Chapter 206 The Power of Eternal Night
The distance is just too far.
Cross's gaze was a little deep. He originally planned to take a rest at the Continental Hotel, but he didn't expect that there were people from the textile factory here as well.
You know, the high-top table behind the Continental Hotel has always been at odds with the textile factory.
Listening carefully to the movements nearby, Cross quickly deduced that the High Table, who claimed to be the supreme leader of the killer organization, was obviously hesitant to take action.
call……
As the top killer of the textile factory, Cross realized certain problems during a recent assassination mission. In order to satisfy his own selfish desires, the leader of the textile factory completely violated the instructions of the textile machine of destiny.
Jealous of evil and regarding the loom of fate as the cross of the meaning of his life, he betrayed the organization without hesitation and tried to correct everything.
However, Sauron, the boss behind the textile factory, did not hesitate to issue a wanted order for the killer he once relied on most.
Cross was not afraid of the killers in the textile factory, but recently, he suddenly discovered that the hands and feet of these guys seemed to reach behind his back - his son Wesley.
He cannot tolerate this!
After passing the hotel's bunker, the cross quickly passed through the corridor and came to the elevator at the back of the hotel.
Looking at the numbers scrolling on the side, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked around subtly.
Ding dong…
The elevator door opened, and the cross figure quickly flashed in.
The Continental is no longer safe and he should leave.
As the elevator ran at high speed, he soon returned to the first floor again.
Everyone's eyes stopped on him, and each of them took out a pistol. Obviously, the movement above the hotel had attracted their attention.
Seeing this situation, the cross was relieved, which meant that the high table was not indifferent.
Faced with the provocation from his peers, even if this peer was a detached existence, Gaotai Zuo also showed his fangs.
Ignoring those people, Cross quickly walked towards the side door.
"Sir? Do you know the rules?"
A voice came from the side. He turned around and saw that it was the black receptionist of the Continental Hotel. His face was serious at this time.
Through certain details, Cross could see the nervousness of the man in front of him. Obviously, he was far from as calm as he appeared on the surface.
"I know!"
He seemed to drop a word casually, then turned around and left.
Just when he was about to go out of the back door, the changes outside the door made his expression change drastically.
The clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, the wind was howling, and the originally bright alley became extremely dark in a very short period of time.
The corners of Cross's eyes twitched slightly.
This unpredictable weather change wasn't the only reason he stopped.
He looked at the man in the narrow passage on the side of the hotel with some horror.
The tall body was wearing some kind of military combat uniform. The man slowly opened his black helmet, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes.
Looking down, he looked at the armband with a corner exposed, like a black sun emitting golden brilliance.
"Eternal Night..."
The cross retreated involuntarily. Naturally, he was no stranger to the textile factory's latest and highest-level assassination warrant.
Because an outstanding killer had already died in that mission, which was extremely rare for a textile factory whose assassination success rate was close to 100%.
When a normal killer carries out an assassination mission, the worst result is that the assassination fails and the killer absconds. But in that mission, Sauron sent two killers. One died on the spot, and the other was actually "scared". Dare to take action!
After returning to the hotel, Cross saw the killers who kept looking out the window to inquire about the situation.
The black receptionist looked at the man returning through the back door in surprise.
"What's happening here?"
Even he couldn't understand the situation in front of him. The things he encountered today were one after another. First, the killer of the textile factory appeared in their mainland hotel, and then started a fierce battle. Now, there was an inexplicable change in the weather. .
Everything today seems to be somehow strange.
Jingle bells, bells, bells…
The harsh ringing of the phone attracted some people's attention, and the black receptionist quickly answered the phone.
His face showed a kind of disbelief, and he looked at the man slowly walking down the second floor of the hotel.
"Boss, Gaotaizi actually asked us to give up our resistance?"
The old man waved his hand to signal the black receptionist not to say anything further. His eyes hurriedly passed over the silent cross, and then he walked towards the main entrance of the Continental Hotel.
All the killers looked at the old man with serious expressions. They all meant that the man in front of them acted in person, which meant something.
The cross's eyes were still on the back door. That figure seemed to be carrying no weapons, but it made him tremble with fear!
He seemed to have guessed something, and his eyes finally revealed a solemn meaning.
Opening the hotel door that had been closed by the killers, Winston's face was filled with a bright smile, and he looked at the man walking towards him with a smile on his face.
