Conquer The Comic: I Rely On Unlimited Hunting To Level Up

Chapter 026 The Killing Feast,

John Wick's departure seems to have led the atmosphere of the banquet to a higher climax.

Immediately, several people left directly following John Wick's figure, and the decibels in the entire bar dropped by three points.

Lear and the fox and the female bartender reached a tacit agreement, but did not go to the room so early.

He just grabbed the fox's thin waist and swaggered to the manager of the Continental Hotel, that Winston.

"Lear." He did not introduce the fox, but just stretched out his hand and introduced himself to the other party.

"Winston." The other stood up and shook Lear's hand.

He had no impression of Lear, and he should be a rich boy who came to seek pleasure.

For such people, even if they are a little rude, they can be very tolerant.

They knew in their hearts that the foundation of the Continental Hotel did not come from the killer.

The money basically comes from the rich, or politicians, or gangsters.

For the gold owner, you must have a better attitude.

"I just heard the legend of John Wick, what do you think of John Wick?" Lear sat across from him, didn't order anything, just asked Winston straight to the point.

"He is a dedicated, walk-it-through, strong-willed man who possesses some rare qualities that ordinary people have."

It's hard to see a man look up to another man so much, but John Wick deserves this kind of admiration and praise.

"Interesting." Lear had a cynical smile on his face.

"If I want to ask him to help me kill someone, can I do it?"

"I'm afraid it's hard, he's retired." Winston instinctively wanted to favor John Wick.

"So he's still here?" Lear stood up and reached out again.

"I think you'll know me, Winston."

"I already know you." Winston also stood up and shook his hand with a toothy smile, but he didn't really put Lear in it, he just felt that he didn't know the height of the sky.

He still didn't know how much of a surprise Lear would bring him in the future, just shook his head and watched Lear like a playboy, hugging the fox's waist, slowly leaving, and even before leaving, he gave the female bartender a flying kiss, apparently the two had hooked up.

He shook his head, thinking that maybe he could feel Lear's bottom from the female bartender.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't touch it, not everyone needs to be clear, only killers like John Wick, they need to find out their bottom and see if they enter the hotel to carry out the mission.

Other than that, everyone else doesn't matter, they only need to spend money in the Continental Hotel.

Nothing else matters.

That night, Lear had a very pleasant night, and even forced the front desk to call and ask them to be quiet.

But in addition to Lear, their neighbors also seem to be engaged in a "brawl."

But compared to Lear and them, their neighbors are really fighting.

Even made Lear interrupt his brawl and walk out the door with a gun.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't want to kill the other party and vent his anger, but he felt that there was indeed an attack outside.

He needs to go and check on the situation and make sure he is safe.

The female bartender lying on the bed suddenly noticed that the expression of the woman lying on her body changed.

She looked at the fox with a slightly frightened expression, and asked timidly, "Did something happen?" "

Marianne, right?" She gently pinched her face: "Wait for me here."

She pulled the sheets, directly and easily tied them into a white hip skirt, her slender thighs stepped on the carpet, like a cat, without making any sound, and directly followed Lear out.

"Oh, John Wick." Before she could go out the door, she heard Lear's voice in front of the door.

"Do you need help?"

"No, thanks." John Wick's indifferent answer rang out the door.

He paused for a moment and said suddenly: "Do you want to earn a gold coin, Mr...."

"You can call me Lee." Lear didn't care in the slightest that John Wick had forgotten his name, repeated.

"Lear, I'm sorry," John Wick still didn't call Lear by name directly, and remaining estranged from him, he pulled a gold coin from his pocket and threw it from the air.

"You can hand her over to the hotel manager then." There is a beautiful female killer under John Wick, but she has now lost her combat effectiveness, and there are still wounds on her face, seven disobedient and eight look at John Wick without anger, even Lear, obviously even if she is captured, she is still a wild little wild cat.

"Happy to serve." Lear nodded and came to John Wick's place, grabbed the female killer's arms in his place, and pressed the woman against the carpet.

"Goodbye, Perkins." John Wick turned to the female killer on the ground and said a moment before returning to his room.

