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

Let’s move our attention away from the scene where the blood dragon is showing off. I’m almost tired of watching a time-traveling costumed boss torturing novice monsters every day.

2014, New York Continental Hotel, Room 818.

Oh well, this will be a plot where high-level players in the new version beat up low-level monsters in the old version. Let me see...

Well, it was as calm as ever, except that Chen Yan had put his mask back on and turned on the optical camouflage.

John went out to look for information. According to normal procedures, John should have obtained information about Vigo's nightclub from Mr. Winston by this time.

In the movie, the biological son is placed in the "red circle" and waits, but here he is probably the one who came in person.

Chen Yan didn't need to think about the subsequent plot. John rushed in and killed him, bloodshot and crackling. Finally, he had a face-to-face talk with Vigo, carrying forward the American tradition and saying "Summer peace" or "I forgive you". ” and so on. Oh my God, this kind of plot was called master style in the game circle more than ten years ago, but in recent years, it is called "psychopathy".

Of course, Chen Yan was not complaining about a certain Mei Mo 2 who did not want to be named. At this time, he just felt bored. After all, he had watched the plot.

He helped John deal with the Russian gang. He didn't even need to take action, because John could handle it himself. If he took action, it might make it easier for John to win.

Did Blood Dragon really let him come here simply to connect John with the Yan Kingdom Brotherhood?

"Click."

The door lock opened and Chen Yan looked up. Our Mr. Night Demon was back.

"Shall we do it?"

This is Chen Yan.

"Yeah..."

This is John.

Thanks to our Mr. Night Stalker being as taciturn as ever, Chen Yan was happy to have some free time. He quickly helped John get rid of Vigo, and then prepared to go to the next dungeon to torture.

"but……"

John was arranging his equipment and hesitated to speak.

Only then did Chen Yan realize that Mr. Night Demon seemed to have other ideas: "But what?"

"This time, it won't be easy." John said without raising his head, taking out the bullets in the spare magazine and reloading it to prevent the bullets from jamming. "My friend told me that Vigo spent a lot of money. If we put a reward on our head, many old friends will probably come to take my life.”

"Is the famous night devil also afraid?" Chen Yan had a funny expression flashing on his faceplate, joking with John.

The movement of John's hand stagnated. He raised his head and looked in the direction of Chen Yan's voice. There was only an electronic grimace there. He frowned slightly and said with some surprise: "Everyone will feel scared, unless they are born with it." No feelings, Six.”

"Of course I will be scared. After all, I am just an ordinary person."

Just when Chen Yan was about to say something, John lowered his head again to load the bullet and said softly: "I'm afraid that if I kill all my old friends, I won't even have anyone to drink with in the future."

"Do you think you are very humorous?" The corners of Chen Yan's mouth under his mask kept twitching.

"No, I'm serious." John pulled the bolt of the HK P30L pistol in his hand, tried aiming for a while, and then stuffed the pistol back into the holster. "People like us can either live well or stay in the grave."

"Those who live well are destined to be lonely, and those who lie in the grave are eventually forgotten. Believe me, most of the killers in the Continental Hotel are the latter."

"Indeed, after all, Mr. Night Demon has been retired for four or five years, and there are still people who are not afraid of death and almost kill your dog." Chen Yan curled his lips and said.

"Okay." John adjusted his clothes, "Let's go."

"Go to the Red Circle nightclub."

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"BOSS, everything is normal at the back door."

"Red Circle" nightclub, back door, dark alley.

A strong Tsarist Russian man with short silver hair was smoking a cigarette at the door. He pressed the intercom button on his chest and spoke.

"Even if it's abnormal, as long as John wants, you can die after saying this." In the office on the top of the building, Vigo shook the wine glass in his hand and said lightly. "Enjoy your smoke, Francis."

Francis puffed out smoke and turned off the intercom.

John Wick was once the brother of a Russian gangster, but well, that’s a thing of the past. This is why Vigo knows John so well, and this is also why... I feel that Vigo is old and his head is full of mush.

John is one of the few killers who has a bottom line. Under normal circumstances, as long as he does not actively provoke him and is an old friend with a little friendship, he will not kill him.

Vigo's son Joseph was a bastard, and he died at the hands of John. It was the luck of the Russian gangsters. It's a pity that Vigo, an old and immortal guy, cares more about reputation and reputation as he gets older.

As a result, the entire Russian gang has to go against John, which is undoubtedly setting themselves on fire, because as long as John wants, he can appear behind you without anyone noticing, just like now.

The cold silencer pressed against the back of his head was really uncomfortable. Although Francis had already seen through life and death, after all, he didn't even have to think about the person pointing the gun at him. Francis knew who it was.

Francis did not look back, but held the cigarette in his mouth with his hand and took another hard sip. After all, it was probably the last sip in his life.

"Hello, Francis." A deep voice sounded from behind Francis. "you lost weight."

"Mr. Wick." Francis flicked the ash from his cigarette and puffed out a stream of smoke. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the blurry figure with his peripheral vision. "Yeah, it's been a long time since I last saw him. I lost 55 pounds."

"Really? I really can't tell." John's voice sounded, as if the muzzle of the gun had moved back.

"Do you have anything to do? Mr. Wick." Francis said softly.

"I'm afraid so." John responded equally softly, "Why don't you take a break today?"

Francis tremblingly took off the headphones from his ears, waiting silently for John to remove his weapons, and then felt relieved.

"Where is Vigo?" John gently patted Francis on the shoulder, as if to calm him down.

"Top office, sir." Francis tilted his head back and looked straight ahead, "He knew you would come."

"grateful."

Francis stood there and did not respond to John's thanks. After waiting for three full seconds, he lit a cigarette for himself again, sat down and puffed away.

Maybe he should be lucky that John didn't do anything?

Praise the Night Stalker.