Superman's Journey

Chapter 40

The building that Ross promised was very good, but the appointment was not available tonight, but Lincoln was not too worried because he had other residences.

The Continental Hotel, the faction that Lincoln had Schmidt set about building before leaving Claussburg.

Although Schmidt's ambitions were eventually shattered by Captain America, the Continental Hotel, an organization that had absolutely nothing to do with Hydra on the surface, survived.

Later, the Continental Hotel, which is the liaison organization of the dark side killer, was absorbed by Hydra and became an important part of the dark side that ruled the world.

It can be said that Lincoln's original expectations for the Continental Hotel have been fully satisfied during this period.

175 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan Island, New York, just like killers traveling around the world day and night, the Continental Hotel never stops operating. Whenever you open the door and enter the hotel that is not open to the public, you can always see To the scrupulous front desk standing behind the counter.

The moment Lincoln walked into the hotel, the camera had already recorded his face and completed the only comparison. Glancing at the comparison information on the screen, Charon at the front desk looked at Lincoln calmly: "Sir, we are a private club, not open to the public. Open."

"I know it's a private club." Lincoln looked at the crowd passing by, and nodded slightly: "So there must be a way to live here, right?"

Charon looked at Lincoln carefully for a few seconds, making sure he was not joking, and then took out a card from the counter and put it in front of Lincoln: "Sir, you need to activate your personal information before you can check in."

Lincoln took the business card and glanced at it. It was a website address, a network address that was different from what he knew.

He pondered for a moment, then handed the card back: "I don't have a mobile phone or a computer, why don't you help me?"

Looking at Lincoln's plain attire, Charon was silent again. After a while, he put back the card on the front desk, and then silently typed on the computer keyboard.

"Name."

"Lincoln."

"Sex. Age."

"Secret."

"Codename."

".god."

The movement of Charon's hands suddenly stopped. He raised his head and gave Lincoln a meaningful look: "Are you sure you want to use this code name? This is not a game."

"I'm sure." Lincoln nodded, with a slight smile on his face: "You just need to register."

Charon glanced at Lincoln again, as if he wanted to find out where Lincoln got the courage to register such a name in the assassin organization's network, but after pondering for a while, he couldn't see anything.

Finger tapped three times on the keyboard, and as Charon pressed the Enter key, a codename called 'God', which no one dared to take, appeared in the registration network of the killer organization.

The registration network of killer codenames is a public network, and there are almost always people watching to see if there are new killers joining, so the appearance of the codename 'God' can't be hidden from their eyes.

When a group called "Shock!Some people dare to call themselves 'God'! "When the post appeared on the assassin exchange forum, the entire assassin world was detonated.

Killers often choose their code names according to their own wishes, but considering that a cool code name will often become the target of everyone's attention, most people's code names are mediocre.

In a group of code names that combined letters and numbers, the code name 'God' seemed out of place, like a rookie taunting everyone.

Some people didn't care about this, but some people laughed: "Come on, let's teach this new rookie a good lesson. The killer's opponent is not only the police and bodyguards, but also colleagues."

Lincoln didn't know how he was being targeted so soon. After completing the registration of the killer, he pointed to the counter and said, "Help me open a room."

Charon didn't move: "You don't have enough gold coins."

"It doesn't matter if I don't have it, as long as someone has it." Lincoln said, looking at a killer who just walked in from the door: "It will be charged to his account."

Charon glanced at the unlucky ghost who was being targeted by Lincoln, and shook his head: "Sorry, unless he agrees, I can't take out the gold coins in his pocket to pay for your room. In addition, in the Continental Hotel, it is forbidden to use force."

"Really." Lincoln nodded slightly, turned his head to look at the unlucky killer, and stretched out his hand.

With a whoosh, under the stunned eyes of that hapless man, the gold coin he put in his pocket tore his clothes instantly, and fell into Lincoln's hands like a bird returning to its nest.

Tossing the gold coins in his hand made a crisp jingling sound, Lincoln took pictures of the gold coins one by one: "One for staying in the store, one for me, help me find a good-looking partner, I like more traditional ones."

Charon collected the room fee, and tapped another gold coin a few times: "I suggest you add another one, so that the quality will be much higher, and there will be a special selection list. Of course, this is just me personal advice."

Lincoln pondered for a moment, then shrugged and put another gold coin: "Then add another one."

When the dirty deal happened right in front of him, and the money he used was his hard-earned money, the unlucky killer became angry. He rushed forward with a bare face and wanted to snatch the gold coins away, but Charon didn't care Slow but fast, he took the two gold coins away one step at a time.

So, the unlucky guy could only look at Lincoln: "Give me back my gold coins!"

"What if I don't pay it back? What can you do to me?" Lincoln stretched out his hand and broke the unlucky man's hand from the collar, and looked at him with contempt: "Pay attention, this is the Continental Hotel, if If you move your hands, no one can save you."

It's good that Lincoln didn't speak, this statement immediately reminded the unlucky guy, he hurriedly looked at Charon: "You saw it, you just saw it, he stole my gold coins, you should expel him!"

"You said I robbed your gold coins by hand, do you have evidence?" Lincoln chuckled, "Obviously your gold coins got into my hands by themselves, and I just gave them a better home. How can you say that?" I stole your gold coins."

While talking, Lincoln looked at Charon: "If you want me to say, this kind of guy with sinister intentions should be expelled from the killer list, what do you think?"

Charon, who was neutral, didn't speak, just operating on the computer.

The unlucky Killer was already flushed with anger at this time, he stared closely at Lincoln, with a naked killing intent in his eyes: "I will definitely kill you! Just wait for me!"

"Ah, yes, yes, I'll wait." Lincoln waved his hand, took out a piece of Yuan Datou from his pocket and threw it on the ground.

The sight of the unlucky man was involuntarily attracted by the jingling coins, when Lincoln's plain voice sounded: "It's your reward, pick it up."

The unlucky guy's eyes went dark, and he felt that blood was rushing towards Tianling Gai like a fountain.

(End of this chapter)