"Blah blah." The female killer, who was bleeding from her forehead, nose, and mouth, spat out a mouthful of blood, expressing her disdain for John Wick.

John Wick's door closed, and another woman's voice appeared in Lear and Perkins' ears: "Is it really good that you spoil him so much?" Or do you really fancy him? In

English, there was a clear line between male and female, so both Lear and Perkins knew who she was referring to.

Lear grabbed both of Perkins' arms with one hand, holding her firmly like a pair of iron tongs, and grabbed her belt with the other finger, and he lifted the 70-kilogram woman as if he were carrying a LV bag.

His power is also too great!

Perkins couldn't help but think to himself.

"Let's go inside." Listening to Lear's calm words, Perkins didn't know why, and couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his heart.

She raised her head and looked at the woman who spoke, and suddenly she was amazed, why did this beauty also come to be a killer?

She herself is already a beautiful woman who is not inferior to the model, but because of her bad background, she has to find money by any means, and there is no way to go on the road of a killer, but does she also need to be a killer for such a beautiful woman?

Carrying Boggins into the room like a chicken, he found that in addition to this beautiful woman, the bartender was actually there...

After seeing her, the two were embarrassed, and the female bartender was embarrassed that she slept with the guest and was discovered by other guests.

Perkins really worries about his life.

"That..." Lear suddenly found that he didn't know the name of the female bartender, but the fox wrote down her name and reminded next to him: "Marianne, can you keep some secrets for us?"

Lear backhanded the gold coin he had just taken from John Wick on Marianne's chest.

Marianne's face hesitated.

In fact, she also heard the sound outside just now, in fact, the mainland hotel protects the privacy of guests very well, and does not want to invade the privacy of guests at all, so even if Lear and Fox go out one after another, she has no idea of getting up - of course, this has something to do with the fact that Lear and Fox have continuously made her lose strength.

She had to hurry up and regain her strength.

Marianne hesitated this stall, and Lear had already released the restraints on Perkins and dropped her on the ground.

"Do you want her to join in?" The fox raised his eyebrows and looked Perkins up and down with an inspecting gaze, and Perkins hated her scrutinizing gaze so much that he cracked his mouth and laughed: "Okay." "

With a mouth full of blood, she is like a demon returning from hell, and a glance can make ordinary people have nightmares.

"Hmm." Lear ignored Perkins and nodded at the fox.

"We do need some handydoers." Lear's arrogant words made Perkins laugh directly, and the rest just now had allowed her to accumulate some physical strength, and she jumped up from the ground like a spring, raised a pair of slender and powerful thighs, and kicked Lear's head.

Marianne exclaimed, and before she could say anything, her movements stopped in midair.

Holding his chest next to him and watching the excitement, he didn't worry about Lear's fox at all, and he knew Lear's skills and skills better than anyone.

Sure enough, Perkins' side kick was directly caught in mid-air by one of Lear's hands, and Lear's skills directly shocked Marianne for a hundred years, thinking that it was just a rich kid who came to have fun, but he didn't expect it to be a top killer who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger.

Perkins she knows, is a regular customer of the Continental Hotel in New York, not to mention outstanding among the killers, but also extraordinary skills, belonging to the middle class.

This kind of kick against a strong man of about 100 kilograms, a kick is completely unconscious.

Although women's strength is naturally weaker than that of men, the strength of the lower limbs is stronger than that of the upper limbs, and if you use kicking skills, girls are indeed likely to defeat men who weigh more.

The attack range of the thigh is wider, and the opponent is more difficult to dodge, or even hard to carry.

But block with one hand? Or even grabbed Perkins' ankle directly?

Marianne has been in the Continental Hotel for so many years, and she can be regarded as well-informed, not to mention that she has never heard of it.

His power is also too great!

Marianne couldn't help but have the same thoughts as Perkins had just now.

She instantly realized that her two gold coins were not easy to earn, she had accepted Lear's deposit, if she dared to betray her promise, I was afraid that she would be killed.

Like Marianne, Perkins instantly realized that Lear was not easy to mess with, and she had no strength just been beaten by John Wick, and the whole person sat on the carpet at once.

