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Chapter 403: Continental Hotel is removed from the list
Continental Hotel.

The neutral area of ​​the High Table.

No member of parliament is allowed to kill in the hotel, and anyone who violates this rule will be hunted down endlessly.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

With the guidance, Alan finally found the location and broke into the hotel carrying John on his back.

"Saury, sir, this hotel does not accept foreign guests."

At the door, a black waiter stretched out his hand to stop them, but seeing that John was seriously injured, he showed no intention of letting go.

Alan casually took out a gold coin from his pocket.

The next second, the waiter made an invitation without saying anything.

"Vain fellow."

Alan walked into the hotel triumphantly and laid the unconscious John directly on the sofa.

At the same time, all the staff in the hotel had serious expressions.

The High Table issued a notice that John has been listed as the primary assassination target, with a bounty of tens of millions.

To be honest, the staff were very excited.

If you do a good job, you can retire early in your life.

"Arrange a doctor."

At this time, Winston, the hotel's top manager, stepped forward to suppress his subordinates' restless ideas.

He and John have known each other for a long time and watched each other grow step by step from being a gold medal killer.

However, nothing lasts forever.

After experiencing the pain of losing his wife, John decided to retire from the world at the peak of his career.

As a result, the peaceful days did not last long. The family’s classic car was stolen by gangsters, and even the dog they adopted to relieve their loneliness was killed in front of them.

Forced into a desperate situation, he embarked on the path of revenge again.

Winston offered his help, on the one hand out of consideration for their old friendship, and on the other hand to uphold the rules of the Continental Hotel.

The waiter carried John away for treatment.

In the world, when it comes to medical technology, the High Table is very confident that it is leading the world.

The reason is that the medical companies that control it actually take the data from human experiments.

"May I ask who you are?" Winston asked calmly.

Judging from the way Allen is dressed, he is indeed a bit eccentric, and he is most likely a killer with a very unique personality.

"I, Alan, am a good person and never leave my name behind."

"..."

Ok.

I see your name is Alan.

Winston kindly advised: "This is not a matter you can interfere in, otherwise your life will be in danger."

"You mean the High Table?"

Allen said disapprovingly: "I am the protagonist, and I can be killed by bullets."

"..."

No wonder he was wearing a hospital gown, it turns out he was a mental patient.

Winston realized the problem and stopped wasting words.

He had no interest in stopping a mentally ill person who was seeking death and had no idea of ​​his own limitations.

After all, each member of the High Table is not a good person.

While John was being taken for treatment, many more people came to the Continental Hotel.

There is no doubt that he is a killer who got wind of the situation.

A bounty of tens of millions of dollars is enough for a killer to take on hundreds of missions.

You have to know that being a killer is a high-risk profession, and assassination targets are often escorted by bodyguards.

Moreover, the assassination locations are spread all over the country, resulting in a mission cycle of almost one month.

He completes one mission per month, which makes him a very diligent model worker.

However, with Winston in charge, many killers did not dare to break the rules rashly.

Mainland hotels dare to set rules for neutral zones, which obviously shows that they have the capital to deter others.

The killers belong to different forces.

The entire High Table is made up of criminal families and gangsters, each of which has its own killers to train, so they are in competition with each other.

“Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump…”

The cheerful melody immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Looking around, Allen was wearing a black windbreaker and a black hat, looking like a mafia godfather, with a toothpick in his mouth, and he dubbed his own scenes.

"Don't even move."

Suddenly, Allen raised his hands and pointed them at the killers like a pistol. Fortunately, everyone was ashamed.

If you want to scare people, please take out a real gun.

Look, the waiter was so scared that he wanted to draw his gun.

"I declare that John is protected by my Vercetti family."

Alan picked up the windbreaker and top hat from the hanger at random, just to satisfy his gangster mentality.

"Can you represent the Vercetti family?" asked a killer with a tattoo on his face in a deep voice.

Although the Vercetti family does not belong to the High Table, the mafia they run is not a behemoth that can be easily ignored.

The family's annual profit from the sugar business is over 10 billion US dollars, and their main strategy is to make money and everything will be fine.

"Of course... you can't."

Alan raised his eyebrows and said frankly, "I don't know the Sicilian Mafia, but I have seen Malèna. You don't know how great the figure of the heroine Monica is. The movie is 108 minutes long, and I was hard for 108 minutes."

“Is it really that exciting?”

There was a gleam in the tattooed killer's eyes, and from the slightly upturned corners of his mouth it was clear that he was a fellow criminal.

"It's more than exciting, it's got all the plot of a small horse pulling a big cart." Alan looked depressed.

"Oh my..."

Ahem...

The tattooed-faced killer was about to respond when his fellow killer beside him coughed to remind him.

Realizing that he had gone off topic, the tattooed killer turned and asked coldly, "Are you the killer competing for the target?"

"no."

Alan said seriously: "I'm here to join in the fun."

"..."

Just joining in the fun and still so talkative.

It turns out to be like playing the lute to a cow.

The killers patiently found their positions and waited for John to step out of the hotel.

Once you leave the neutral zone, I will kill you without hesitation. Any hesitation for a second may result in your death.

"This shop is temporarily closed. If you want to stay, you must pay one gold coin."

Winston's move was undoubtedly to help John escape.

With such a killer staring at him, it was impossible to escape alive.

Besides, assassins under the High Table generally do not have extra money to exchange for gold coins. Only a few gold medal assassins have extremely high appearance fees and have enough gold coins on hand to mobilize the organization's many services.

Boom!
The glass in the hall was shattered, and Winston, who had just ordered everyone to leave, had a bloody hole on his forehead.

"There are snipers!"

Seeing this scene, the killer instinctively looked for cover to hide.

As Winston collapsed to the ground, the waiters in the hotel were terrified and rummaged through the weapons stored in various corners.

"Where's the sniper?"

Alan looked out the window, trying to find the killer hiding in the dark.

puff!
A bullet whizzed past and pierced the top hat on Allen's head.

Inside the hotel, the killers were in chaos.

Because the manager of the Continental Hotel was dead, the neutral zone regulations automatically became invalid.

"Who the hell is so crazy?"

"I don't know, but it's not my family."

"Don't worry about who it is. The first thing you should consider is escaping from the hotel."

"..."

The reason why no one dares to cause trouble in the mainland hotel is because all the staff are bad people.

Don’t be fooled by the waiters and hotel management who used to be neither humble nor speechless. They were all top killers once, but they made mistakes or were tired of killing and hid in mainland hotels to spend the rest of their lives.

Live and never step out of the hotel again in this life.

Now that Winston is dead, the waiters and management will surely take crazy revenge and fight their way out.

Therefore, no matter whether it was the forces behind them who stabbed them, now everything is blamed on them.

bang bang bang...

As expected, an exchange of gunfire broke out in the hotel lobby.

A group of killers and hotel staff shot at each other, and it was obvious that the situation would not stop until one person died.

Everyone in the hotel, having received Winston's kindness, would naturally risk their lives to avenge him. In their previous careers as killers, they had long since disregarded life and death.

Alan leaned against the wall and watched the fight between the two sides.

(End of this chapter)