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

"It seems that I may not be suitable for retirement." John said with twitching lips after hearing Chen Yan's words. "However, I have read some books before. It said that once the future is known, the future will become uncertain. Is it okay if you tell me directly?"

"It doesn't matter, because even if we know the future, John Wick will always be John Wick. Some things are destined to happen. It's just a matter of time." Chen Yan shook his head, "Perhaps, even if he faces the fate of being destroyed, You won’t give up either.”

"If you were to face death, what would your epitaph be?"

"What do you think?" John looked up at Chen Yan and did not resist the topic.

"Let me think about it..." Chen Yan scratched his chin in thought, "The legend of the killer world, the legendary night devil sleeps here?"

"I think it's a bit exaggerated." John shook his head, "I think it would be nice not to carve anything."

"You have to leave something behind, right?" Chen Yan said helplessly.

"Emmm..." John thought for a moment and said, "Maybe, but now is not the time."

"Indeed." Chen Yan nodded, and then smoked a cigar in silence.

The two looked at each other in silence.

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"Miss Perkins broke into Mr. John's room, but there was no movement in room 818, and Mr. John did not call room service."

Continental Hotel, New York, Manager's Office.

Charon reported to Winston softly, and Winston sipped the wine in his glass and said slowly: "For Perkins, this is something that cannot be refused."

"After all, committing an offense in the Continental Hotel will result in death, and refusing to repay the blood debt of the Dantonio family will result in death as well."

"And the person she wants to murder is none other than Jonathan..."

Charon still had the same smile on his face and listened quietly.

Winston raised his eyes and looked at Charon: "It seems that Mr. Santino is still a little anxious, Charon."

"No matter what happens, it's not surprising, Mr. Manager." Charon's smile remained unchanged, "After all, Mr. Santino has been coveting his father's high table seat for a long time."

"This matter will definitely not end so easily, Charon..." Winston looked out the window, a flash of worry in his eyes, "Change will always be accompanied by bloodshed."

"Some time ago, when my nephew was talking to me on the phone, he told me that he had learned a motto from the Yan Kingdom." Charon also looked out the window with an indifferent expression, "Everyone is destined to die. It may be lighter than a feather, or heavier than a feather." Tarzan.”

"Yes... everyone can die, why can't we die?" Winston said softly, "But... if that day comes, I will miss you, Charon."

Under the night, the faint moonlight shines.

Marcus put down the sniper rifle in his hand, smiled, and left quietly.

In Room 818, Chen Yan clinked glasses with John, with Perkins in a coma beside him.

Charon returned to the front desk and continued his work, while Winston looked at the scenery outside the window wordlessly.

Everyone, wait for the dawn.

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Melodious piano music echoed in the room.

Santino Dantonio was quietly listening to beautiful music.

"Sir, John Wick is here."

The thug on the side seemed to have received the voice message, and then he spoke to Santino.

Santino's knuckles that were tapping slowly along with the music froze, and he said with some uncertainty: "What?"

"John Wick is here, sir." The thug said nervously.

"..."

A fake smile appeared on Santino's face: "My old friend is here, why are you reporting to me here? Why don't you invite him in?"

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hours ago.

"Santino Dantonio, do you remember this name?"

Chen Yan said in a deep voice.

"You mean..." John raised his eyes and looked at Chen Yan.

"Blood contract." Chen Yan raised the silver plate in his hand, "As far as I know, the patriarch of the Dantonio family passed away, and his sister was the successor."

"Gianna Dantonio... is he crazy?" John frowned.

"He used the blood contract to make Perkins come to trouble you. Maybe he also wanted to remind you that he also has your blood in his hands."

Chen Yan looked at the silver plate in his hand and said softly.

"It's a naked conspiracy. First, he uses a blood contract to force you to work for him and kill his biological sister. Then he can legitimately inherit his father's seat. Then he uses the rights of the seat to use all his strength to eliminate him in the name of revenge. Drop you..."

"In a gangster family, family ties are worthless in the face of the desire for power."

"..."

John was silent, with anger gradually burning in his eyes.

"If my guess is correct, perhaps Mr. Santino was one of the masterminds who killed Ms. Helen, right?"

Chen Yan looked at John's reaction and said softly.

"I know history, so I've always been curious, why is it such a coincidence?"

"Not long after Vigo died, Santino approached you, who was just about to call it quits, to complete a commission that sounded outrageous."

"The trees are still but the wind is not stopping, it seems that no one wants John Wick to be a retired old man... When you told me the cause of Ms. Helen's death, I was wondering if all these are related. "

"..."

John's head slowly raised, and he suppressed his anger and said, "Let's go."

"Huh?" Chen Yan was confused by John's sudden words. "Where to go?"

"I think it's necessary for me to have a good 'talk' with Santino."

John stood up and holstered his pistol.

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"John, long time no see. Nice to meet you."

Santino put on a fake smile and held out his right hand.

"Me too." John held Santino's hand with his indifferent face, "Me too, Santino."

"I heard about your wife...and I'm sorry about that, John."

Santino said with an unchanging expression, as if it was just a visit from an old friend.

"So, why did you suddenly think of coming to my place?"

"I think you may need my help..." John took out Perkins' blood contract from his arms and handed it to Santino, "Perkins has received a commission and is here to kill me."

"So...she was killed by you?" Santino looked at the silver plate but did not take it.

"No, I just found this, and I happened to remember that you also have my blood on your hands." John put the silver plate away and looked into Santino's eyes, "I just happened to hear that the D'Antonio family wanted to exchange words. It’s a personal matter, but the choice is Gianna..."

"Don't be stupid... You don't think I would ask someone to kill my own sister, do you?" Santino couldn't hold himself any longer. "That's my favorite sister!"

It would be okay if he took the initiative to bring this matter up to John. This was the first time he had ever seen a legendary killer come to his home and ask, "Do you want to kill your sister or not? I will kill her for you as long as you open the mouth of Chrysostom." Outrageous situation.

He didn't know that this timeline had already been disrupted by Chen Yan. He is like a catalyst that forcibly promotes the rapid development of the plot, so that...

"Hmm." John nodded noncommittally, "So?"

"Do you need my help, Santino?"