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

"Boom~"

A swipe of Kentucky bourbon, well, Arthur Morgan's favorite.

Chen Yan's faceplate automatically deformed like flowing liquid metal, revealing his mouth.

Well, after the transformation this time, it feels a bit like the Deep♂Dark♂Fantasy headgear of a certain Gotham's richest man.

Chen Yan was sitting casually in a booth on the dance floor on the first floor of the "Red Circle", enjoying the drinks and snacks on the booth: "Grandma is such a badass, I'm starving to death."

"So, is this why your code name is 'Blood Dragon'? Your ability... is very scary."

John sat down next to Chen Yan and said casually.

"Ah, actually I am a registered killer at Yanguo Continental Hotel. You know the rules of Yanguo." Chen Yan shrugged, "By the way, didn't you go to Vigo to cause trouble? Why are you still sitting here. "

"No rush." ​​John shook his head, picked up a box of cigarettes from the coffee table in the booth, and handed it to Chen Yan. "Viggo shouldn't mind living a little longer."

"I always feel like your jokes are so damn good... Thank you very much." Chen Yan took the cigarette case, lit one for himself, and puffed away happily, "Why don't you have one?"

"Quit, I've quit for a long time." John looked at Chen Yan's enjoyment of smoking and didn't know what he was thinking. "A long time ago, like you, I also liked to smoke one after killing someone. It would feel much better."

"When did you learn to smoke?" Chen Yan asked curiously.

John leaned on the sofa, his eyes filled with nostalgia: "I'm 17 years old, I studied in the Marine Corps. The guys there all like to hold a cigarette and show off..."

"I didn't expect you would say such words." Chen Yan said with some surprise.

"Do you think I should be a taciturn person?" John laughed and shook his head, "I actually...how should I put it, when I was young, I was more bohemian than you. I was a punk youth and formed a rock band. , joined the army...until he came back after being discharged."

"The tattoo on your back seems to be from the Marine Corps, right? I didn't look carefully when you were changing clothes." Chen Yan pointed at John's back. "I think I asked a question."

"Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat." John said noncommittally in a strange accent.

It's a pity that Chen Yan can't understand: "Um...please use English..."

"Fate favors the brave." John repeated it word for word in broken Yanguo dialect, "Maybe you will be more familiar with this method."

"The Marine Corps in Kaneohe Bay, Hawaii, that's where I served."

"Oh, Hawaii, beach beauties and beach volleyball, I know this." Chen Yan said with sudden realization.

"You're hopeless." John said expressionlessly, "I rarely chat with people, but you really don't know how to chat."

"Sorry, sorry...I'm used to it." Chen Yan made a French military salute, and then asked curiously: "Then why did you change from a soldier to a mercenary?"

"Viggo... I have actually known each other for a long time."

John looked up at the dance floor filled with corpse fragments and coagulated blood, and said softly.

"Before I joined the army, I was actually a street kid living on the Russian border..."

"He and I were both thugs of the Roma gang at that time. The difference is that my mother was the mistress of the Roma gang, and he was just a nobody."

"At that time, I only had a certain understanding of the high table when my parents wanted to talk about something..."

"Every day I have to face those who sell drugs, sell guns, and collect protection fees. To be honest, I hate that kind of life."

John said, and then...well, he snatched the box of cigarettes from Chen Yan's hand and took one in his mouth.

Chen Yan wisely ordered it for him, and the result was... Mr. Wick, who had not smoked all year round, choked and coughed.

"Ahem... So at that time, I was crazy about rock music and even taught myself electric guitar." John shook his slightly drunken head and continued, "I formed a band and went out to scream every day. It seemed that there was only music and intense music. Drinking and yelling are the only ways to prove your existence.”

"But that's not the case."

"That kind of life only lasted for half a year. Finally, I decided to join the army, and I wanted to stay as far away from that place as possible."

"So you went to Hawaii?" Chen Yan nodded with understanding. Indeed, when he was young, he always wanted to change the status quo. Only when he gets older will he be content with the status quo.

"Ah."

John blew out a puff of smoke and sighed.

"The life of a Marine Corps is very fulfilling... I once had a friend who held up his dog tag and told me that he would be willing to take a bullet for me..."

"In the end, he actually did it."

"In those days, every time I saw the dog tags other people were wearing around their necks, I would think of him."

"So, I got out of there."

"But I found that after I came back from there, I didn't have the ability to save people. I only had the ability to kill people."

"This is the origin of the 'night devil' you call it, Number Six." John looked at the cigarette butt in his hand and said softly, "A shitty life full of darkness."

"Since then, I have become a killer at the Continental Hotel. Vigo left the Roma Gang when I joined the army and formed his own gang. Slowly, he became a respectable boss."

"Speaking of which, Vigo and I have known each other for decades..."

"So, are you considering whether to take action?" Chen Yan nodded in understanding.

"No." John said with a chuckle, "I'm thinking about how to let him die quickly."

"Okay, pretend I didn't ask." Chen Yan rolled his eyes helplessly.

"During my days as a killer, I met Helen... She was beautiful, my best friend, and my best lover." John took out an old photo from the lining of his suit. On top, A beautiful woman, "She told me what love is and also told me that I can have a better life."

"Actually, I'm curious. If Vigo hadn't wanted you, would you have come after him?" Chen Yan asked casually.

"Viggo will definitely want me." John sighed softly, "Are you curious why I keep chasing him?"

"Indeed." Chen Yan nodded, "If his son killed your dog, burned your house, and robbed your car, I guess you could hunt his son down until the end of time. But this time, I feel Vigo is just looking for death."

"It's normal that you don't understand." John shook his head slightly and said. "Actually, I already knew that Helen was killed by the High Table."

"Vigo is also one of the participants."

Chen Yan's movement to put out the cigarette stopped for a moment. He raised his head in shock and looked at John.

"W...T...F...?!"