No taboos in the world

Chapter 78 Recruiting Winston, Target: Marquis Gramont

Bang!
The door of the hotel room was kicked open, and then dozens of fully armed people suddenly rushed in and occupied every corner of the room in a blink of an eye.

"no!"

Different voices quickly reported the same content. The person in charge of the operation in the command vehicle downstairs was so angry that he threw down his headphones and cursed on the spot. Then, he rushed out of the vehicle and went towards the hotel with his hair standing on end.

When he entered the hotel, a girl with a lollipop in her mouth passed by him.

Half a minute later, he was dead in the elevator with bruises all over his body.

Chinese Restaurant.

The TV station gave this unknown killer many nicknames and origins.

【The most vicious sniper in history! 】

【The criminal who caused the world war! 】

【The evil force that destroys peace! 】

[Shameless attack from KB organization! ]

The list goes on and on.

But the more they did so, the more Hong Chen believed that there would be no war.

If he represented a country or an organization at this moment, the mold would have been moving by now.

But unfortunately he is just an individual.

As he said before, because the whole thing is not profitable at all, those who really hold political power will not waste their wealth on a meaningless thing for no reason.

Ashamed?

It's the government and the White House who are disgraced. What does it have to do with me, a capitalist?

At most, they will urge the CIA, FBI and other agencies to end this matter as soon as possible.

However, there are still smart people among the opponents.

They were unable to find the killer's trace within the conventional sniping distance, so by reversely calculating based on information such as the unique shape of the bullet and its trajectory, as long as they were bold enough, they could still vaguely estimate Hong Chen's approximate distance.

However, the other party arrived much later than he had expected.

So he sent another one away.

While eating, he received some information about the Continental Hotel from John.

The Continental Hotel is directly controlled by the High Table, which has a total of twelve members, from twelve different gangs or families around the world.

At the High Table, there is an elder who is responsible for coordinating and organizing some of the organization's affairs.

But the elder only has a status, which does not mean he has the most power.

The elders can be roughly regarded as the UN Secretary-General of the underground world, but have you ever seen the UN Secretary-General teaching the five permanent members of the UN how to do things?
The interests represented by the twelve High Table members have gradually formed a tacit understanding with other large and small underground organizations around the world in the long-term development and collision. They have built a transit station and safe haven exclusively for killers with the Continental Hotel as the center, thus laying the foundation for the consensus and order of the killer world and jointly dividing the interests.

at the moment.

There are only two things that are the most exciting in the Continental Hotel.

First, John Wick, who had previously announced his retirement, suddenly returned to the stage.

Second, everyone is wondering who the killer who stirred up the world is. Is he a member of the Continental Hotel assassin system? Is he from New York? Is he related to John Wick?

Now, the powerful CIA has already contacted the mainland hotel, and they also want to find another way to find Hong Chen's whereabouts.

Winston, the head of the Continental Hotel in New York, was unwilling to cooperate with the CIA's need to search the Continental Hotel. As a result, he was invited to the CIA for coffee several times, but he still stubbornly stated that he would rather die than break the rules.

At this juncture, in order to avoid becoming the target of more killers, the CIA gave up the search and instead found those killers who had cooperated with them before, and asked them to search for Hong Chen in mainland hotels all over the world. But even so, they still did not reveal Hong Chen's appearance to others.

CIA, he is really, I am crying...

They were on the right track, because the rules of mainland hotels were indeed suitable for hiding.

But what they didn't know was that Hong Chen had never believed in the so-called rules of mainland hotels.

If people who have no taboos try to use rules to protect themselves, they are actually walking into a cage woven by others.

The twelve seats of the High Table come from the Russian Bratva, the Japanese Yakuza, the Latin American cartels, the Italian Camorra, Cosa Nostra and Ndrangheta, etc. They are all notorious dark forces.

Santino, the next heir to the Italian Camorra, is the main villain in John Wick: Chapter 2, the leader of the Yakuza is Koji Shimazu, the manager of the Continental Hotel in Osaka, Japan... and so on.

After reading this information, Hong Chen couldn't help but frown.

Too many people.

They can’t kill them all, they can’t kill them all at all!

If only the leader is killed, the organization behind him can immediately elect another representative.

To eliminate it, you have to eradicate it completely.

I just don't know if the High Table would mind changing a teammate?
If we can eliminate one of them and then make the next plan, the difficulty will naturally be much easier.

After all, twelve seats are too many. There are only five permanent members of the UN Security Council. Having twelve of them is obviously not conducive to the development of the underground world.

The next day.

Hong Chen returned to New York and checked into the Continental Hotel in the guise of Annie.

What’s more interesting is that after she paid the gold coins and got the room card, she met a killer at the elevator entrance who was handing out cards.

There was only one sentence and a phone number on the card.

[If you are willing to provide intelligence to the CIA, please call this number. ]

Hong Chen took the card and looked back at Charon behind the counter.

Charon just shrugged slightly.

It seems that this is the final compromise of the Continental Hotel. Hong Chen did not go to the room, but took the gold coins to experience all the services inside the Continental Hotel.

