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

Chapter 040 Hotel War

"Thank you, Cassian, what would I do without you." Gianna gasped, seemingly finally recovering from the wave of assassinations she had just had.

She thanked the bald bodyguard crouched at her feet in Italian.

Cassian, a bald bodyguard, was binding the wound on her foot with a medical kit, and when he heard her words, he quickly raised his head and showed a smile at her.

"Did his bullet intercept another bullet just now?"

She took the glass of spirits that Winston handed over, and even put ice cubes on it, and after taking a sip to suppress her spirit, she asked her bodyguard, Cassian.

"Yes Miss." After tying her wounds, Cassian got up from the ground, refused another glass of strong liquor that Winston handed him, pulled out his pistol from his suit, first checked the bullet in the pistol, and then began to go to the gun cabinet to take out the heavy rifle.

"Can you do it?"

She didn't seem to care at all who was attacking the Continental Hotel and who wanted her life. Just asking Cassian this kind of question.

"I can't do it, miss." Cassian quickly assembled a short-barreled M4 carbine while answering Gianna's question.

"What about John Wick?"

"I'm afraid he won't be able to do it either." Winston's replacement for Cassian and John Wick, who was not present, answered the question.

"So, how did he do it?"

She became more and more curious about the question.

"I'm afraid we'll only find out if we ask him." Winston shook the ice cubes in the wine glass, and the eyes hidden behind the wine glass were deep, and the whole person did not know what he was thinking.

He, like Gianna, didn't think about what to do in the face of an attacking enemy, because that shouldn't be their consideration.

Only Marianne was a little afraid of the current situation, and the black bald butler she knew best had gone out with Lear, and she could only ask Cassian, who was also preparing guns and firearms.

"Will there be any problem if they go out like this?"

Cassian looked back at the young woman in surprise, and couldn't help but ask: "Your boyfriend's bullets can turn corners, you are actually afraid that something will go wrong with him in the battle?!"

Gianna and Winston looked at each other and laughed, after all, the two of them were still a little higher than Marianne, the bartender, at least they knew that someone with this skill would never have to worry about the combat power.

Since his combat effectiveness is guaranteed, it is no wonder that Lear dared to say that he wanted to do business in New York innocently.

After the initial excitement, Gianna had already begun to touch her chin and think about how to win over Lear.

Lear's combat effectiveness definitely has this value.

With a smile on her face, she beckoned to Marianne: "Silly girl, sit down, with Lear's combat power, you don't need to be afraid of any danger to him, what you need to be afraid of is the talent outside."

While showing a kind expression to Marianne, she turned her head and showed a cold attitude like a Sichuan opera changing face: "I need an explanation, Winston!"

"I can't explain it." Winston directly lay flat and rotten, and helplessly sat opposite Gianna and spread out his hands: "I don't know who ate the bear-hearted leopard gall, dared to directly challenge the majesty of the mainland hotel, and I don't know who dared to directly attack you at the twelve."

"This matter has far exceeded my level, and I can only ask everyone at the Twelve High Table to investigate it clearly."

He raised his hands as if in surrender, but he was actually playing a scoundrel.

Because he knew that this matter had nothing to do with him, the shot against Gianna just now was already provoking the Twelve High Tables, and even issued a rebellion against the Twelve High Tables.

This kind of thing doesn't matter to the twelve-high table, where does he, a mainland hotel manager, have the qualifications to manage this matter?

Looking at Winston, who had taken himself clean, Gianna pointed at him, indicating that he definitely couldn't escape.

But in fact, reason told her that indeed, this was no longer something that people of Winston's level should deal with, this was a war against the Twelve High Tables! All-out war!

If you don't beat the other party back this time, or even kill them all, anyone will have the courage to step on the twelfth high table with a gun in their hands in the future.

The war began with that bullet that came out of the chamber.

Then it's just you dead and me alive.

She reached out to Cassian murderously: "Mobile phone."

Cassian pulled an Ericsson cell phone out of his suit and handed it to her, watching her dial it.

Marianne, who was like a sexy little wildcat in the bar, sat beside her, obediently, like a fully tamed house cat.

She fully understood that the kindness and kindness just now was just a gesture of favor to Lear, and now the murderous and majestic wanton is her nature.

So she didn't dare to make the slightest mistake, quiet as a chicken.

There are still manpower arranged in the secret room here, but Lear has already killed him.

The other party is indeed an elite killer, no, it seems a little inappropriate to describe them as a killer, and it is more appropriate to describe them as the backbone of the gang.

These people are all good gangsters, one by one, they are ruthless and daring to fight, and may even have undergone a certain militarization training, in groups of five or six, holding rifles towards the interior of the mainland hotel, and all the guests and waiters along the way were shot and killed by their ruthless heart.

It's just that when their gunshots rang out, they immediately encountered indescribable blockages and counterattacks.

The guests in the hotel are either professional killers or waiters who are professional killers.

If they have never seen pigs running or pork, they don't panic because of the sound of gunshots, screaming and running away.

Instead, like a well-trained elite, he rolled on the spot, found cover, and drew his gun to fight back.

It is precisely because of this that everyone except those who were caught off guard at the beginning is fighting back against them, even if their pistols are only 9 mm and only 11.43 mm, but their bullets can indeed kill.

Even with superiority in firepower and numbers, when Lear encountered them, the invaders reached the 3rd floor, and the Assassins suffered heavy losses and retreated, forming a firm alliance with the hotel attendants, vowing to save their dogs' lives.

Even if it is death, the spirit of biting off a bite of flesh from the other party will make the other party lose a lot.

The scale of the war was only broken with the appearance of Lear.

He's just too strong.

Even without any aiming, the pump-action shotgun in the hand still brings unparalleled accuracy and lethality.

He was like a walking metal storm, and without taking a step, he spat out the flames of death.

The one-headed armor-piercing bullet can even lose kinetic energy by passing through two people at once in the middle of an enemy without body armor.

He just looked at each other, and instantly turned the situation on both sides.

"Who is this kid?" The killers couldn't help but ask each other with a look on their faces.