Unlimited Rewards in Marvel

Unlimited Rewards in Marvel Chapter 233

2022-01-15

Chapter 233 He is a superhero (the third update, please order all!)

continent hotel.

Manager's Office.

"Is there really no problem, if Russell wants to intervene, let alone the continental hotel in New York can't stop him, even the high table can't stop him."

Winston in a neat suit sat on the Boss chair behind the desk and said to the man in front of him.

"Rest assured, Russell won't interfere in this time."

The man said in a tranquil voice, in sharp contrast to Winston, who had a worried look on his face .

“How can you be sure?”

Winston continued to ask.

"Because he is now the Chief-In-Charge of Zhenglian, a superhero."

"As long as the incident at this time does not endanger the safety of the public, he will not take action, he needs to take into account the good reputation he has built up so hard."

The man in a neat suit at the same time said slowly.

"But it's all your guess, he's just called, it doesn't look like he won't intervene."

"And Perkins is in the process right now. He has a certain friendship with Perkins at the headquarters of the United Nations, and it is difficult to guarantee that he will not stand for Perkins."

Winston still didn't quite believe what the man opposite said.

Although the man was sent by the High Table, he had never seen this man before.

More importantly, although this man was a man at a high table, Winston could see at a glance that this man did not have much experience with guns.

The man's mouth does not have the calluses left by the gun practice.

Although some people have special physiques, even if they play with guns all the year round, they will not leave calluses on the mouths of their hands, but the man in front of him gave Winston the feeling that he was not someone with special physique.

"Don't worry, even if Russell does come, you don't have to worry, the organization will take care of this time."

The man continued.

After hearing the man's answer, Winston said nothing.

None of them, however, imagined that Russell was now taking Perkins to the hotel.

After driving for more than half an hour, Russell and Perkins finally arrived at the door of the continental hotel.

After the Mercedes-Benz G550 was parked on the side of the road at will, the two of them walked towards the hotel one after the other moved towards the continent.

"Do you have a gun on you? If so, can you give me one?"

Perkins, who followed Russell, said slowly.

Although Russell has the strength to one-up continental hotels, that's Russell, not Perkins.

Perkins has no guns, no daggers.

This makes her feel very insecure now.

After hearing Perkins' words, Russell stopped and turned to look at Perkins.

Then, take out a white and a black Colt .45 from the system space.

"You probably won't have a chance to shoot, but since you mentioned it, I'll give it to you."

Russell handed the Colt .45 in his hand to to Perkins.

“I hope not.”

Perkins said with a nod, taking the Colt .45 from Russell.

Although Russell couldn't take the gun in question to himself, Perkins still checked it professionally after taking the gun that Russell handed over.

After confirming that these were two guns that had not fired and had no problems, Perkins hid them in his body.

“Let’s go.”

Russell said directly when Perkins hid his good spear.

“en!”

Perkins quickly replied.

When the two of them came to the front door of the hotel, the waiter in front of the door was a little stunned.

Then, with a professional smile, he said to Russell, "Mr. Bradley, long time ago."

"long time no see!"

Although Russell did not know the name of the waiter, he was no stranger to this waiter.

When he first joined the continental hotel, the waiter had already worked here.

Three years later, he still works as a waiter.

While this may not seem strange, for a hotel staff dedicated to serving killers, it is a rare thing for a waiter to work for three consecutive years.

Under normal circumstances, killers who regard human life as a must have are unlikely to take action against the employees of the continent hotel.

But there will always be times when the killers who have been on the brink of Death all year run out of control.

It's not uncommon for hotel employees to be killed by killers because of some unfathomable mystery.

Although these killers will also be killed by the continental hotel later, this kind of thing has never been completely eliminated.

As Russell and Perkins walked up the stairs, the waiter in his early thirties slowly pushed open the hotel door.

Russell walked in without any hesitation.

Although he was here with Russell now, Perkins inevitably hesitated.

In the afternoon, she almost died at the hands of the direct-run killer of the continent hotel.

It was less than 12 hours before she came to the continent hotel again.

This will inevitably make her a little nervous.

However, seeing Russell ahead of him, Perkins felt a sense of security he had never felt before.

After taking a deep breath, she followed Russell inside.

Compared with the past, the continental hotel is now a bit deserted.

In the spacious lobby, apart from the hotel staff, not a single outsourced killer could be seen.

Although there is no silhouette of outsourced killers, there are many hotel-operated killers sitting in the lobby.

22 to be exact.

Russell glanced at it and quickly counted all the direct hits.

When these direct-run killers who had just been talking and laughing saw him and Perkins come in, they fell silent and focused on him and Perkins.

They may not have met Russell himself before, but they are no strangers to Russell.

A killer who can make a name for himself in New York after half a year in the business, it is difficult not to attract the attention of others.

Not to mention that Russell is a Hua Family.

Russell ignored the stares of the direct hitmen and went straight to the front desk.

Like the waiter in front of the gate, the person serving at the front desk is still wearing glasses and a straight suit. Except for his black skin color, he doesn't look like a black Charon at all.

"Sir, it's been a long time!"

As soon as Russell arrived at the front desk, Charon took the initiative to say with a professional smile.

“long time no see, tell Winston I want to see him.”

Russell said bluntly.

"Okay, sir!"

Charon did not refuse, picked up the landline in front of him, and dialed the internal number of Winston's office.

The call was quickly connected.

After a quick chat with Winston about Russell's visit, Charon nodded and put down the phone.

"Mr. Winston is waiting for you in the office."

Charon said in a tranquil voice.

"Okay, thank you!"

After finishing speaking, Russell walked towards Winston's office with Perkins moved towards.

However, just as they were about to reach the elevator, a burly man dressed like a Navy SEAL stopped in front of them.

"You can go up, but she can't."

The big man pointed at Perkins and said, with his right hand on the pistol on his waist, ready to draw the gun at any time.

(end of this chapter)