Safe room on the top floor of the Continental Hotel.
Winston was wearing a decent handmade suit, his white hair had been finely permed and dyed, and was fluffy and stylish. He had a glass of red wine in his hand, but did not drink it.
Instead, he stared at the bald woman on the screen with piercing eyes.
"So far, we have lost forty to fifty killers and have generated up to two million dollars in extra time due to the use of helicopter gunships.
After paying such a huge price, you are telling me now that you don’t know whether the target has been cleared? Are you kidding me?"
"My dear arbiter, believe me, I am more anxious than you, and I regret my hasty decision more. If I knew that that ordinary woman was actually more difficult to deal with than John Wick, I would never listen to you.
The proposal at the time!”
On the surface, Winston admitted his mistake humbly, but inside and outside his words, he put the blame on the other party.
The bald woman narrowed her eyes slightly: "You mean, all this is caused by me?"
"No! You misunderstood, I didn't mean it at all!"
Winston quickly denied it and had no idea of an explanation.
The bald woman stared at Winston silently, with a faint cold light in her eyes, as if she wanted to turn into a sharp sword and cut Winston in two.
Winston always wears a smiling mask, and the softness and indifference in his eyes remain unchanged.
"Very good! I thought that after the turmoil caused by John Wick's decision-making mistake last time, as the manager of the New York branch of the Continental Hotel, he would be able to deeply realize his mistakes and correct himself.
Unexpectedly, within a few days, I made my second mistake again!
So I’m sorry, in order to be responsible to the big shots at the high table, I have to use my rights as an arbitrator!”
The bald woman stopped talking and her eyes were bright.
Winston raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing.
After more than ten seconds of silence like this, the bald woman never got what she wanted to hear. A sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth and she said decisively: "Now, as the arbitrator of the high table, I have officially dismissed you as the New York manager. Please
Within two hours, pack your belongings and leave the Continental Hotel as soon as possible. My manpower will arrive within forty-five minutes. I hope you can complete the handover smoothly, that's it!"
Before Winston could speak, the screen went black.
Winston was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled and drank the red wine in one gulp.
He turned around, pointed the red wine liquid still hanging on the wall of the glass, and pointed the goblet with a pale pink glass towards the light. The bright light penetrated the two layers of curved glass and reflected on Winston's cloudy pupils.
, but bloomed with an unusually dazzling light.
He threw the glass out violently. The glass spun in the air and hit the bookshelf on the right, shattering into pieces.
As if this was a signal, Winston's gentle face disappeared, replaced by something twisted and ferocious.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a lot of resentment from between his teeth.
"Replace my position? Remove my position? What a big tone. Do you really think that just a random person can point fingers at me? Who do you think I am? I am the king of New York! The Continental Hotel is mine, and I can only
It's mine, even if it turns into a pile of ruins!"
Winston unbuttoned his coat, took off his coat roughly, threw it on the ground, took off his cufflinks, and walked towards the bookshelf while rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his old but still thick hair.
arm.
He pressed the mechanism on the table, and the bookshelf vibrated slightly and opened to the left and right sides, revealing a wall full of weapons hanging underneath.
Winston pulled off his tie, grabbed a Thunderton shotgun, checked it casually, and quickly loaded the ammunition.
With a click, the bullet was loaded. Winston put the shotgun on his shoulder and was about to activate the button to open the safe house door.
A black space door suddenly appeared in front of him.
Winston was startled, and reflexively pointed the shotgun at the space door. He frowned and looked at it carefully.
This space door is about one and a half meters wide and more than two meters high. The edge of darkness can be vaguely seen, but the outside shows different heights, like a radiation area of jumping flames.
Because the appearance was so sudden, it was as if he had set up a random sign in front of him, attracting people's attention involuntarily.
The inside of the space door is pure black, as if it has absorbed all the light, and it is the kind that makes you unable to see even your fingers.
It's as if there is hell inside the door, and just looking at it makes people feel creepy from the inside.
