227, the female killer who came to the door for help
Zhenglian Headquarters.
trial room.
"haven't seen you for a long time!"
After arriving at the interrogation room, Russell spoke first.
After seeing Russell come to the interrogation room, Perkins wanted to get up.
But as soon as she exerted force, severe pain spread from the wounds on her body.
"haven't seen you for a long time!"
Perkins endured the pain in his body and said slowly.
Seeing the cold killer who was well-known in the killer world turn into what she is now, Russell was a little curious about what she had gone through.
He and Perkins have known each other for a long time, but he has never seen Perkins look so embarrassed.
Usually, after the killer is injured, he will find a safe place to hide, lest his enemies receive the news and come to seek revenge.
Although Russell was not Perkins' enemy, their relationship was not good enough to provide him with protection.
After observing Perkins' current condition through perspective, Russell found that Perkins' condition was more serious than it appeared.
To be precise, if he did not receive medical help, Perkins would only have one hour to live.
Internal bleeding, broken ribs, and several penetrating wounds from pistol bullets.
In fact, even without the power of clairvoyance, just by looking at the blood under Perkins' chair, you can tell that her current condition is not generally bad.
"Sorry, if there was no other place to go, I would never come to your place without permission."
Perkins said reluctantly, his cold and charming face covered with beads of sweat.
"To make you so embarrassed, I'm a little curious now what kind of commission you received?"
Russell said as he came and sat down opposite Perkins.
Although Perkins was in a bad state now, he would not die for a while. He planned to ask the questions first and then decide whether to save Perkins.
"It's not a commission, it was done by the Continental Hotel."
Perkins gave an answer that Russell didn't expect.
"Did the hotel do it?"
"Why should the hotel deal with you? Did you kill someone in the hotel?"
Russell continued to ask.
"No, I didn't break any of the hotel's rules."
"In fact, I don't know why the hotel took action against me, but the people who dealt with me were indeed sent by the hotel."
"You should be familiar with this thing, right?"
After speaking, Perkins took out a small metal object from his pocket and threw it to Russell.
Although it was stained with some blood, Russell didn't mind and caught the small object thrown by Perkins.
This is a small badge with a unique shape, not much larger than the gold coins on the high table.
For ordinary people, this is just a small badge with a somewhat unique shape, nothing special.
But for the killer at the Continental Hotel, this badge is anything but simple.
This is a badge that only the aces among the hotel's direct killers are eligible to obtain.
Killers with this badge can use the services of all mainland hotels for free.
To put it simply, this badge is the membership card of a killer directly affiliated with Continental Hotel.
"You can kill the hotel's direct killer. It seems that your strength has improved a lot."
Russell put down the blood-stained badge and said with a smile.
And not all ace killers can get it. Only those ace killers who have been certified by the high table can get this badge that can use the free services of all mainland hotels.
As far as Russell knows, the Continental Hotel has only issued less than ten of these badges in total.
He had a chance to get one, but the high table table didn't give it to him in the end.
It's not that he's not strong enough, it's that the high table knows the little secrets between him and Winston.
"These are what that guy left." Perkins pointed to the wounds on his body with a wry smile.
"Although you paid a big price, the fact that you are still alive means that you are still stronger."
Russell said with a smile.
"The other party was careless, otherwise, I would definitely be the one who died."
Perkins knew exactly how he survived.
If the other party hadn't seen that she was a woman and that she was pretty good-looking, and had some inappropriate thoughts, she would never have had any chance.
"Okay, let's not talk about this for now."
"Why did the hotel send a direct killer to kill you? Do you know the reason?"
Russell asked about the most curious place.
Normally, as long as they don't kill people in the hotel or assassinate hotel managers and employees, the hotel will not deal with outsourced killers like Perkins.
After all, Continental Hotel is just a middleman.
Although this middleman itself is a behemoth in the killer world, in any case, the Continental Hotel is still positioned as a hotel.
Providing services to other killers and establishing a few rules for the chaotic killer world that do not violate the interests of many killers are basically the entire external role of the Continental Hotel.
Of course, when someone really wants to kill someone, Continental Hotel will not be stingy about taking action.
Whether it is sending out directly-operated killers or entrusting outsourced killers, Continental Hotel will not hesitate at all.
But having said that, Perkins is a veteran killer who has been in the killer world for many years. She cannot easily offend the Continental Hotel.
"I don't know much more than you know now. I only know that the hotel not only took action on me, but also on other people."
Perkins' tone grew weaker and weaker.
"Are you sure you haven't done anything sinful to the hotel recently?"
"Absolutely not, I'm not a lunatic like you!"
"Then why does the hotel send out directly-operated killers to kill you with great fanfare, and the ones sent are elites?"
Russell pointed to the badge on the table.
"If I knew, I wouldn't be so embarrassed now."
"I know you're curious now, but can you give me some emergency help first? I've lost a lot of blood now."
Perkins looked at Russell with a pleading look on his face.
Although there are some bruises on his face and it is stained with some blood, Perkins's appearance is still online.
"It's okay to save you, but I hope my rescue will be duly rewarded, do you understand?"
Russell said slowly.
"Understood!" Perkins nodded seriously.
After looking at Perkins' increasingly pale face, Russell raised his right hand, and a white tentacle emerged from his index finger.
Although he didn't know what the purpose of this white tentacle was, Perkins swallowed unconsciously after seeing the white tentacle.
The white tentacles soon came to Perkins and wrapped around her left hand.
cure!
When the white tentacles possessed Perkins' left hand, Russell did not hesitate and directly used the extraordinary healing power of the King's Serum.
Perkins, who was already wandering in front of the gate of hell, soon felt a vitality that could not be described in words.
In just the blink of an eye, all the wounds on his body disappeared, and his face, which was abnormally pale due to excessive blood loss, returned to its normal rosy complexion.
After curing all the injuries on Perkins, Russell retracted the white tentacles and continued to ask: "Now, you can tell everything you know."