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Chapter 9 Continental Hotel
Midnight
A low-key and luxurious black car slowly stopped.

The man in a suit and tie got off the car and walked into the destination of this trip - the hotel standing here.

The hotel is designed with gray and white as the main colors, exuding a strong retro style. Large granite slabs decorate the hotel solemnly and dignifiedly.

Walking through the hotel gate, you will see a spacious lobby with numerous intricate and gorgeous patterns carved on the marble floor.
The elegant and stylish old-fashioned candlestick chandeliers are dotted on the ceiling.
However, there were very few people in this hotel and it seemed that there was not much business.

After walking through the lobby, the man came to the counter, where a waiter in hotel uniform greeted him with a smile.

The man's face was pale, and there was a faint red glow in his pupils.

Staring at the waiter's neck,
But he thought of something, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face.

Before he could speak, the waiter's magnetic voice came out from his lips.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

“I need to open an [“account”].”

"Yes sir, [Account Name]?"

"Unknown, but I believe you can accomplish it,"

As he spoke, the man in the suit took out a photo from his pocket and placed it on the table.
Although the photo seems a little blurry due to the dark shooting environment, it can still be distinguished that the Asian man in the photo is Link.
"But he should be just a super-powered freak who has just started out."

"【Contract Status】?"

"open"

"【Denomination】?"

After a moment's silence, he spoke:
"$80."

After paying the deposit, the man walked out of the hotel.
He opened the door, sat in the passenger seat, and the car started again. The man in the suit turned his head to look at the back seat and said in confusion,
"I don't understand, Chrison, can't we just use the power within the family?"

"Why do we have to look for them..."

There was no immediate answer to this question. The figure sitting in the car, Chris,
He slowly pulled out a cigar from the storage box in the middle of the seat.
Lifting the cigar to his nose and taking a light sniff, Chrison spoke slowly.
"Cordell, you have to know that in this world, nothing is more important than being alive,"

"Once you die, you lose everything. You gain nothing."

"My stupid brother died in the hands of an unknown person in such a confused way,"

"It's ridiculous. You still have hundreds of years of youth to squander and enjoy this beautiful world. Why bother?"

"He was too anxious to prove himself,"

"And I have always believed that professional matters should be left to professionals."

"Besides, even if we really hit a wall and offend a tough guy we shouldn't offend, it won't involve us."

"And that super-powered freak will only go after the killers first,"

"If we succeed, we solve the problem, and if we fail, the problem is transferred to them."

“I’m really looking forward to him talking to the old guys at the High Table,”

"It's just a small amount of money. Compared to the almost eternal life, it's nothing..."

"To us, this money is just a bunch of numbers. The many families we give out every year are our food,"

"Human beings are constantly pursuing these meaningless things, first wealth, power, and finally eternity..."

"Someone will take care of Brad's problem. We just need to wait for the uncertainty to be resolved."

"pat-"

Open the sterling silver cover, slide the gear, light the cigar,

Chrisenkendi took a deep breath, and the sparks of fire floated in the silent night sky.
"Buzz-"

Suddenly, there was a vibration sound. Chrison took out a Fruit 4S, turned on the screen, swiped it with interest, and after looking at it for a while, he handed the phone to Cordell.
It clearly showed that someone had already accepted the task.
“You see, this is called professionalism.”

……

In the morning, Link opened his eyes.
"The familiar ceiling..."

I got up from the bed, washed up, and left the apartment.
Arriving at the bottom of the apartment building, Link looked around pretending to be nothing.
After strolling for a while, I walked straight to a new stall downstairs.
Link smiled and said,
"how much is it?"

"I……"

The "stall owner" who was suddenly asked this question hadn't reacted yet. He was about to say the lines he had memorized and rehearsed countless times,
But Link interrupted him directly and said directly,
"I mean how much Nick Fury pays you guys,"

The "stall owner" was stunned for a moment, but soon returned to normal, clenched his palms, and tried to make himself look calmer.
"Sir, what are you talking about?"

"What Nig?"

Ignoring the agent in front of him who thought he was well disguised,
Link stretched out his hand with a joking look on his face, pointing to a few locations.
"The woman in the phone booth has been on the phone for nearly an hour,"

"The man reading a newspaper sitting on a public bench will glance here every three minutes on average. Now that I am communicating with you, his frequency has increased."

"The guy in the sports suit has already run eight laps around this less than 300-meter walkway, secretly turning his head from time to time."

"You don't really think you're a good disguise, do you? No way, no way?"

"With such little money a month, what are you doing?"

"Aren't you afraid of being elbowed by me?"

At this moment, on the aerospace carrier far away at an altitude of 10,000 meters, Nick Fury was angrily scolding his men with a dark face.

"Shit! How did he find out!!!"

"Didn't you say that the people you sent were the best of the best in our bureau?"

"Is this the result?"

"How come he found out so quickly?"

"Fuck Fuck!!"

Nick Fury sighed helplessly, shook his head, and ordered his adjutant beside him,

"It's meaningless to cancel the monitoring team near the target first. It will only waste our manpower..."

Link's file also has an additional affix of [High Vigilance].

-

I ordered a localized version of Jianbing Guozi with great interest.
But looking at the agent with an awkward expression, unsteady hands, and unevenly spread eggs, Link waved his hand helplessly.
"Forget it, just get me a hot dog and a Coke with ice."

Afterwards, Link left the stall, having eaten and taken something.
Watching Link's departing back, the agent heaved a sigh of relief and pressed the built-in communication headset.

"Report to the Director, the target has left."

"I see. Is there anything else you need to report?"

"Have."

"?"

"You have been discovered directly. What valuable information can you get?"

“He didn’t give me any money.”

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　In addition, according to Marvel's setting, Tony Stark was kidnapped in 10 (), so smartphones already existed at that time.

　　Focus on a rigorous

　　
　
(End of this chapter)