I have to say that manager Winston is absolutely excellent. He really knows what kind of service and attitude the killer or the guests need.

So he gave another gold coin to Charon, the hotel receptionist, and asked Winston to have tea on the rooftop of the hotel.

The sky in New York remains the same as always. The death of a great leader does not make it gloomy, so the death of a small person will not make people feel nervous.

Under the parasol, Hong Chen ordered a cup of ice cream and ate it while reading the newspaper.

A congressman: We must find the murderer as soon as possible. He should be hanged on the top floor of the Empire State Building. If I catch him, I will shoot 62 holes in his body. He owes us this!

It was then that Hong Chen realized: It turned out that I had killed sixty-two people.

By this calculation, a total of fifty-eight CIA agents died that night, more than one-fifth of the casualties. No wonder the others did not dare to continue chasing.

However, other people didn't dare to speak when facing the reporters' interviews, but this guy was uniquely brave.

"Miss Anne?"

Hong Chen turned around and saw Winston, dressed like a gentleman, standing beside him.

He nodded slightly, "Please sit down."

After sitting down, Winston got straight to the point: "I'm sorry, Miss Anne, I'm a little busy, so could you please briefly explain why you're here?"

Hong Chen nodded and said with a smile: "Do you want to change your boss?"

Winston was stunned.

"Actually, that's not accurate enough. I can give you enough autonomy to make you a CEO-like operator. At the same time, you can also become a shareholder. As for the share, what do you think of 15%?"

Winston raised his eyebrows, looking puzzled: "Are you sure this is what you want to tell me?"

"Yes." Hong Chen nodded seriously, "You are already the last piece of the puzzle. In addition to you, I have four other partners, and your share is the highest except for mine."

Seeing that he was serious, Winston did not rush to refuse or deny. Instead, he thought quickly and asked, "May I have the honor of knowing who your four partners are?"

"Of course." Hong Chen smiled, "In fact, there are old acquaintances of yours here."

As soon as these words were spoken, Winston leaned forward and his eyes were focused on Hong Chen's face without any courtesy.

——He already had some guesses.

Hong Chen stopped talking and gently rolled up his sleeves.

The first thing that was revealed was the black and gold arm guard on the left hand, which Winston did not quite understand.

However, when the tattoo on his right hand appeared, his pupils couldn't help but tremble.

Sure enough, the CIA told Winston about some of his characteristics.

Normally, tattoos will not disappear suddenly, which is an important basis for character identification.

The next second, he suddenly grabbed the towel on the table and covered Hong Chen's right arm, and said at the same time: "I don't want my hotel to be suddenly blown up."

Hong Chen sympathetically lowered his sleeves, but his hidden blade still popped out from his left hand.

Winston took a quick look and said immediately, "So this is the weapon."

"Have you seen the bodies of those agents?"

"I've only seen photos. They also found some holes on the roof and outer walls of the building. I speculate that it is a special grappling hook, but the Continental Hotel doesn't have this type of equipment." Winston said, staring at the arm armor.

Hong Chen gently turned his wrist, and the hidden sword, poison needle, crossbow, grappling hook, electric shock, self-rescue and other devices rotated and displayed one by one.

Winston nodded again and again, and finally concluded: "It's a very sophisticated equipment. It seems more suitable for the former assassin."

"How do you know we are the Assassin Brotherhood?"

Winston's eyes twitched and he leaned back. "You made such a big noise outside, and now you come here to recruit me."

Hong Chen clenched his fist and put away his arm armor, smiling, "Doesn't this prove my confidence even more?"

"It's already a dragnet outside."

"I've run back and forth several times, but I don't feel anything special."

Winston looked at Anne's face and listened to Anne's voice, and found that he could not connect the person in front of him with the photos he had seen.

He was silent for a moment, still shaking his head.

"The risk is too great. There is no need for me to get involved. If I join, you will have to face the pursuit of the High Table. You should know the High Table."

Hong Chen spread his hands: "It doesn't matter. Even if the High Table doesn't look for me, I have already decided to look for them. Why don't you help me choose a target first? Which member of the High Table do you hate the most?"

Winston was surprised again.

After one hour.

The two reached a preliminary agreement.

He only needs to deal with Marquis Gramont and his family, and Winston will take the Continental Hotel in New York and all the resources at his disposal to join the Assassin Brotherhood and plan for him to abolish the Gramont family's seat on the High Table.

One bad news and two good news.

The bad news: Gramont's title of Marquis is genuine.

Good news one: he is a French marquis.

Good news 2: France.

After the agreement was reached, Hong Chen stood up and walked to the edge of the rooftop, facing outside the building with his arms open.

Winston sat in his chair, watching his movements, frowning in confusion.

But then, Hong Chen lightly tapped his feet, and his body leaped out lightly and fell straight down.

Winston was stunned for a moment. He couldn't believe that the person with whom he had just agreed to cooperate would suddenly jump off the building and commit suicide without any warning.

But when he anxiously ran forward and bent over to take a look.

Where is there any trace of Hong Chen?
(End of this chapter)