End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

"Sir, the casualties have been counted."

Caron handed the document to Winston in a cold sweat, and said, "Excluding the adjudicator and the people he brought, a total of 196 killers died and no one was injured."

"What about our people?"

"Except for the seventy-four killers from all over the world, the rest are our people."

Caron said with an ugly face that the New York Continental Hotel suffered heavy losses, and the previous loss of manpower seriously shook Winston's foundation.

Moreover, the arbitrator died at the Continental Hotel in New York, and there was a great possibility that Winston would be dismissed as manager by the High Table in a rage.

When the new manager comes to power, the whole New York will be reshuffled, and there will be chaos for a long time.

"I see."

Winston rubbed his temples. It was bad, but there was nothing he could do.

Thinking of his old friend, John Wick, whom he had high hopes for, Winston wondered whether he should make another call, not asking the other party to kill Russell, as long as he could help him stabilize the country.

"Sir, the number of deaths..."

"Say!"

"Including the adjudicator and the people he brought, the death toll in the hotel is 237, which is exactly the same as the number of killers who died in the slums before."

Speaking of this, a look of fear flashed across Caron's face: "I don't know if it's a coincidence or an accident. If it was intentional... sir, he's counting people and killing people."

"I see."

Winston smiled bitterly, offending someone he shouldn't have offended, and he already regretted taking Stan Phil's order.

But rules are rules, Continental Hotel has no reason to reject an order, besides, when accepting the order, who would have expected such a result.

"Sir, may I ask, is there any reply from the high table?" Caron tentatively asked.

"Are you curious?"

"Yes, after all the adjudicator died in the hotel, I'm worried that you will be implicated, sir."

"I conveyed Officer Russell's words as they were. The twelve managers were very dissatisfied with me, and then increased the reward amount of Officer Russell. The news will soon be distributed to the global killer, a head worth 500 million."

Winston shook his head again and again, and said in fear: "500 million dollars can make everyone crazy, but do they really have the life to earn this money?"

"gentlemen……"

"No, there's only this reaction from the high table. I'm curious what will happen next."

Winston closed his eyes and savored the red wine, and said to himself: "Did Officer Russell's bounty continue to rise until the High Table Conference collapsed, or was it a lucky person who earned this sky-high bounty and then died in an accident. "

"It's none of our business, sir, is it?"

"Indeed, they can laugh as much as they like, and I admit I'm a coward."

...

Tuesday!

Caron rushed into the office with the document, patted the document in front of Winston, and smiled blackly: "Sir, good news, the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles has been closed, and all the people inside are dead."

"Caron, watch your tone, this is not good news."

Winston frowned, and looked at his deputy with dissatisfaction: "What do you mean they are all dead? Is my old friend, the hotel manager Thameson, also dead?"

"Yes, including Manager Semeson, a total of 620 people died." Caron said happily.

"Oh, Thameson, you died a terrible death."

Winston showed a sad smile, opened the file and asked, "Why are there so many six hundred people?

Are Los Angeles hotels cheap? "

Cuaron explained: "No, Police Officer Russell stayed in the Los Angeles Hotel for three hours, waiting on the sidelines to kill all the killers who came to the door, but none of the killers who entered the hotel were spared."

"Death of greed, money makes them forget how much they are."

Winston made a comment, and after a while, he frowned and pointed to a black and white photo: "What do you mean, provocative?"

In the black-and-white photo, there is the desk of the manager of the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles, Samson. There is a note on the desk that says 'Mexico', which is a metaphor for the next concentration of deaths.

"Sir, I'm not very clear about the specific situation, but contacting the Continental Hotel in Mexico City, there are thousands of killers gathered there, as well as local gangsters and major families, led by a manager of the High Table Council. increasing."

Caron was so excited that he was incoherent: "This is an unprecedented move in the underground world. I never thought that I could see such a scene in my lifetime. It's crazy!"

"Yeah, just because of one person...it's really crazy."

Wednesday!

Winston sat gravely at his desk, next to a stunned Cuarón, and the documents on the desk told about the fiasco in Mexico City.

According to rough statistics, more than 2,000 killers died, and the gathered local gangs and various underworld families fled frantically, abandoning their long-term operating sites.

And the organizer, one of the managers of the High Table Council, was uprooted along with his crime family, leaving no one behind.

"If a manager dies, those guys will definitely go crazy."

Winston murmured to himself, and it took him a while to come back to his senses: "Caron, what happened to the Hotel Continental in Mexico City?"

"could not be reached."

"..."

"Did Officer Russell leave anything behind?"

"Yes, the next stop is Brasilia!"

Thursday!

Another document was placed on the desk. After a few photos that looked like a battlefield, there was the dilapidated Brasilia Continental Hotel and the heavy casualties.

The 1,500 dead bodies all had multiple holes in their foreheads, and the wounded fell by themselves or were hit by the loss of their companions.

