Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

A handsome old European and American guy with medium-long black hair was strolling through the bustling streets of New York. His steps were brisk and he looked to be in his 40s.

But no one knows that he is actually over 60 years old.

Year-round exercise has allowed him to maintain a youthful body, exuding the charm of a mature man. The faint smile at the corner of his mouth often arouses exclamations from passers-by women.

After walking aimlessly for more than ten minutes, the handsome old man stopped at a private cinema. He looked up at the sign of the private cinema, nodded, and then opened the door and entered.

"Welcome, do you need anything?"

The clerk is a young and beautiful woman with blond hair and blue eyes. At this moment, she does not show her usual professional fake smile. Instead, she cannot suppress her smile. She does not know whether it is because of the good looks of the old handsome guy in front of her. She couldn't move her eyes away, it was the true identity of the handsome old man in front of her that made her unable to close her legs.

"I want to watch some classic movies recently." The old handsome guy casually browsed the shelves in the private theater and said softly. "Any recommendations?"

"Of course. Do you like war movies or literary movies?" The beautiful clerk walked out of the front desk and came to the old handsome guy's side. "Of course, if you need special films, we have those too."

"I prefer comedy." The old handsome guy rubbed his chin and said. "Isn't there a saying that...the core of comedy is tragedy?"

"Then, I recommend you to watch "The Truman Show."" The beautiful clerk smiled slightly and said, "Jim Carrey's classic work is very worth watching."

"The Truman Show is not a comedy." The old handsome guy also smiled, "But since you recommended it, I'll watch it again."

"Shelf No. 3, row 3, fifth row." The beautiful clerk stretched out her hand to guide the handsome old man.

The old handsome guy took the disc off the shelf and sighed as if he hadn't seen such a carrier for a long time.

"Please enter room 2 to watch the movie." The beautiful clerk bowed politely, "I wish you a happy viewing."

"I wish you a nice day, little girl." The handsome old man waved to the clerk coolly and entered the room she designated for him.

The room was very dark, with only a huge projection screen, a sofa, and a coffee table. On the coffee table is a DVD drive connected to a projector.

The old handsome guy sat casually on the sofa, took out the disc from the disc box, placed it in the optical drive, and pressed the start button.

Bursts of blue light hit the projection cloth, and the picture that appeared was not the beginning of the movie, but... a virtual human face.

"Good morning, Mr. Hunter."

The virtual human on the screen slowly spoke.

"It's an honor to invite you to join the action again."

"Just eight hours ago, State Man, the special intelligence agency of the United States, contacted the IMF and provided a piece of top-secret information."

"This intelligence shows that there is a human experiment base secretly established by a terrorist organization called the Black Cross underground in many cities in the United States. The recent large-scale riots and a large number of missing persons cases around the world are also related to' Black Cross' has a connection."

On the screen, the contents of the information were displayed, as well as the shocking photos of human laboratory scenes.

"Your mission, if you choose to accept it, you will go to the southern United States to find and destroy the 'Black Cross' human laboratories in Miami, Little Rock and Atlanta, and end the threat of terrorist organizations to the United States. Please be careful, according to the intelligence provided , there may be horrific biological weapons in the human laboratory, and ordinary military weapons may not be able to cause considerable damage."

"For this mission, you can choose two to four team members to participate."

"As always, if a member of your team is captured or killed, the organization will claim ignorance of all your actions."

"Also, we're sincerely sorry for disturbing your vacation."

"If I can never see you again, I wish you a good morning, afternoon and evening."

"This message will be automatically destroyed after 5 seconds."

The old handsome guy's face no longer had his usual iconic smile. He pondered, tapping the knuckles of his right hand on the table.

His name is Ethan Hunt.

The director of the CIA once said: "Ethan Hunter is the most powerful agent who has undergone rigorous training and has a high degree of mobility. There is no secret that he cannot obtain, no security line that he cannot break through, and no person that he cannot disguise." . At this moment, he may be listening to our conversation somewhere and waiting for the opportunity to act - he is the living god of destiny!"

The full name of the IMF team that our famous Mr. Hunter belongs to is Impossible Mission Force, which means "impossible mission special operations team." So far, the IMF has solved countless cases that have affected the security of the world. It is the most mysterious special department under the CIA.

Ethan tapped the table quietly, meditating, as always. The DVD drive on the coffee table, after 5 seconds, self-destructed just as the voice message said, and a burst of unpleasant white smoke emitted.

"Black Cross", human experimentation.

These two keywords made Ethan a little uneasy. After solving the world's largest and most powerful underground criminal organization "Syndicate", he continued his retirement life. Some time ago, he heard that the company building of Abstergo Industries, the world's largest pharmaceutical company, exploded in Montreal, and he wondered whether there was an inside story.

At that time, he asked Benji, his most trusted hacker in the IMF, to help hack into the internal network of Abstergo Industries. It turned out that all the data related to the explosion in Abstergo's servers had been physically destroyed. .

That doubt later became a topic of conversation between Benji and him. Immediately after the Abstergo explosion, there was news that the legend of the killer world "John Wick" had returned and destroyed the Continental Hotel in Berlin.

Ethan had always had an ominous premonition until this morning, when he received a secret email from the IMF. Ethan knew that a big deal was coming.

This mission, as always, is an impossible one. Things like biological weapons have actually long been separated from the scope of ordinary spy operations.

Unfortunately, the IMF team specializes in dealing with all kinds of "impossibles".

Ethan took out his mobile phone, then dialed a series of numbers and waited quietly for the connection.

"I told you not to call me suddenly, Ethan... I'm still at work." On the other end of the phone, it seemed as if he was deliberately lowering his voice, "You won't be in any trouble again... I can do it in advance. I said I won’t go, don’t even think about it, there’s no way.”

"Benji...my old friend, I just need you to help me contact Luther..." Ethan's mouth curved up, and he said as if he was chatting, "I have a mission here, right? Hacking skills are quite demanding, and I know you won't come. If Luther is free, just let him come."

"Oh, I originally said that this mission was quite dangerous. Without you, my work would be very difficult..."

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then Benji's voice rang again: "Fuck you, Ethan. I'm not someone who abandons friends at critical moments. I did this, count me in!"

"Thank you so much, Benjy, you are really my best friend." Ethan responded with a smile. After so many years, he knows best what kind of urinal Benjy is, "But Luther really has to call ...We still have to find a few thugs, and this mission is indeed a bit tricky."

"Come on, is there anything else that Ethan Hunt can't handle?" Benji said disdainfully, "Leave the recruitment of members to me. By the way, I also have to go out in the field this time. The logistics are too much. boring."

"The place we are going to this time is the human body laboratory of a terrorist organization. There are many disgusting and terrifying biological weapons in it. Are you sure you want to go out in the field with me?" Ethan said jokingly.

"..."

On the other end of the phone, Benji fell into silence again, and then he stuttered and spoke:

"Then what...is it too late for me to regret it now?"