At this moment, a foot suddenly stepped out of the space door.
Winston's heart skipped a beat, and he stepped back continuously. Using a nimble pace that was completely unmatched by his old body, he ducked and hid behind the mirror. The shotgun in his hand was pointed at the space door, with his finger on the trigger.
, ready to exert force at any time.
He was not hiding, but looking for a cover.
Although the full-length mirror looks inconspicuous, this thing is made of bulletproof glass. At a critical moment, it can even withstand the bombing of the M-2 machine gun for a short period of time.
Under Winston's nervous gaze, the foot exerted a slight force and brought out a very strange-looking man in a well-dressed suit.
He was holding a silver-white pistol with an extended suppressor in his hand. The model could not be seen, but he could feel that this gun was very sophisticated in terms of materials and public welfare.
Winston has been in the hunting and killing business all his life, and he is also very interested in this kind of art. If he sees it on a daily basis, even if he cannot get it, he will take a few more looks.
But now, his attention is not here at all.
Instead, he stared closely at the black man holding in the man's other hand.
Charon!?
Winston's heart tightened, and he instinctively felt that something was wrong.
"Hehehehe! I don't care if you are an angel or a devil. This is the Continental Hotel and my territory. If you dare to take another step forward, I promise to beat you into a sieve!"
Winston raised the muzzle of his gun slightly and said coldly.
The white man looked at him without any emotion, raised the Charon in his left hand in front of him, and said, "You can give it a try!"
Winston stared at him closely, trying to find an almost impossible flaw.
The white man waited for a few seconds and said calmly: "I'm not interested in playing wooden games with you here. My time is very tight. Now you listen to what I say!"
"First, I want you to do your best to expand the influence of the Lan Weiwei project and send as many killers or private troops as possible to the southern suburbs to participate in this killing feast.
Second, I want you to send a message to the manager of the Continental Hotel in Chicago, telling him that it is best to gather people as soon as possible, the more the better, someone will be there to visit in an hour!"
Winston glanced at Charon and saw that although his loyal assistant had lost consciousness, his chest was rising and falling naturally. It seemed that he was just unconscious and not dead.
"Why should I listen to you?"
"You can choose not to listen! Then when we meet next time, you will know how precious it is for me to be able to talk to you calmly!"
After saying that, the white man dropped Charon and turned around to leave.
Seemingly not worried at all, Winston attacked from behind.
Winston did not fire. Even though he wanted to, he used his willpower to control the finger that was about to move.
"Wait! Who are you?"
"If you must need a name, call me Punisher!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the white man had disappeared into the space door.
Just like he walked out of it, he walked in smoothly.
Then the space door closed automatically and disappeared under Winston's gaze.
Winston waited vigilantly for more than a minute. After confirming that it was safe, he slowly walked to Charon with his gun in hand.
He slowly squatted down and felt his arteries, confirming that he was just unconscious, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
He sat down on the ground, put the safety on the shotgun, and threw it aside.
It was only then that he shed a lot of sweat uncontrollably, soaking his shirt almost instantly.
Winston wiped his forehead and wiped as much sweat as possible on his hair.
"God! This world is getting weirder and weirder!"
He took a long breath and exhaled it slowly. After feeling his mood gradually recover, he sighed slightly and stood up slowly.
In any case, his life was saved. In a sense, this is a victory!
He suddenly thought of the arbitrator and Lan Weiwei who was being targeted, and he couldn't help but want to laugh.
The High Table always thought that they were controlling the world, like aloof gods, but now it seems that they are also a bunch of wretches!
They have no idea what is hidden in this world!
…
A quarter of an hour later, the "Library" updated a task.
[Project name: Lan Weiwei]
[Nature: public account]
[Bounty: US$35 million]
…
As soon as the bounty amount came out, the killers throughout New York State were excited. They quickly found out Lan Weiwei's basic situation, took various means of transportation, and rushed to the target location overnight.
