Superman's Journey

Chapter 50 Presbyterian Church: We must act first!
In the hotel room, Lincoln, who had worked hard all night, sat on the sofa and fell into deep thought.

After being idle for two consecutive days, he finally remembered his purpose of coming to the Continental Hotel. He came here to take over the Continental Hotel, not to take care of the Continental Hotel's business.

"Made, you can't do this next time. The four women are just playing and almost forgot about the business!" Lincoln scorned himself, then got up and walked out the door: "At least eight next time!"

In the underground bar, Winston was sitting where he was sitting, tasting fine wine, and admiring the 'empire' he had built by the way.

Just when he was in a good mood, Lincoln walked up to him and sat down. He took Winston's hidden wine and poured himself a glass, and said, "Talk?"

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Winston glanced at his treasured wine, and the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably: "I haven't been willing to drink the glass of wine you just poured for five years."

"Five years?" Lincoln smacked his lips. "It's still not long enough. If it's 50 years, maybe I can taste something special."

As he spoke, he drank the wine in the glass, and then took out a token that Schmidt gave him during World War II and slapped it on the table: "Do you remember this?"

Winston glanced at Lincoln with some doubts. He reached out and picked up the token on the table for a closer look, then shook his head slightly: "What is this?"

Winston's answer was within Lincoln's expectations, but after hearing the answer, he still couldn't help sighing.

Reaching out his hand to take back the exquisite keepsake in Winston's hand, which didn't look like it was produced during World War II, Lincoln seemed to be talking to himself and said, "Do you know the origin of the Continental Hotel?"

The expression on Winston's face changed slightly. Before he could speak, Lincoln continued: "In the past, there was a person who had the power to subvert everything. Unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to resist me."

"In order to survive, he agreed to my request to form the Continental Hotel, and promised that I could regain control of the Continental Hotel at any time in the future with this token."

"I let him live. Although he died in the end, the Continental Hotel has existed for decades."

"I really hope that some of you can still remember this agreement and promise, but now it seems that I think too much."

Lincoln's tone was flat, but it made Winston's hair stand on end.

He didn't move at all, not even a change in his eyes, until Lincoln put the token back in front of him, then stood up and patted him on the shoulder, whispering in a low voice.

"I know that the Continental Hotel is not up to you, so, take this token and go to those who have the final say. I will give them three days, and all of them will appear in front of me."

"Three days later, kill! Nothing! Forgive me!"

Winston could not see the expression on Lincoln's face, but the cold killing intent revealed in those three firm words made him tremble inwardly.

He stared intently at the token on the table, as if it could make him ignore the huge mountain-like pressure behind him.

After a full few minutes, Winston woke up as if he had just woken up from a dream and gasped for breath, with a thin layer of sweat that had appeared all over his body at some point.

He reached out and grabbed the token, without thinking about getting up, stood up and hurriedly walked to his office.

Frightened by the pressure brought by Lincoln, Winston gritted his teeth: "Damn it, how many things are hidden by those people at the High Table!"

Winston didn't know the most original secret of the Continental Hotel, but when the picture of the keepsake was submitted, the whole high table was shaken.

The meeting restarted, and representatives from the twelve seats all appeared in the virtual meeting room.

"How is it possible! It has disappeared for 60 years, how could it still appear!" The brotherhood president looked at the picture, his eyes full of doubts: "This must be fake."

"Don't jump to conclusions so early, Sloan." Anthony, who seemed to be old but still in charge of the Italian Mafia, said calmly, "Whether it's true or not, you just need to find someone to bring it over and verify it."

"And, compared to us, those elders need to worry more about this."

Anthony's words made the entire high table quiet.

As he said, those who hold the twelve seats at the high table are not actually the ones who control everything, but those elders who have extraordinary money, power, and status are the ones who control everything.

The so-called sky is falling and standing tall, and after thinking that it is the elders who need to make decisions first, the pressure in the hearts of everyone suddenly eased a lot.

Everyone looked at each other, and then passed the resolution tacitly, and sent the news of the reappearance of the token to the elders who had been hiding behind the scenes all year round.

The pictures of the deep desert, the bustling city, and the islands in the vast sea were sent out through the Internet, and the elders were completely shocked.

"Everyone, the token has appeared." Hashim, who was dressed in Arabic attire, said calmly, "Someone wants to use this token to take away everything we have built."

"Ridiculous!" An old man in nightgown snorted coldly: "Send someone over there and kill him."

"He's in New York." A woman looked at the information in her hand, and then looked at the fourth elder: "I remember, that seems to be your territory."

Pierce who has been silent: Me! @#￥%&*￥

Pierce thought he could stand aloof by keeping silent, but the gazes of the remaining three elders let him know that he had to speak.

Pierce watched Fury go to Lincoln, watched the killer at the Continental Hotel go to Lincoln, and watched Jin Bin's bullseye go to Lincoln.

All the famous people in New York have gone to find Lincoln, but now, it's his turn
Watched by several other elders who were equally powerful and incredibly powerful, Pierce scolded in his heart, but calmly said on the face: "I only found out that he is in New York now."

"So, what do you think."

"You decide." Pierce chose to back down: "You make a decision, no matter what decision, I will support it."

The existence of Naci made Hydra shouted and beaten. Although Pierce represented Hydra as an elder, he usually only kept silent, and his performance as usual today did not make the rest of them have the slightest doubt.

Pierce abstained, and the remaining three just looked at each other, and they had already decided what to do.

Maybe they will have other dirty things in private, but on the bright side, their attitude towards Lincoln has been consistent.

A few minutes later, a resolution signed by several elders from the elders was sent to the high table.

As this decision was continuously issued, a must-kill mission against Lincoln was placed at the top of the list.

The Continental Hotel's no-blood policy was lifted, and all consequences of Lincoln's assassination would be forgiven.

At this moment, almost all the dark side organizations around the world knew of Lincoln's existence and regarded him as a person who must die.

(End of this chapter)