Chapter 56 You hit me
New York.
Private museum.
"What did you say? What do you mean John Wick can't be found?"
Listening to the report from his subordinates on the phone, Santino was very annoyed.
It had been a whole day since he issued the reward last time.
During this day, the Continental Hotel sent several waves of assassins to assassinate, but no one succeeded.
Instead, bad news came one after another, one after another into his ears.
First, the assassins he brought to New York almost died, even Ares, who he valued the most, was not spared.
Then, John was only slightly injured, but he broke through the siege and escaped from the encirclement.
Until now, there is no news.
A living person just disappeared out of thin air.
This terrible result made Santino unbearable.
"Waste, all a bunch of waste!"
Throwing the phone to the ground, Santino was helpless and furious.
John is still alive and well, then he will be unlucky.
Don't forget, he hired them first, and now they are killing him.
Such erratic behavior is intolerable to anyone, let alone the ruthless "God of Killing".
"No, I can't stay here any longer."
Picking up the phone from the ground again, Santino felt uneasy.
Most of the people he brought to New York had died at John's hands.
There were less than ten people left alive around him.
With such a small number of people, it was obviously not enough to protect his safety. If he stayed in the museum, he would just be waiting to die.
"I have to move to a safer place immediately."
Santino had no intention of returning to Italy.
That road was too far and too prone to accidents.
If John chased him onto the plane, he would not be able to run away even if he wanted to.
Since he had a home that he couldn't go back to, he could only find another safe place.
Looking at the whole of New York, it seemed that only there could ensure his safety and prevent him from being harmed by the God of Killing.
Thinking of this, Santino immediately set off, leaving the museum before John arrived, and hurried to the Continental Hotel under the escort of many bodyguards.
However, what he didn't know was that his little thoughts had been guessed by others.
The Continental Hotel not only could not protect his life, but would become his burial place and the last stop in his life.
...
Continental Hotel.
Escorted by many bodyguards, Santino successfully arrived here.
Along the way, he was nervous and couldn't sit still.
He was afraid that John would suddenly rush out with a pistol at a certain intersection.
Fortunately, the journey was smooth and his worries did not come true.
John never showed up, allowing him to successfully arrive at the Continental Hotel, the safest place in New York City.
"Winston!"
As soon as he stepped into the hotel door, the angry Santino shouted the name of the hotel manager.
Of course, he had reason to be angry.
If the assassins of the Continental Hotel were not so useless and had not been able to kill John, how could he be so embarrassed and flee here like a dog?
"Winston, you have to give me an explanation. And John Wick's membership must be revoked immediately. From now on, all assassin agencies, including your Continental Hotel, can no longer serve John Wick."
Santino was arrogant.
After Gianna's death, the seat at the high table fell on his head, and of course he was qualified to give orders to Winston, the hotel manager.
However, after listening to him for a long time, Winston did not respond at all. He just sat there and read the newspaper quietly. After a long while, he pretended to have just discovered it and raised his head blankly.
"It turned out to be Mr. Antonio. I'm sorry, I'm old and my ears are not good.
What did you say just now? Can you say it again so that I can hear it clearly?"
Winston said, and he also reached out to adjust his glasses, really pretending to be old and blurry.
Santino could of course see that the other party was acting.
After all, the Continental Hotel is quite important.
An old and confused person can't be a manager here.
However, time is urgent now, he has no time to get angry with others, so he can only suppress his anger and speak again with a stronger tone.
"I said, I want you to cancel John Wick's membership! Did you hear me clearly?"
"This is not good, Mr. Antonio."
Winston looked a little embarrassed.
"John Wick has not violated any regulations. According to the rules of the Continental Hotel, I have no reason to deprive him of his membership."
"Winston, correct your attitude. This is an order, not a negotiation!"
No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!
Santino laughed in anger.
"Don't forget, I am a member of the high table, and I have absolute say in the subordinate Continental Hotel."
"Is that so? Not necessarily?"
Facing Santino's anger, Winston slowly reached out and took off his glasses, and said slowly.
"Besides, since you want to deprive John of his membership so much, why don't you talk to him in person?"
"In person?"
Santino instantly realized that something was wrong and turned around to look.
Sure enough, a man with an expressionless face and a cold temperament was right behind him at the moment. His eyes were full of coldness, and one look at him made people feel as if they were falling into the abyss.
John Wick said nothing, as he was as taciturn as usual, just staring at Santino, as if he was thinking about where to start.
"You are really amazing, John."
After a long silence, Santino, who couldn't stand being stared at, spoke first and broke the silence.
"I spent five million US dollars, hired so many killers, and sent my men to act personally.
I didn't expect that after doing so much, I couldn't deal with you, and let you come to me.
But, so what?
Even if you find me, what can you do to me?"
When the time came, he was no longer panicked, but smiled on his face and said confidently.
"This is the Continental Hotel. No one can take action here. Those who dare to violate it will face the whole killer world.
Am I right, Winston?"
He said, turning his head and asking the manager sitting next to him.
Winston nodded.
Yes, the Continental Hotel does have such rules.
The premise is that the person must have enough gold coins to buy all the services in the hotel.
For ordinary killers, this is a difficult thing.
After all, not everyone is John Wick, who can be so efficient and save a large box of gold coins.
But for Santino, this is not a difficult thing.
He is a member of the Camorra family, and the last thing he lacks is gold coins.
As long as he wants, he can live in the hotel for a lifetime, enjoy the hotel's services in a variety of ways, and never repeat a day.
"So, John, do you still want revenge?"
Santino said with a smug smile on his face.
In the Continental Hotel, gold coins are the boss.
No matter how much Winston dislikes him, as long as he can afford the gold coins, the Continental Hotel in New York must serve him.
"I know you want to kill me, John, but it's a pity that you can never do it..."
"That may not be the case."
