Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

night.

A temporarily remodeled gym.

Lark was shirtless, except for a pair of shorts around the waist.

The legs are slightly bent, the body is half arched, and the hands are fisted in front of the chest.

The taupe sandbags are covered with depressions of varying shades.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"puff!"

The fist sank into the sandbag, and the fine yellow sand rustled down.

The strength is great... Lak swung his hands and turned around, and there was also a sandbag hanging on the left.

The waiter immediately stepped forward and threw away the broken sandbag, hung up a new one, cleaned the floor, and returned to the original place after doing all this.

The dull voice sounded again.

boom!

boom!

"Bang bang."

There was a knock on the door, and Haytham pushed open the door, walked quickly to Lak's side, and whispered: "Boss, all the people sent out have returned. The manager invites you to go over."

"puff!"

"it is good."

The waiter handed over a towel, and Lark wiped off the sweat on his body, put on a bathrobe, and left the gym.

The hotel is 23 floors high and roughly divided into three areas.

The three underground floors are mainly responsible for providing news and entertainment for the killer.

Floors 1-17 belong to the accommodation area, and hotel killers who come to New York to perform missions can "pay" to stay.

Relying on all-round advantages, the Continental Hotel takes the lead in the killer world and belongs to the monkey version of "Stark Industries".

The top three floors were Winston's private quarters—now Rucker's.

Entering the elevator, Haytham pressed down on the 17th floor.

Ding!

In the corridor, people kept saying hello to Lark, including employees in Stark uniforms and black suits from the hotel.

Lark nodded.

Walking through the corridor, the number of people gradually decreased, and at the corner, two men in black suits stood guard at the end.

Pushing open the door, Winston sat on a chair, and a row of people stood opposite him; the next room was covered with screens, which was the monitoring room.

When Lark came in, a group of people bent over, and the white bathrobes were particularly eye-catching in the crowd of black:

"Hi boss!"

Lak let out an "um" and sat down immediately. Compared with the meeting, he is more concerned about another matter now.

Winston also knew what he was thinking. He waved his hand to drive the person away, took out a document and put it on the table, saying solemnly:

"The people below searched back and forth three times for the area you mentioned, but found nothing unusual; worrying about it, I launched the "Beggar Gang" and finally found some clues.

For half a month, there have been homeless people in Manhattan one after another, claiming to hear strange voices, but they have not been able to find the source.

But after statistics, we found that these people died on the street one after another due to the recurrence of the disease. "

"Kill and silence?" Lark blurted out.

"should be."

Homeless people don't pay attention to the concept of hygiene. It is true that people are easily infected with diseases in summer, and anyone who is careless will die.

But there is no such a coincidence in the world. Just as the front foot was found to be wrong, the back foot died of illness.

Still a lot of people.

Lark opened the file, and there were "memoirs" on it. The time, place, and who said it were clearly written.

The Continental Hotel deserves to be specialized in intelligence, and this information alone is not available to ordinary organizations.

"Have you analyzed the location where the sound appeared?" Lak looked up.

"The last one." Winston pointed at the report: "It's very mixed. It has appeared in most areas of Manhattan. There is no pattern."

"Let me try."

Lark got up and walked to the monitoring room, and put the report on the table.

Winston also wondered what he could do, and stood aside.

"Jarvis, bring up the three-dimensional map of Manhattan, scan the report, and mark the locations of the sounds in chronological order."

"Received, building."

Two rays were scanned out from the ceiling, and a mini-city appeared on the table. Parks, hospitals, hotels, rivers, etc. were extremely clear.

One by one red dots appeared on it.

A flash of excitement flashed across Winston's old face. As the manager of the New York branch, he is well aware of the power of this technology. If it is combined with his own intelligence system, the business of the Continental Hotel will definitely be improved to a higher level.

But... the new boss probably won't agree, he glanced at Lak quietly.

After Lark's physical body was strengthened, his five senses were very sharp, and Winston could see all his movements out of the corner of his eye.

While Jarvis was building the map, Lark said:

"First of all, I am not short of money, and the killer business seems unnecessary; secondly, now that official organizations are watching me, it is easy to cause trouble at critical moments, although I am not afraid,

But...trouble. "

Winston nodded. If someone else said those words, there would be another concrete pier on the Hudson River tonight.

Lark said, Thaksin believed.

"However, with so many people, I can't possibly spend money to support you in vain."

Lark stretched out two fingers: "You have two tasks next."

Winston immediately became serious when he heard this, and Haytham, who was standing behind him, took out a notebook from his pocket and prepared to record it.

"1. Expand the intelligence system at all costs. I know what is going to happen in New York before, now, and in the future better than anyone else.

. The hotel has closed all services to the outside world, and its business scope has been changed to auctions. I will send you the details later. "

After finishing speaking, Lark took a sip of water from the space.

Winston pondered the message.

Translated: From now on, the Continental Hotel in New York will only serve him.

The three mysterious items that Lark found at the SHIELD base were all around 60, so they were considered half-old items.

At the beginning, he planned to purchase and appraise antiques through the channels of the Continental Hotel, so as to pick out items that contained mysterious energy.

However, the goal is too clear.

Couldn't help but investigate.

Once all parties know, they will not give him this opportunity.

However, it is worth a try to use the pretext of the auction to pretend to be the fake, to hide the truth, to build plank roads openly, and to sneak through old warehouses.

There might be surprises waiting for him.

In silence, Jarvis's construction was completed. The irrelevant buildings on the map disappear, leaving only the location of the red dot.

"Sir, through data analysis, the sound first appeared in the lower city, and then all the way up, converging around the hotel."

Lark's pupils shrank suddenly.

Winston gasped.

Haytham's hands froze in the air.

As I said before, Lark did not find the keel in the Rand Building. Coincidentally, the Rand Building is next to the Continental Hotel, and the two sides are only separated by a street.

"So, is it a hand and a meeting?" Lak murmured.

Black, with an evil breath, he couldn't think of anyone else except the group of ninjas.

As we all know, they have been looking for the keel. As expected, the strange sounds are caused by mechanical equipment "digging three feet into the ground".

"Boss, do you need me to summon some people?" Winston said.

Hailsson added: "Everyone can be here in two hours."

On the night of the exchange of fire with Gaotai Table, Lark arrived in time and many men survived.

See, that's the benefit of having a personal squad.

Standby.

Rucker reached out and zoomed in on the map, only keeping the Rand Building and the Continental Hotel.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "No, just stay alert."