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

Chapter 266: Rapid preparation for war: Rebellion (Part )

"Actually, I don't know that you are among the officially registered killers of the Continental Hotel, sir." Winston walked to the bar in the room skillfully, took out a glass and poured some bourbon, "Maybe You can explain to me why the murder was committed here."

"It's time for Mr. Daredevil to rest, Mr. Winston." Chen Yan answered the question and took the drink from Winston. His visor automatically changed to a semi-covering one, "You know why Mr. Santino disappeared, don't you? ?”

"I didn't expect that among the people John knew, there were people from Yan country other than Kane." Winston said casually. Yes, from Chen Yan's accent and skin color, Winston could easily identify Chen Yan. Yan's nationality, "I have not received any news that the Assassin Brotherhood is going to go to war with the Templar Order, Mr. Six."

"Of course you can't accept it, because this is my own action and has nothing to do with those guys from the fraternity." Chen Yan took a sip of foreign wine that was like horse urine, frowned slightly and said, "I'm surprised, you They didn’t come with a firing squad.”

"You are John's friend, Mr. No. 6. It can be seen from the fact that you helped John solve Santino's trouble." Winston clinked glasses with Chen Yan indifferently. You are the mysterious killer who kidnapped my clients without knowing it. I think you are no worse than John. Even if I come with a firing squad, I probably won’t be able to stop you, right?"

"However, I guess our conversation won't last long... Charon?"

"Yes, sir." Charon nodded respectfully behind Winston.

"Go and wait at the front desk. I guess... the judge will be here soon." Winston turned his head and ordered softly.

"Ok."

Charon nodded and was about to leave, but Chen Yan spoke: "Mr. Charon."

"Um, what can I do for you? Mr. Blood Dragon?" Charon turned around in confusion.

"Well, I need your help with something." The corners of Chen Yan's mouth slightly raised under the half-covered mask, "Please go to the tailor to prepare a suitable bulletproof suit for yourself. It's best to make your underwear bulletproof. "

"Uh, sorry, what are you talking about?"

Charon asked confused, why did this mysterious Mr. No. 6 make such a strange request when he first came up?

"Believe me, this is for your own good." Chen Yan said pointedly, "I think if those incompetent fools from the High Table are pushed into a hurry, they may kill their own people. I don't want Mr. Black to do this. It’s easy to lose your own uncle.”

"This……"

Charon looked at Winston hesitantly, but Winston waved his hand: "Do as this gentleman says, Charon. After working at the front desk for so many years, you won't forget how to go to the tailor, right?"

"of course not."

Charon could only nodded, then left the room and gently closed the door to the room.

"Your gaze is so long that I admire you, No. 6." Seeing Charon leave the room, Winston stopped pretending and said seriously, "So what exactly do you want to do?"

"I want to give the High Table a little help." Chen Yan smiled slightly, "Maybe you still have hope for the High Table's code of conduct, Mr. Winston, but I can tell you clearly that if you are Lord Night Demon, If you commit a crime at the Continental Hotel in New York, the High Table will not only arrange for assassins to intercept and kill Mr. Night Demon, but will even order you to issue a reward for Mr. John, so that if Mr. Night Demon does not die, you will be the one who dies."

"You and Lord Night Demon are old acquaintances and old friends..."

"In the face of the rules of the Continental Hotel, no one can take into account old relationships, not even me." Winston said coldly, "I have been running the hotel for decades for the High Table Club, and I represent New York... "

"It's the High Table, asking you to represent the whole of New York, Mr. Winston." Chen Yan interrupted Winston rudely, "Maybe I can make a bet with you... I will survive under the bounty offered by the Continental Hotel. Come down, and you will be deprived of all rights by the Continental Hotel, and your hotel will also be reduced to ruins."

"Are you threatening me?" Winston frowned.

"No, no, no, Mr. Winston, don't get me wrong." Chen Yan waved his hands in a pretense of panic, but kept a smile on his lips under the mask, "I'm just stating the facts."

"You have violated my bottom line by committing murder in the Continental Hotel, No. 6." Winston's eyes were indifferent, but Chen Yan could see the uneasiness buried in his heart at a close distance, "Camorra ordered John The reward has been cancelled, but the Continental Hotel’s reward for you is about to begin. Even if you are John’s helper, it will not help…”

"You left me no choice, Number Six, I can only declare your excommunication. I hope you can tell John if you have time. I'm sorry to have to deal with his friends."

"Although you are not a registered killer of Continental Hotel, I also want to inform you that any services and suppliers related to Continental Hotel will be completely closed for you. Any registered killer of Continental Hotel who uses relevant rights and interests to help you will be regarded as The accomplices are wanted together," Winston read out to Chen Yan a notice belonging to the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York as if it was a routine matter. "I hope you can contact John as soon as possible to prevent him from getting involved."

"I'm sorry, but your life will be taken back by the Continental Hotel."

"I'm curious why I'm not dead yet." Chen Yan responded in a low voice, imitating Lord Night Demon's voice. He even adjusted the voice changer on his visor to a low and hoarse voice similar to John's.

"Because I haven't announced it yet." Winston frowned as he looked at the indifferent young man in front of him, pointing towards the window behind Chen Yan. "Look out the window, Six."

Chen Yan turned back and looked out the window. As soon as Winston finished speaking, the flow of people around the Continental Hotel in New York stopped strangely.

Hundreds of people? Thousands of people? no one knows.

"It's now."

The management of the Continental Hotel, who was monitoring their conversation through Bluetooth headsets, had already sent Winston's order to all the registered killers of the Continental Hotel in the surrounding area. They uniformly set their sights on the towering building. Seems to be waiting for something.

While Chen Yan was deep in thought, Winston coughed lightly, and the stagnant crowd resumed action.

Winston pursed his lips, nodded to Chen Yan, and then turned his attention to his watch: "You have half an hour, the 6th."

"To be honest, I'm looking forward to it. Mr. Winston." Chen Yan said in a brisk tone, "In fact, I feel that you are looking down on me by leaving me half an hour..."

"You remind me of Jonathan when he was young, No. 6. He was just like you back then, fearless, even if the enemy was the God of Death himself..." Winston said meaningfully. "But I think you don't have much time."

"Tell your men, as well as the idiots who are coming to judge me, tell them all, Mr. Winston." Chen Yan strolled to the door and said disdainfully, "No matter who comes , no matter who they are, I will kill them, I will kill them all."

"I take back what I said just now. What you said just now is as vicious as John is today." Winston's eyes changed when he looked at Chen Yan, and a sudden smile appeared on his face. In Chen Yan, he seemed to see the shadow of the man who made all the killers in the Continental Hotel talk about it. "I will remember you... Goodbye, Mr. Blood Dragon from Yan Kingdom."

Chen Yan chuckled and opened the door, leaving behind a low and hoarse voice.

"Goodbye, Mr. Winston."

Winston took out his mobile phone, dialed the number, looked at the closed door, and said softly: "Create a file, code name No. 1500, nationality Yan country, the photos will be intercepted by the surveillance camera in the Continental Hotel in New York later, and will be released to the public. There is a reward for the fine. The amount of the reward is... million US dollars."

"Order, number, accepted." The tapping sound of an old-fashioned typewriter came from the other end of the phone.

On the 8th floor of the Continental Hotel in New York, Chen Yan slowly stepped into the elevator, his scarlet visor covering his entire face again.

The elevator door slowly closed.

"Let's make a scene!"