Four hundred and fiftieth eight chapters high table
London.
Click!
The gorgeous gilded door handle was violently twisted open, and the well-dressed butler strode impolitely into the master's bedroom.
He didn't even have time to salute to show his gentlemanly demeanor, he couldn't wait to rush to the front door made of black walnut wood, and opened the moderately thick velvet spy.
"Jazz? Jazz!"
As soon as the housekeeper called twice, he reached out his hand impatiently and roughly pulled the sleeping old Sir up from the bed.
"Um?"
"I'm very sorry Sir, there is an emergency communication over there, at the level of Sirrus, and you are required to participate in the parliamentary conference call immediately."
The old knight was obviously still half asleep and half awake, not fully awake. He just responded softly and had no other reaction.
The butler apologized when he saw this, pulled the old jazz up, took the pajamas next to him and put them on casually, and then before the old jazz could react, he half-forced and half-supported him into the wheelchair parked at the door.
Go up, take the indoor elevator, and enter the third underground floor.
Ding.
The elevator door opens, and everything in front of you is bright.
No one would know that there is a place similar to a combat command room in the underground of such an old and honest castle building.
"Philip, I need an explanation!"
After all this torment, as long as it's not a dead pig, there will eventually be some reaction.
Although the old Sir is old, he is not useless. Although his brain is slow, it can still be used.
"Sir..."
"Your Excellency Russell has arrived. More than half of the people attending this high table meeting are present. According to regulations, this meeting is a valid meeting."
A virtual projection suddenly appeared in front of the old knight, and the empty area in front of him seemed to suddenly turn into a solemn conference hall with a mysterious background.
Including himself, there are a total of twelve high-backed seats, but only five seats are controlled. The remaining figures are also covered in black robes. Only the outline of the body can be seen, and the facial features and limbs are completely covered.
An image that melts into darkness.
It feels particularly like a monk among the undead.
The old knight frowned, and first glanced at the butler standing next to him. He saw that his face was calm and his body was naturally relaxed. Even though his body was straight, he stood beside him and looked like he was waiting for a call at any time.
It can still be seen that he seems to be very calm inside and does not take this disrespectful offense seriously at all.
It seems certain that the old Jazz will not punish this.
And this is indeed the case. The old jazz just looked at it, then turned his head and spoke slowly: "Who can tell me? What time is it now?"
"London time, it should be four o'clock in the morning!"
The first figure on the left answered. Her voice seemed to be that of an elderly woman, and her words were full of force and force.
The old knight nodded: "Very good, then who can tell me why you wake up an insomniac old man who finally fell asleep at four o'clock in the morning and attend an emergency meeting?"
"Lord Russell, maybe you don't know yet, but the North American branch that I just mentioned suffered a devastating blow a few hours ago.
Including New York, our ten Continental hotels scattered in different cities were attacked at the same time!
So far, New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, Houston, Boston, Miami, and Philadelphia have all been confirmed to have been purged.
According to preliminary estimates, we have lost 47 democratic-level managers, 394 ordinary staff, 1,250 peripheral staff, and most importantly, more than two dozen killers active in various places.
All 1,300 people disappeared."
"How many?"
The old knight thought he had heard wrongly.
Even if several congressmen learned the relevant information in advance, they were stunned by this number. Almost everyone's eyes were focused on one person, listening to his slow description.
"Rough statistics, we have lost more than four thousand people! And this number is still increasing!"
The old knight took a deep breath: "Who is the other party? How many people are there? Or...what went wrong in any link and the United States sent out its troops?"
"No! It is said that there is only one person... uh... I mean the number of people they transfer every time is very small..."
"You know I don't want to hear this!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Russell, because it happened so suddenly, and only a few hours have passed so far, we really don't have much information.
The only thing that is certain is that we must have something to do with this man!"
A few congressmen who knew the inside story gave a brief explanation, and then waved their hands, and a photo of John Wick looking a little embarrassed on a rainy night appeared above the conference table.
"Night Stalker?" The old knight frowned.
"That's right! It's him! But he didn't do it. Although this guy is powerful, he is not so powerful. It can even be said that he is the trigger of everything..."
"what do you want to say in the end?"
The old jazz man became impatient. He was an old man and his quality of sleep was not good. Now that he was forced to wake up in the middle of the night, he naturally felt a little grumpy.
Seeing that the guy was talking too much and couldn't express the main point, he couldn't help but raise his voice by an octave.
The man paused and waved his hand: "I mean, this person may be the key to all this!"
The photo changed, the background was the same rainy night, but the person was replaced by an Asian woman with fair skin wearing a dress.
"who is she?"
"Lan Weiwei, tonight's winner, the owner of a 15 million bounty!"
A congressman explained: "But she is under siege now and may be dead..."
"..."
The old jazz man's eyebrows twitched, wondering if this was some kind of joke?
"Of course, all this is just a guess. After all, the thing happened so suddenly. We were completely unprepared and had no idea who this group of people was.
But after our simple investigation, we found that in the recent period, only two people have been sanctioned by the High Table, one is John Wick, and the other is this lucky girl." One person sighed softly, and slowly
answer.
"Why was this girl sanctioned?" the old knight asked.
"This... I have to ask your most loyal arbiter!"
Another person shrugged lightly and answered in a calm tone.
He obviously didn't bring any room for surprise, but the old knight, who had become a mature man, still noticed something.
He turned to look at the butler, who gave him reading glasses and a tablet.
Putting on his reading glasses, he looked down and found that the bright screen displayed the bounty rankings in North America.
Ranking first is Lan Weiwei, who has a reward of 10 million US dollars.
Seeing this, the old jazz man immediately understood what was going on. He was silent for a moment, handed the tablet to the butler, then stared at everyone in the projection with a serious expression, and said: "Suppress this matter as soon as possible!"