"..." x2

Winston and Caron remained silent. According to the latest death figures in Mexico City, more than 5,000 people died in just three days.

These people are either hitmen or members of the gangsters and crime families that make up the High Table.

After the 'Battle of Brasilia', the twelve managers of the High Table Conference lost two more, and the current number is 9/12.

【Name: Russell】

【Status: Global open contract】

[Amount: US$1 billion]

Winston didn't even glance at the reward, he was quite sure that it was just a number, there was no difference between 1 billion and 10 dollars, no one could earn this money anyway.

He touched the globe on the desk, connecting New York, Los Angeles, Mexico City, and Brasilia to determine Russell's next foothold.

It's not Africa, it's Europe, and Australia is also a possibility.

"Sir, why don't you call and ask about the high table?"

"What does it have to do with me? I'm just a hotel manager and I'm not qualified to participate in big events... This is already a war."

Winston was very calm, and slowly said: "Compared to the high table that is at a loss, I am more interested in Officer Russell's next destination. It doesn't matter how many people there are. If he conquered a city in a day, I suspect that he is traveling at all."

"Sir, is he really human?" Caron asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, but Officer Russell said before that if he is not a policeman, he can only be a devil."

When Winston said this, he got up and looked for the Bible in the bookcase: "To be honest, I suddenly became a believer."

...

Friday!

black!

The Continental Hotel Dal Beda fell, killing all 3,000 gangsters and killers gathered there, including the two High Table conference managers.

The number of remaining high-level people is 7/12!

On the same day, the elders of the High Table Council who lived in the desert of North Africa were killed with higher authority than twelve managers, and the scene was in chaos.

The power of the High Table in North Africa has collapsed across the board, and gang members are scrambling to flee. They would rather surrender to the police than follow orders and participate in the so-called counterattack plan.

This is not a counterattack, but queuing up to die!

The avalanche of radiation spread from North Africa to the whole world. For example, in the nearby Cairo, Egypt, the manager of the Continental Hotel ignored the order of the high table and closed for the day.

【Name: Russell】

【Status: Closed】

【Amount: 0】

Under pressure, the High Table voluntarily gave up the global reward offer, and the remaining seven managers were all in danger, hiding in the safe house and not daring to show their faces.

The most relaxed is the administrator of the Canadian province, Russell's line of action is unabashed, and in the sequence, he is the last stop, and it is his turn after the death of the administrator of the Neon Sopranos.

"Sir, I have already contacted Officer Russell, but he didn't answer the phone, and there is nothing I can do." Winston continued to explain while holding the phone.

Just today, seven high table managers communicated with him continuously, almost blowing up his phone.

Because Winston was the only hotel manager who did not die when he met Russell, and Russell was a local policeman in New York, and he passed the message through Winston, the managers felt that he could get in touch with Russell to stop the crazy killings .

The High Table is willing to apologize for the previous behavior, as long as Russell is willing to stop, they can accept any request.

To put it bluntly, they were afraid of being killed and were willing to surrender unconditionally.

Winston was very honored, and the managers with higher authority chased him and begged his grandpa to sue his grandma, which made him very happy.

But Russell didn't answer the phone, and there was nothing he could do, and he had already given out the phone number, not only him, but other managers couldn't be reached either.

This can only show that Russell is unwilling to stop, this matter is endless!

...

Saturday!

The doors of the defunct Continental Hotel in Cairo were broken down as the building was emptied. No one died, only the general manager's office was smashed.

...

Sunday!

Rome, the Dantonio crime family.

Two siblings, Gianna Dantonio and Mike De Dantonio, who are direct members of the family, hid in an old castle, which was their family's property. Fifty years ago, they robbed... No, it was through legal procedures bought.

Sister Gianna inherits her father's will and is the head of the family and one of the seven remaining High Table Keepers.

She is in a panic now, she is only in her early forties, at the age when a woman is in her prime, and she doesn't want to turn into a cold corpse.

"My dear sister, as far as the current situation is concerned, we should separate. In this way, no matter which one of us dies, there will still be someone who can inherit the family business and carry it forward."

The younger brother Mike De was very indignant and felt that his sister wanted to kill him with him, because what happened at the Continental Hotel in Cairo explained everything.

Russell is a lazy person, and he doesn't know how to kill people one by one, so the more people die, the more people die, and the fewer people don't have any shit.

"No, I'm protecting you."

As Jaina was speaking, an attendant hurried in outside the door and whispered something in her ear.

"Very good!"

Jaina got up happily when she heard the words, walked out quickly with a swaying figure, and said to Mechd without looking back: "I have invited the Bishop of St. Louis, he will help us tide over the difficulties and destroy that devil!"

"Bishop! Are you serious?"

Mike De was speechless, the clergy are useless, if there is a god, he would have gone to hell.