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

"Being unknown...or making a name for yourself? Think about it, Mr. Vincent."

Thinking of the words of the fat black Jesus, Vincent smiled with disdain.

Dick DeShawn, a middleman in the Los Angeles black market, is called the "Black Fat Jesus of Los Angeles" by regulars in the Los Angeles black market. His son Dexus and grandson Dexter are both assholes like him.

Vincent calls himself a future legend from the ghettos of Los Angeles, a nobody? Which legend didn't start out as an unknown person?

Whether it's joining a gang or accepting a commission, with one's own ability, these are just small problems.

After all, I don’t know when I awakened the ability to stop time, as well as some strange memories.

"People like me are standard protagonists in video games." This is how Vincent described himself.

This time, no one dared to take the task provided by Dick, the fat guy, because the object to be stolen was a warehouse owned by Abstergo, the world's largest medical company, and there was the Japanese "Arasaka Group". Assist with security efforts.

The target of the theft is the information of a high-tech prototype called "Soul Killer".

"Being unknown... or making a name for yourself?"

Who knows how many bastards from the slums that fat guy has deceived with this sentence? This sentence has even become a tradition in the Deshawn family. However, Vincent was not false at all. He was willing to double the reward for this order because he was willing to take the risk.

"Go to hell and become famous." Vincent dropped the cigarette in his hand to the ground and smiled coldly. "After working alone, 3800 million US dollars will be enough for me to leave this damn dog town and live a prosperous life."

"Some people are born in Rome, and some people are born with cows and horses. But you are different...Yes, Vincent." He looked at himself in the mirror and said firmly, "You are the best, Vincent. special."

"You are destined to be a legend, a living legend!"

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"I understand."

John looked at the blue sky and made a decision in his heart.

"Just think of it as Johnny Silverhand's debut... Where did that kid steal from?"

"The warehouse of Abstergo's Los Angeles branch." Wu Fu retrieved the information from his mobile phone and handed it to John. "The person responsible for the security mission is a multinational security company in Japan."

"Arasaka...that name is really weird." John frowned.

"Lao Yue has made arrangements, and your disguised identity is also ready." Wu Fu said with a strange expression.

"What identity?" John suddenly had an unknown premonition.

"Johnny Silverhand, the lead singer of the emerging rock band 'Wushi' in Los Angeles..." Wufu took out a pair of silver-framed sunglasses from somewhere and handed it to John, "That band is actually ours, what do they sing and play?" You can just pretend, we even changed the Internationale into a rock version as your opening song..."

"I have to say... The Internationale is not rock 'n' roll, but having a rock band sing the Internationale is really rock'n'roll." John took the sunglasses, slowly put them on his face, and made a signature rock gesture, "And ...Lip-syncing is shameful, Lao Wu."

"What, are you still planning to be serious?" Wu Fu said with a black line, "Please, you are going to work, not to hold a concert, okay..."

"Don't have confidence in me?" John smiled slightly, "I actually formed a rock band when I was young..."

"What you said is basically the same as 'My father taught me in Hawaii' in the movie "Death Elementary School" that those gangsters watched..." Wu Fu said helplessly. "Okay, whatever you want, as long as you're happy."

"Then when should I set off?" John stood up and asked.

"The sooner the better. Is there anything I need to prepare?" Wu Fu also stood up and asked seriously.

"It's just guidance...and we have to find a way to win over this kid..." John thought for a moment and said, "Prepare some high explosives for me. The more powerful the better."

"What do you want to do?" Wu Fu looked at Mr. "Night Demon" who was getting more and more distracted in front of him with a confused look.

"You'll know when the time comes." John smiled mysteriously.

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The Los Angeles slums are as corrupt and chaotic as ever. The daily routine here is to quarrel over trivial matters, and then both parties empty their magazines in anger.

Vincent has long been accustomed to the daily artillery fire of the Free America. Today he is going to the most famous chain weapons store in the United States, "Armed Nation", to buy some new goods and replenish some ammunition.

"Snooker, are there any good products recently?"

Pushing open the door and entering, Vincent's loud voice caught the store manager's attention.

Seeing that Vincent was here, the store manager Snook put down the Remington shotgun in his hand and forced a smile: "Ah, isn't this my dear good brother Vincent? I want to think again this time Grab something?"

"Don't say it so harshly, Snooker." Vincent was a little embarrassed and said stiffly, holding his neck. "I'm here to buy something this time."

This guy really doesn't know how to read the situation. Can what happened to a street kid be considered a robbery?

"The famous Vincent Wells actually spends money to buy things...it's really strange." Snooker smiled.

"You don't know. I took a job from Fatty Dick this time..." Vincent looked around at the empty store. Well, there should be no one else there. "When I have money, I will pay." Can I give you the money to renovate your store and treat it as an apology?"

"It's the best apology if you don't get betrayed by that fat black man, brother." Snooker said seriously. "I heard that several street boys from Dog Town were tricked by that guy, and even their bodies couldn't be found..."

"So, you have to give me some money this time..." Vincent lowered his voice, grabbed a wad of U.S. dollars from his arms, and handed it to Snooker. "I'm going to do something big..."

Half an hour later, Vincent walked out of the "Armed Nation" with a smile on his face. Behind him was a huge black military backpack.

However, after a while, Vincent's hair stood up because he felt someone watching him from behind! And the feeling on that person was very dangerous!

"What's the matter with you? Sir."

Vincent stopped and did not look back, but said loudly.

"It seems you are very busy."

The voice behind him was a little low and hoarse, but it didn't seem to be malicious, so Vincent slowly turned around.

It was a long-haired man with silver metal arms.

"I'm getting ready to go home, sir." Vincent said tentatively, "If you need me to do any work, we can discuss it."

"I heard you took a job from Dick, boy." The man said. Seeing Vincent getting a little wary and preparing to draw his gun, he made no move. Instead, he waved his hand to signal Vincent to calm down. "I'm not trying to steal your job, kid. I have a personal grudge against that company called Arasaka."

"Since you are going to Abstergo to purchase goods, Arasaka, who is in charge of security, must be giving you a headache, right?"

"What exactly do you want to say?" Vincent said calmly and unmoved. "Before we talk business, shouldn't you introduce yourself?"

"Okay...my name is Johnny Silverhand." John looked at Vincent who was scheming in front of him and had no choice but to say. "Are you interested in cooperating with me?"

"How do you want to cooperate?" Vincent asked with a frown.

"I am responsible for blowing up Arasaka, you are responsible for doing your work, and all the rewards are yours."

John strolled forward and slowly took off the sunglasses on his face with one hand.

"I just want to burn Arasaka to ashes!"