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

Chapter 321 A big scene｜Quick decisive battle: Requiem (1)

"I never thought you would let Katia go to Gramont to negotiate terms on your behalf."

France, Paris Underground, Bowery Safe House.

In the dim room, a black braised egg and a hairy egg sat facing each other. Oh, sorry, it was our respected Lord Bowery King, the king of the underground, and His Excellency Winston, the former manager of the Continental Hotel in New York.

Bowery shook the red wine in his glass and said casually.

"I thought you would go in person."

"If there was only Jonathan, I would go there myself." Winston took a sip of the wine in his glass and curled his lips, "Your wine tastes as bad as horse piss."

"I know, you made a deal with the Yanguo people." Bowery gently put down the cup in his hand and leaned forward slightly. The dim light hit one side of his face, illuminating his eyes incomparably. Bright, under the shadow, is his big mouth, "I want to join the game."

"Don't think that I don't know. In fact, the people from the Yan Kingdom have wanted me to join them for a long time, haven't they?"

"Taking the initiative to talk to you, and waiting for you to talk to them, are two different prices, King of the Underground." Winston looked at the black braised eggs in front of him indifferently, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "In fact, if it weren't for the intervention of the Yan people, this matter wouldn't have been so easy."

"If I were to negotiate, I wouldn't have any capital to force Gramont to accept our terms, and I would have to brag to him. False names like Night Stalker's Nemesis would make me, an old man, think about it for a long time... …”

"The situation will be different when the Yan Nation people intervene. Gramont represents the High Table, and the Yan Nation people are part of the High Table. Under pressure, he will definitely agree to the Yan Nation people's conditions first. At this time, whether I will go to negotiate in person has already It doesn’t matter anymore, it’s better to give the Roma a favor.”

"As for you...hasn't that stalker under your command already met the blood dragon?"

"When you informed the Blood Dragon about Kane's daughter, you were already in the game. However, you only thought of negotiating terms with the Yan Nation people now. It's a bit late."

"It's enough to let the people of Yan country owe me a favor. What I want to talk about is the debt issue between you and me, Winston." Bowery King shook his head, with a treacherous look on his face that he didn't even bother to hide. "You have been staying with me for less than half a month, dear former Continental Hotel Manager."

"Tell me about it. Anyway, I have nothing to give you now. I hope you won't give me any loan sharks. I'm just an ordinary poor old man." Winston crossed his hands against his chin and smiled calmly. .

"Well……"

Bowery King thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Quota."

"I want your future staff quota at the New York Continental Hotel, emmm, 30, no, 50."

"Before New York's Continental Hotel was destroyed by Gramont, the total staff, including me, was only over 300. You want 50, and the Yanguo people want 50. How many of my own people do I have?" Winston rolled his eyes. He said, "I only have 30 places for people from the Yan Kingdom. I'll give you 20, no more."

"Deal!" Bowery laughed as if his plot was successful. Then he picked up the glass on the table, touched Winston's wine glass, and drank the wine in one gulp. "I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

"After all, it was impossible for you to take any advantage from me before." Winston smiled and shook his head, tapping his knuckles on the table rhythmically, "How ridiculous, the results of my decades of hard work are still there. Not as good as Grammont’s fart.”

"When you retire in the future, why not come to my kingdom and work as an 'underground prime minister' for me, hahahaha." Bowery laughed, as if he had thought of some interesting scene, but after laughing for a while, he He seemed to be tired and said somewhat boredly: "Tell me, John and the others, how far can they achieve this time?"

"You have the answer in your heart, Bowery." Winston said calmly, looking at the ripples of wine in the glass.

"The High Table will not overturn. John Wick and the Blood Dragon must 'die', but they will become legends and true legends in this dark world under the High Table system."

“Make a name for yourself.”

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Eiffel Tower, at dusk, there is a small wide square less than three kilometers away from the Eiffel Tower.

Unexpectedly, it was very quiet here, eerily quiet, or rather, the whole of Paris was eerily quiet.

In the distance, a long-haired man, wearing a black suit, was walking in the middle of the road, alone with no pedestrians or vehicles.

Deep in the high square, a blind man, also dressed in a black suit and holding a guide stick, walked forward at a snail's pace. He tapped the guide stick in his hand and made a soft sound.

It was already dusk, and the sun was slowly setting toward the sea level. The speed was very slow, and the light stretched the shadows of the two people. The long-haired man turned his back to the setting sun, his face shrouded in shadow. The blind man faces the setting sun, and his face reflects the faint sunlight.

John Wick.

Kane Ye.

Old friends meet again, but there are serious expressions on their faces.

"I thought Koji would be with you."

When the two stood face to face, Ye Ken tilted his head, not noticing the second man's footsteps, and frowned slightly.

"He will, but not now."

John looked at the gray eyes under Ye Ken's glasses who turned his head and said in a deep voice.

"Gramont unilaterally decided the content of the duel. I don't think he notified the Roma Gang, nor you." Ye Ken lowered his voice and said, "Cold weapon, 30 yards range, until death."

"It seems that the Marquis is also afraid of failure." John's face remained unmoved, and the corners of his mouth even raised, "It's very beneficial to you, isn't it?"

"Yes." Ye Ken pursed his lips tightly and nodded helplessly, "Moreover, your reward has not been cancelled, but has been doubled in amount, and it will take effect at 8 o'clock tonight."

"He doesn't want you to arrive at the duel site alive, or in other words, he doesn't want you to arrive intact."

"As expected." John nodded.

"To be honest... I was very sad when I learned that I was going to fight you to the death." Ye Ken fumbled and took out a pendant from his arms and opened it gently. On it was a lovely girl, "The deceased has passed away. Go, the living is the most important... I don't want to do this, but if Mia is still in Grammont's hands, maybe I will tell you..."

"If I had to choose between you and her, I would let you die."

John listened to Ye Ken's words quietly, with a faint smile on his face.

"But it is a pity that our respected Lord Marquis de Gramont did not seize the opportunity." Ye Ken said in a serious manner while suppressing a smile, but he could not suppress the raised corners of his mouth. "I feel so free right now, John."

"so……"

"So?" John asked with a smile.

"Let's kill that son of the beach together." Ye Ken could no longer suppress the corners of his mouth and laughed out loud, "Just like before."

"Let's make a scene!"

John looked at the face illuminated by the dusk sunlight. In a daze, he seemed to see the high-spirited and undefeated God of Killing in his youth. He was also smiling, lowered his head slightly, and stretched out his fist. , and Ye Ken raised his fist, fist bumped lightly, and in a low and hoarse voice, he slowly said the line that belonged to Night Demon.

"Yeah..."