Those scarlet pupils made his hair stand on end, but they didn't make him take a step back.
"Dear Yongye came to visit, I don't know what you are doing."
Looking at the smiling man, No. 3 passed by him expressionlessly.
This direct contempt made Winston's face instantly darken.
The other party seems to be giving him power!
A series of meaningful eyes were fixed on him, but No. 3 did not feel uncomfortable at all, and the corners of his mouth were raised.
"I have heard that the Continental Hotel is the habitat of killers. Now I see that it is indeed well-deserved!"
Looking at the alert people with interest, No. 3 turned to look at the man who walked back from the gate.
"I guess the high table has contacted your company. I wonder why you came here this time. As far as I know, we don’t seem to have any intersection with you?"
"Maybe it’s not you, but what I’m looking for is related to you!"
Looking at Winston who dared not show any dissatisfaction, No. 3 thought he was sensible in his heart and smiled.
"As a world-renowned killer organization, I guess you should know the textile factory, that is, there is an organization with some unknown loom, which has been fulfilling a certain destiny? We are looking for them!"
No. 3 looked directly at the old man, listening to the heartbeat of the person in front of him. This mission was ordered by the ancestor, so he naturally had to take it seriously. The person in front of him seemed to be the manager of this Continental Hotel, and that was his target.
As for why the ancestor knew the organization that assassinated them, No. 3 was not surprised at all. In his eyes, Lin Jue was an omniscient and omnipotent god.
After arriving in America, Lin Jue directly asked him to find the Continental Hotel in New York, saying that here he should find clues about the organization that attacked them before, so he came!
The change in weather was also caused by the ancestor. The ancestor's attention made No. 3 have no worries. Looking at those faces that frightened the world, in his eyes, they were just some delicious blood food.
"Textile factory?"
Winston showed a thoughtful expression, and soon, he apologized helplessly.
"Sorry, this distinguished gentleman, you are indeed looking for a killer organization, but it has nothing to do with our Continental Hotel. I believe you have investigated it before you came. Our Continental Hotel is affiliated with the High Table. Although it is called the cradle of all killers, it has no control over that mysterious organization!"
"Investigate? Oh, I haven't investigated it. This is what the ancestor said personally? Do you want to lie to me... or dare to question the words of the ancestor?"
No. 3 narrowed his eyes slightly, and his red eyes stared directly at the man in front of him who was not surprised by honor or disgrace.
Feeling this unreasonable words, Winston was furious, but he stopped his men who had already revealed their murderous intentions behind him. His old face was full of smiles. The other party did not investigate them, but they investigated each other!
The huge corporate industry, the arms organization independent of the country, and the mysterious and unpredictable Duke of Evernight who was almost created as a god by legend, this suddenly rising behemoth is far from as simple as he saw on the surface.
It’s not that their high-level table didn’t receive the task of assassinating the top leaders of Yongye, but all of them were rejected by the elders of the high-level table, especially the elders in Europe, who were very afraid of Yongye.
They didn’t even know that Yongye had a conflict with the textile factory, but the other party came here directly, obviously relying on something.
Winston glanced at a figure from the corner of his eye, and was considering whether to reveal the identity of the man, but the man in front of him was too arrogant. If he told everything, wouldn’t he lose face?
“… I dare not.”
Bang!
The glass of the door burst in an instant, and in Winston’s shocked eyes, turbid and dark blood splashed on his face.
He looked at No. 3 who was shot in the head in disbelief.
The lobby was silent at this moment, and everyone was stunned to watch the change in the situation in front of them. A guy who made the hotel managers on the mainland greet him with a smile was actually shot in the head in front of them?
On the other side, Cross' pupils shrank sharply, and he looked out the window in astonishment. He saw a figure passing by. He couldn't believe that the guy dared to attack the people of Yongye. Did they not know how powerful these guys were?
Did the killers in the textile factory recognize the identity of No. 3? Cross dared to guarantee that they would recognize the force that made the textile factory feel the crisis for the first time. How could they not recognize it?
That bright and unique armband was too conspicuous!
However, it was only a moment of commotion, and everyone looked at the figure who was still standing there in disbelief.
Winston, who was closest, wiped the blood off his face. His eyes were full of horror, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.
The golden bullet was slowly squeezed out by the flesh and blood, and the originally frozen face of No. 3, who was shot in the head, pulled up an exaggerated arc.
