Why can I take away the hard-earned money I have worked hard to find a way to make?

Lake narrowed his eyes and turned on the group ridicule mode at the many killers in the bar without hesitation.

The expressions of the killers in the bar are changing.

With a snap.

A bald man with the code name Bald, who is also a man of his name slapped his desk and said, "Black King, you are too arrogant."

Lake's mouth was arced: "Is that so? I'm sorry, I'm just such a person. If you don't agree, you can shoot."

"Do you think I dare not?"

"Oh."

Lake lowered his head and smiled.

Next second.

Glock appeared in Lake's hand in a 17th style, aiming the muzzle at the bald man.

The bald man's face suddenly changed: "Black King, this is a mainland hotel."

Lake tilted his head: "I know, I still know, I dare to shoot here, do you want to bet?"

Bald man: "..."

The bartender stopped wiping the wine glass himself, but did not choose to report the situation here, but watched from the side with interest.

The other killers did not move much, just looked at Lake and the bald man.

Lake had a smile from beginning to end on his face.

The bald man has a sloppy eyes.

After a while.

The bald man snorted coldly, then got up and walked towards the elevator.

All right.

He dared not gamble.

Although it is a bad rule for not shooting in a hotel in mainland China, if Lake really shoots, the bald man himself will die, and no matter how he calculates, he will suffer a loss.

so……

The bald man is cowardly.

Seeing this, Lake smiled, and then turned the pistol in his hand and disappeared.

"sharp."

"Not as good as you."

Lake smiled at Carlos, who was sitting opposite him again and said, "You are the killer in the killer world. I am just a little transparent person and I earn hard money. So if someone wants to steal my money, I will be very angry. I am so angry that only by killing that person's family and leaving him alone can I relieve my hatred."

The sound was low, but it was enough to spread throughout the audience.

Lake once again warned everyone in the bar not to steal his money.

Just then.

A sound came from the bar's megaphone.

[The Cross of the Killer, the expulsion order takes effect one hour later, the reward amount is 1.5 million, and the reward order is for everyone.]

here we go!

Lake raised his eyebrows and looked at Carlos sitting opposite him.

Carlos' expression did not change at all.

He knew that he had already made mental preparations when he came back at this moment.

Many killers in the bar have begun to move towards the elevator, intending to find a favorable location outside the mainland hotel.

The bartender had already walked out of the bar and was ready to politely invite Carlos to leave. From the moment the eviction order came into effect, all businesses under the name of the mainland hotel and the killer world were closed to Carlos.

"The cross first..."

"etc."

“…”

Carlos made a wait gesture to the bartender who had already walked to the table, then drank the last glass of whiskey in front of him, and then looked at Lake: "Can you give me one night?"

Lake didn't say anything but looked at Carlos.

Carlos smiled and said, "Since I'm leaving, I plan to find a few more people to accompany me. Can I give me one night?"

Lake said: "I have no objection, but, are you persisting in living?"

He came here tonight and told his girlfriend Morin that he would come out to buy a pack of cigarettes. If he stayed outside for another two hours, Lake felt that his girlfriend would probably call the emergency number and say that he would go out to buy cigarettes and disappear.

By then, the New York Police Department will be in trouble.

After all, this is not impossible, considering that Lake destroyed a killer organization not long ago.

only……

Can Carlos last overnight?

"Don't worry!" Carlos stood up and handed the note in his hand to Lake and said, "For him, I will stick with it. This is the only thing I can do."

Lake took the note, but didn't go to see it, and nodded: "Okay, I wish you a happy hunt."

Carlos smiled: "Thank you!"

After saying that.

Carlos turned around and walked towards the elevator, walking freely.

It is estimated that New York will be in a bloody storm tonight.

Lake said in his heart, then drank Bourbon in front of him, thinking that Carlos had left the mainland hotel, then got up and walked towards the elevator.

Although it is a bit different from the two million US dollars reward I imagined.

but……

One million and a half million US dollars are also a lot, you can draw prizes fifteen times.

A great profit.

Star Building.

Molin, who was sitting at the bar reading a book, was waiting for Lake to come back in pajamas, turned around and looked at Lake who entered the house, frowned slightly: "Are you running to New Jersey to buy cigarettes?"

Lake shrugged, "I met a friend on the road and chatted for a while."

Morin blanched his eyes at Lake, got up, came over to help Lake take off his coat, and gave a slight move: "Are you still drinking?"

Lake said: "Just two drinks in the bar."

Morin was speechless: "You are injured and you are still drinking. Do you really think you are an Iron Man?"

"That playboy is the Iron Man."

"What?"

"……nothing!"

Lake hit him and hugged his girlfriend with one hand: "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm probably going to be healed in three days."

Morin looked at Lake with a helpless look on his face and sighed, shook his head: "Go take a shower."

Lake smiled and said, "Abide by the order!"

Late at night.

Lake leaned against the bed with his upper body naked, first glanced at his girlfriend Molin who was quietly asleep next to him, and then his eyes fell on the bay window of the bedroom, and then wanted to see New York under the stars through the curtains of the bay window.

New York will probably be particularly busy tonight.

Two hours have passed.

It is estimated that Carlos's final hunting has begun, and I don't know how many assassins overestimate themselves are going to bury Carlos.

Lake thought in his heart.

In Lake's mind, Carlos's threat is even above John Wick.

Very simple.

Carlos is a top assassin with the magical skills of Gun Fighting, and John Wick is equally powerful, but in terms of personal combat effectiveness, he is far inferior to Carlos who can make bullets turn.

Just eighty percent of the killer world know that a rush of killers may have a chance to join them together. I hope to take Carlos's bounty alone is undoubtedly a delivery.

Lake glanced at the phone he placed at the bedside.

I wasn't worried that the phone would ring in a while. Before Carlos's reward order came into effect, it was estimated that the mainland hotel's corpse collection team had already begun to branch out in every corner of New York.

No corpse.

Of course there is no case, but tonight, the patrol police will probably fall asleep.
Chapter completed!