“I’mout。 (I give up)," she raised her hands in a sign of her surrender.

But even at this moment, she did not give up thinking, gave up survival, and she instantly grasped the key points in the fox's words just now: "So you want me to join your organization to do miscellaneous?" I have broken the rules of the hotel by making a move in the hotel, and if you can keep me in the hotel, I will join you.

Lear let go of her ankles, making her completely fall on the carpet, he shook his head, and said calmly: "As long as Marianne doesn't say it, the hotel won't know that you attacked John Wick." "

Right, Marianne?" Perkins asked in a strange voice.

Her eyes slanted over, and Mary was relieved to see her, she knew that she was now being targeted by Perkins, who was more dangerous than Lear and them, and as an acquaintance, she knew Boggins' methods too well.

She quickly nodded, and looked at Lear with a pleading expression, she knew that the identity of the Continental Hotel that she was proud of before could no longer keep her, Perkins was like a wounded she-wolf, she would not let go of any hope of living, and Marianne was the only obstacle that could hinder her from living now, if she wanted to live, Marianne had to die, dead, in order to keep the code.

Between the electric light and flint, Marian seemed to be able to be opened through the second vein of Ren Du, and her head instantly became extremely clear: "I also want to join your organization!"

"I can stay in the hotel and be your informant!"

She even walked straight down from the bed and threw the quilt aside, giving full play to her feminine charm.

She had just slept with Lear and the fox, directly passed the embarrassed Perkins, came to Lear's side and crouched at Lear's feet, hugged his legs, raised her head and looked at Lear with pitiful eyes, her chance was only once, missed, the injured she-wolf on the opposite side would not hesitate to bounce up from the floor and tear her to pieces.

"What do you think?" Lear did not ask Perkins, but turned to the fox and asked, the fox could not see what was thinking under Lear's calm face, shrugged her shoulders and said indifferently: "You are in charge."

Lear nodded gently, this matter was originally an accident, but it was rare to meet, just using the desire to survive between the two of them to balance the two of them, it was a part of the power technique, and he happened to experiment on the two.

Now it seems to be working pretty well.

[Ding, congratulations on learning the art of power and gaining 500 experience points.

Lear noticed that upgrading the template gave more experience.

His hand gently stroked Marianne's beautiful and silky long hair, like stroking a well-behaved cat, and Marianne showed a loving expression with great flattery.

"Would you like to take a shower and join us?" Lear asked again.

Although these two sentences are the same, the meaning is completely different.

Perkins, who escaped from death, wiped the blood from his face and grinned: "Okay!

By the time Lear woke up from his bed, John Wick had already left the Continental Hotel.

"What information did you give him last night?" Lear asked Perkins, who didn't know whether it was bruised by John Wick or caused by himself.

"Little Russian church, he should already be there by now." Perkins was naked in front of the dresser, combing his long dark hair, and looked at Lear in the mirror and said without care.

"Aren't you a little too concerned about that man?" Perkins' opinion was surprisingly consistent with the fox.

In the end, John Wick is just a killer, he does not have much value worthy of Lear to value him so much, such as she fought to the death to earn a $4 million retirement fee, Lear so excited to woo John Wick, it is too unreasonable.

Lear shook his head: "You don't understand. "

Does he care about John Wick's skills?

What he cares about is John Wick's ability to disrupt order!

In the League of Assassins, he didn't bother to wait for Wesley to grow up, because in his calculations, his combat power with foxes and crosses was enough to bulldoze the League of Assassins, not to mention that he also had the strongest foreign aid: Director George.

So he didn't wait for Wesley to join the League of Assassins, and immediately after the cross defected, he immediately took action.

But in the rapid pursuit, John Wick faces the Russian gangster, a triad army that straddles black and white, has enough gray industrial chains and horses, and is called a giant.

In the face of this kind of underworld army, if you don't make a move, you have to directly destroy the opponent's organizational ability as soon as you make a move, and you must solve the other party according to the preparation of the two armies against each other.

"Does the Continental Hotel accept weapons rental services?" Lear turned to Marianne, who was also slick and had just woken up, and asked.

