Chapter 205 The Brotherhood’s Assassination Target
In the grand lobby, bright crystal chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, and the sparkling light yellow halo illuminates this somewhat too quiet hotel.
A group of people in suits with expressionless faces were all looking in one direction - the front desk of the hotel.
Under the old face, a pair of deep eyes fixedly looked at the embarrassed man in front of him.
"John Wick...you shouldn't have come to the Continental at this hour!"
"I have nowhere to go."
The messy long black hair was casually scattered around his ears. The man's eyes turned around casually, and silent figures came into view. He felt several pairs of eyes staring at him.
As a gold coin was thrown to the service staff in front of him, he quickly walked towards the hotel elevator.
"Wait John!"
However, the black receptionist stopped him in a hurry.
He looked towards the direction of the elevator, his pupils contracted slightly, and he didn't signal John Wick to continue until a certain figure disappeared into it.
At this time, John Wick obviously realized something. He looked at the elevator's rising floors.
"Mainland hotels are not safe now..."
Some deep voices came from the side, and John looked at the man who seemed to be reminding him in surprise.
"Anyone else dares to break the rules of the Continental Hotel?"
He frowned, feeling that the man in front of him was just alarmist. The people who came to the Continental Hotel were basically world-renowned killers, and the background of the Continental Hotel was the "High Platform", the manager of all killer organizations.
The Continental Hotel does not allow any assassination or fighting. This is the rule of the high table. All assassins who dare to take action here will be sanctioned by the high table. This also means accepting various assassinations from all directions.
"Have you ever heard of a textile mill?"
The original elegance of the black receptionist's face was gone. His eyes were fixed on the numbers displayed next to the elevator, with a hint of inexplicable meaning in his eyes.
"Textile factory?"
John Wick frowned, as if he thought of something, and his eyes were fixed on the elevator door that had already been closed.
Fake...could he be one of those legendary monsters?
…
Nine floors.
As the elevator door opened, four figures jumped out.
"Haha, this mission was so easy. The gang leader never thought that it was his son who wanted to kill him!"
"Yes, I still can't forget his incredible eyes. Fear? Regret? Or despair! Haha, it's so funny!"
A man and a woman linked their shoulders and told them about the success of their mission.
"Hey, guys, did you notice the figure at the door of the hotel just now?"
A relatively thin man came over.
His insertion made the two of them look wary. Everyone knew the identity of the people who came to this hotel. Even though they knew the rules here, they subconsciously touched the dagger hidden in their cuffs.
"how?"
"That guy is John Wick!"
"John Wick? The guy who killed three people with his bare hands with a pencil?"
The female killer exclaimed in surprise. This name was well-known in the world of killers. In the eyes of killers like them with relatively average records, that guy had become something close to a god.
"Haha, how about it? Maybe we can join forces, and his bounty will be enough for the three of us to be happy for a while!"
The thin man looked at the other male killer with excitement.
"Haha, if you are really interested, go find someone else. We, as husband and wife, are still aware of ourselves. Let's just deal with some minor characters!"
The man refused without hesitation. In his opinion, the man in front of him was just looking for trouble.
"Once we kill that guy, we will no longer be unknown little characters! Are you a little too cowardly?"
The thin man looked at the female assassin on the other side who shook her head in refusal, with disappointment in her eyes.
Leaving aside the two killers who killed the "gang boss", the thin man looked at the fourth figure behind him.
At a glance, there was a strange emotion in the eyes of the thin killer, and the man in front of him had an aura of decadence, which was not the temperament a killer should have.
Treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, the skinny killer still got in there.
"Brother, you must have heard what I just said. How about it? Are you interested?"
"..."
His somewhat dull eyes rolled, and the man said something incomprehensible.
"Have you ever killed an innocent person?"
Frowning his brows, the thin killer was still patient: "Innocent? We killers don't care whether that person is innocent or not? As long as the reward is big enough, I will kill even the president for you!"
Although he was a bit bragging, the thin killer still expressed his thoughts.
"So you must have killed innocent people?"
"??"
The next moment, before the doubts in the skinny killer's heart could be resolved, he saw a big hand "coming towards him", and the palm directly grabbed his head and pulled him aside instantly.
boom!
Click!
The sound of gunshots in the distance flashed by, and the glass burst instantly. The thin killer's head also cracked on the spot like a watermelon as the glass shattered. The bright red watermelon juice mixed with some kind of white liquid splashed on the gorgeous hotel. On the magnificent carpet.
The decadent man fell down in an instant, and gunshots fired one after another, and the shining bullets penetrated through.
Apparently, there appeared to be gunfire going on across the street from the hotel.
The man's figure didn't show the slightest trace of panic as he shuttled quickly along the corridor. He slowly pulled out the pistol at his side, and the next moment, he quickly ran towards the other side of the corridor.
Before he could run a few steps, a man and a woman who had entered the room in front suddenly rushed out. One high and the other low, they fired at the man at the same time.
Faced with the sudden attack, the man kicked up the wall and rolled down from the side. When he landed, he swung his hands. With the sound of a gun, a bullet passed through a beautiful arc and was located below. The retracted palm instantly penetrated.
"Ah, Falk!"
The woman let out a painful cry and looked at the pistol that fell to the ground. She tried to grab it with her other good hand.
boom!
There was a gunshot in the corridor, and the next moment, the woman felt a sharp pain in the center of her head. Before she could struggle, endless darkness enveloped her consciousness.
The male killer hurriedly returned to the room and looked at his dead female companion who fell on the ground in horror.
The sadness only lasted for two seconds, and the next moment he picked up his companion and held him in front of him.
At the door, a figure quickly passed through, and with the sound of gunshots, the bullet with a certain arc instantly grazed the woman's neck and hit the man behind her.
Plop...
The sound of two bodies falling to the ground came from the blood-stained room.
