made me wait for half a month and I haven't seen a single note... Isn't my hard work worth 30 yuan?! Huh?!"

"Do you want to be buried in Tokyo Bay? Ah?!"

The store manager was twitching all over. Business has not been easy recently. Even if he went bankrupt, he really couldn't come up with a huge sum of 50 yuan. But now, everyone is a slave, and I am a fish, so I can only try to give a part of it first, let the Yakuza gang leave first, and then think of a solution myself.

"Hey... manager, I'm out of wine."

At this time, an inappropriate voice sounded.

"Continued Cup!"

Okita turned to look in the direction of the sound. A young man in a gray suit was shaking his head and shouting for the store manager to add more wine.

"Is this kid...drinking too much?"

"Come on! Don't you know how to look at the situation?!" The members of the Okita family began to shout at this moment. The baseball bats in their hands bumped against the wall, making bursts of sounds, "Kill you!"

Chen Yan was playing with the goblet in his hand and ignored these people.

"Oh Moses Roy." Okita saw that the young man showed no fear at all. He narrowed his eyes and watched everything that happened next with interest.

"Guest...Mr. Guest..." The store manager was a little panicked at this moment. He didn't want to involve the customer in this matter, but Yakuza, those are all tinderboxes, and they will explode at any time. This customer may be drinking Too much, and I started to go crazy with alcohol, but why did it happen at this time!

"Hey! Are you mute?! Huh?"

Behind the scenes, Ruozhong from the Okita family was getting closer and closer. The leader Ruozhong reached out and grabbed the clothes at Chen Yan's shoulders and shouted loudly.

"So, what bothered me the most was my childhood. I was chirping and shouting so loudly..."

Chen Yan said in Chinese, minding his own business.

"Ah?" The Yakuzas obviously didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Crack!"

"puff!"

The goblet in his hand was smashed on the bar counter. Chen Yan raised his left arm and knocked Yakuza's hand off. He held the stem of the glass in his right hand and stabbed him directly into his abdomen, making a muffled sound.

"Bastard!" "Tie Baa!" "Kuluos Baa!" The Yakuzas were shouting angrily at this moment and rushed towards Chen Yan.

"Enough of the hemp stack (please wait a moment)!"

Chen Yan stretched out his hand, and all the Yakuza were stunned, not knowing what he was going to do.

The leader, Yakuza, had already fainted from the pain. Chen Yan placed him firmly on the bar seat next to him with very gentle movements. At the same time, Chen Yan began to unbutton his shirt.

All the Yakuzas were shocked and confused. They all said that the drunkard who was crazy about alcohol was unconscious. What did this guy want to do? No, don’t be like this, Yachudie, red bean paste Yachudie?

The top was folded neatly and placed on the bar, revealing the strong muscles and the dragon on the back.

"Ah, it's not like you've met a colleague." Okita Xingtaro was enjoying watching the fun with the shop owner at the moment, and didn't care that his little brother was stabbed, "I've never heard of such a number one person..."

Chen Yan moved his body and turned to look at Zhongyakuza.

"One fall and one yo (you can go up)!"

"Huh?" This wave of operations was immediately difficult for everyone to deal with.

"One fall, one fall, fall down. (I said, you can get up.)" Chen Yan smiled slightly, "If you don't want to die, let's get up together!"

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!"

It was as if a war drum was beating, as if a switch was turned on. The "SHELLAC" bar was not big, and Kyotaro Okita only brought a dozen boys this time, but even this was enough to scare ordinary people.

"This kid must have had too much to drink."

This is the thought on everyone's mind.

The basic fighting proficiency given in the novice gift pack includes a large number of fighting skills, and the skills come with extremely fast nerve reflexes. Although Yakuza is good at licking blood with his sword, few of them have been specially trained in fighting skills. Most of them just do arbitrary tortoise boxing and wild ball boxing without any rules. At this moment, the movements of these Yakuza were as slow as a snail in Chen Yan's eyes.

A whip kick kicked the leader Yakuza down, he dodged to avoid the baseball bat beside him, and hit his wrist with a backhand punch. The bat was out of hand, and Chen Yan reached out to catch it. He turned around and violently hit Yakuza behind him. buckle.

"Touch!" Nayakuza rolled his eyes and fainted.

The novice gift pack gives you basic cold weapon proficiency, including but not limited to bats, etc. As long as it can hurt people, even a banana, it is a cold weapon.

Friends, have you ever seen someone playing swordsmanship with a baseball bat?

Baseball is the national sport of Japan, and its status is equivalent to that of table tennis in Yan country. This baseball bat is particularly easy to swing and is a blunt instrument, so it has been greatly welcomed by Yakuza. Even if he is caught by the Japanese police, he will only say that he wants to play baseball. Its functionality is equivalent to the folding stool of Yanguo. It is the top of the list of Japanese hidden weapons. It is really a must-have product for home travel, murder and arson.

The baseball bat in Chen Yan's hand was swinging like a tiger, and every time he hit it, a lucky Yakuza would run away on the spot. Of course, he might also faint on the spot like the guy above. After a while, there were only four or five Yakuza left, forming a scattered formation, looking at the shirtless "drunkard" in front of them in horror.

Everyone looked at each other, and the situation turned into a stalemate for a while. Of course, the main reason is that Chen Yan is a little tired. After all, fighting is still very energy-consuming. If he is fighting a woman, that is another matter. (Yakuzas: Do you hear what you are saying is human?!)

"Weird...monster..."

The Yakuzas were a little helpless at this moment. A dozen of them hit one of them, and he was so stunned that he lay down. If this was said, they were still hanging out in Kamurocho.

"Damn it... Zinei (go to hell)!" A Yakuza Ruozhong explained at this moment what it means to be angry, starting from the heart and turning evil into the courage. When the fear reaches the limit, it is anger.

He moved! He rushed forward! The bat in his hand was raised high! He is not fighting alone at this moment! He is not alone!

Come on! The gangster uncle with a baseball bat!