This is 35 million U.S. dollars. I can’t say it’s an unprecedentedly high reward, but it’s definitely in the top ten.
This kind of amount is rare in ten years. How can you miss such an opportunity?
As long as you finish this business, you can retire openly!
Almost every killer who is running for money has similar thoughts.
So, as the news spread more and more, more and more killers began to gather in the southern suburbs.
…
Chicago, Continental Hotel.
Mrs. Blanc was wearing her newly fitted red-rimmed phoenix glasses, sitting in front of the crystal desk, carefully sorting out this week's performance and files.
Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door, and a woman in her early thirties, wearing professional attire and with a ponytail, walked in.
"Madam, Winston's phone number is on line three!"
Mrs. Blanc paused her hand and said, "Winston's guy? He has been in a lot of trouble recently. Is he calling suddenly to beg for mercy or help?"
The woman shook her head: "His tone doesn't even sound like it!"
"Oh? That's interesting!"
Instead, Mrs. Blanc became interested, threw aside the documents at hand, and directly picked up the phone.
"Winston!"
"Bronc!"
"I'm really surprised that you would call me at this time!"
"Haha, I don't mean anything else. I just received an interesting rumor and thought it might be of some use to you."
"Tell me about it!" Mrs. Blanc was a little surprised.
"I heard that someone wants to cause trouble for you!"
"It's not surprising! It happens all the time!"
"This one might be different!"
"where?"
"He said he would come to visit you in an hour! So, it's better to be cautious. I don't want to lose you as an old friend!"
Winston finished these words in a teasing tone and hung up the phone without waiting for Mrs. Blanc's reply.
Mrs. Blanc narrowed her eyes and hung up the phone.
The woman also heard that something was wrong, but she did not interrupt easily. Instead, she folded her hands on her lower abdomen and stood straight, as if waiting for orders.
Sure enough, after Mrs. Blanc lowered her head and pondered for a moment, she slowly raised her head, and her eyes became a bit sharper.
"Louise, notify the emergency team and ask them to prepare. We may have guests coming soon!"
"Understood! Do you want to inform the guests? Due to the bustle in New York these two days, many of our guests have come here to book a room and are waiting for first-hand news at any time. There are quite a lot of people at the moment!"
“Just click on it, there’s no need to explain it too clearly!”
"Understood!"
The woman nodded lightly, turned and left.
Mrs. Blanc picked up the report again, looked at it for a few times, and then put it down again.
She thought about what Winston had just said, and tapped her fingers lightly on the table, making a soft clicking sound.
After halftime, she suddenly took off her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and couldn't help but reveal a somewhat arrogant smile.
"It's really surprising. I didn't expect that after so many years, someone would surprise me! I'm really looking forward to it!"
After a while, the internal broadcast of the Continental Hotel suddenly rang. The content was ordinary and not very nutritious. It was like a warm reminder on a bad street, urging the guests to go back to their rooms and rest early.
The radio only played it once. The woman's voice was gentle and there was nothing noteworthy about it.
But there are not many ordinary people staying in the Continental Hotel.
Those who were interested quickly noticed this broadcast. Although they could not figure out its purpose for the time being, they also vaguely sensed some omens.
The bar on the twelfth floor was crowded before. Everyone was drinking while waiting for the latest news worth 35 million.
But soon, people started leaving one after another.
Thirty minutes later, there were only a few tables left in the bar.
Even the bartender has been replaced by a younger woman.
The previous young man in his early thirties, who was strict in his work, was now on the third underground floor, fully armed with twenty-three other companions.
The instructor loudly instructs from the front, watching everyone equip weapons quickly and accurately.
When everything is ready, the twenty-four armed personnel will be divided into two, and the twelve will be sent directly to the corridor below the top-level safe house and all safety hazard locations.
The other twelve will guard some places on the first, second and third floors that are easily invaded.
They have made all preparations and are waiting for guests to come!