Marian subconsciously put on a business-style smile and said to Lear: "Of course, we can rent any kind of weapon, and we can do it at any time, and the cost of using the weapon only needs one Continental Hotel gold coin." "

You must know that in the United States, the price of a rifle is only 3,000 to 10,000 US dollars, just to rent a weapon requires a Continental hotel gold coin, which is equivalent to 10,000 US dollars, this price looks very black, but the rifle purchase procedures and qualifications will annoy the killers to death, take this thing to kill people is 100% through ballistic tests to find out themselves."

And the weapon rental of the Continental Hotel, a gold coin can save all the above troubles.

If you were a killer, how would you choose?

Pistols are also counted, what about special-purpose assault rifles or precision rifles, or sniper rifles?

In this way, the rental of weapons in the mainland hotel has become cost-effective.

"Very well," Lear patted her buttocks, "go get your colleagues ready now, I'll see an MK14EBR with a muffler and eight full magazines by 11 o'clock." "

The MK14EBR is an improved precision marksman rifle based on the older M14.

The term precision shooter rifle was discovered by Americans in wars around the world, and most of the time, rifles and machine guns were very low-cost-effective, and most of the casualties on enemy personnel were done by people who provided distance support in squad and platoon groups.

So the word precision shooter came into being.

Precision marksman rifles were also born.

Unlike a sniper rifle, a precision shooter rifle has a range of between 200 and 500 meters, which is very different from a rifle between 100 and 300 meters, and a sniper rifle that kills enemies from 800 to 1500 meters away.

It has both the burst fire that a sniper rifle cannot provide to a squad platoon infantry, and an accuracy that a rifle cannot match.

With the addition of a silencer, it is the king of the battlefield, and in the midst of chaos, there is always a calm and composed accurate shooter who is secretly aiming at you.

The shooting range of 200 meters to 500 meters has an incomparable advantage in urban street battles.

One MK14EBR, plus Perkins and Fox, was enough for Lear to kill the Russians.

"Got it." Marianne couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she understood that she had survived, and

smiled sweetly at Lear"This is my number, give me a call when we leave, I will contact you if needed." Lear wrote his phone on a sticky note and tore it to Marianne.

"Okay." Marianne quickly put on her uniform, stuffed the note into her underwear, subconsciously glanced at Perkins, happily opened the door and slipped out.

"She will betray you, she will kill me." Unhappy with Lear's partiality, Perkins couldn't help but complain in front of the mirror while wearing underwear.

"She's a smart person, and if I were her, I wouldn't have reported it to Winston."

This matter is indeed not a big deal, if no third party knows, did Perkins really kill John Wick, strictly speaking, Perkins shot, but not completely.

"It would be unwise for you to meddle in the war between the Russians and John Wick, you should know about it, right?" In front of the mirror, Perkins couldn't help but peek at Lear's reaction through the reflection of the mirror.

"You've plugged in, haven't you?" Lear dressed calmly and also threw the rhetorical question to her.

"We are different from you." The fox was already a little tired of this mutual temptation, and she sneered disdainfully at Perkins as she dressed.

"When you see him make a move, you'll understand."

The fox quickly dressed and slapped Perkins on the buttocks, causing waves that caused Perkins to exclaim.

By the time Lear walked out of the elevator with the fox and the extremely nervous Perkins, Marianne was already waiting for him in front of the elevator door.

Last night's crazy night seemed to have never happened, and she led the way for Lear with a professional smile: "This is a car provided by our hotel, what you need is in the trunk, do you need us to arrange a full-time driver for you?"

Lear took a key to Cadillac from her hand, and his fingers gently drew a line in her palm, "No thanks, thank you for your service."

Lear, who was taken all the way to the door, looked at the brand new Cadillac at the door, with a satisfied expression on his face, and placed a gold coin from the Continental Hotel in the center of Marianne's palm.

"Somebody will return the car this time tomorrow." He said.

"Chengzhi~!" Marianne's smile was even brighter, almost, like, maybe, probably, joining his organization... It's not a bad thing.

She worked hard at the Continental Hotel, wasn't it for these few stinky money?