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

"bass."

"bass."

"bass."

Rome Continental Hotel, room 303. The sharp sound of sharpening a knife echoed in the room, and a figure was busy at the table at the moment.

Chen Yan looked at the object in his hand, thought for a moment, cut several parts again, and then assembled them.

"You have completed a finesse·engineering·forging, Azeroth engineering proficiency +10, Azeroth blacksmith proficiency +10."

A series of pictures are displayed on the blue panel in the field of vision.

Sister Ka said she didn't want to be idle and act as a system notification for Chen Yan, so she simply let the data be displayed in Chen Yan's field of vision so that Chen Yan could observe the progress of his skill proficiency. The more embarrassing thing is that Chen Yan does not have time to buy a set of forging equipment, so he can only use an engineering spray gun to improve the objects he has on hand.

For example, this flying knife in my hand.

The knives in the Continental Hotel were all of the highest quality equipment at the very least. However, after being dismantled by Chen Yan, they were basically either scrap metal or white quality materials. This time, Chen Yan improved the flying knife in his hand, which was somewhat effective.

This is a double-headed flying knife. It is more like a weird-shaped dart than a flying knife. It is just a circle larger. Chen Yan's engineering level is not high, so he cannot do it like Batboy. There are slots on the flying knife to hold things like EMP. This flying knife was changed by Chen Yan into a style similar to a batarang, but it was a whole circle bigger. At the same time, the bat-shaped ears were deliberately changed by Chen Yan Spiral pattern.

【Precision·Engineering·Forging】

[Name: Tactical Throwing Knife Mark.1 Type]

[Manufacturer: Chen Yan]

[Evaluation: This rough production technique turned out to be a fine weapon. It can be seen that the maker got lucky. 】

Ignoring Sister Ka's evaluation of this weapon, Chen Yan couldn't wait to weigh the flying knife in his hand, then aimed at the wine cabinet in the room and threw it away.

"bump!"

As expected, the wine bottle shattered on the ground, and the flying knife bounced back in a very strange arc, and was firmly caught by Chen Yan.

Well, this thing should be able to crack someone's head open easily.

Yes, it was smashed open, because the sharpness of this thing is not even as sharp as the original flying knife of the Continental Hotel.

But fortunately, this is just a development of new skills by Chen Yan. Facts have proved that [Azeroth Manufacturing Guide] can allow users to design their own drawings. As for what is made, it all depends on the design concept of the manufacturer. and manufacturing processes.

Of course, it might be better if you can get a set of professional manufacturing tools, such as the multi-functional lathe in the Batcave...

"Looks like I really have to go to that damn place in Gotham."

Chen Yan sighed and said.

"Dingling, ringing, ringing..."

The landline phone in the room rang rapidly. Chen Yan had to stand up and wave his hand. All the parts he had disassembled in the room were stuffed into the system space. Then, he picked up the phone and said, "It's me."

"Hello, Mr. Blood Dragon, your car is ready." said the other end of the phone. "Miss D'Antonio asked me to convey on her behalf that I wish you a happy hunt."

How should I put it, with a rich lady friend, I can experience the joy of being a bat boy.

Although he is a beggars version of Batboy.

"I understand." Chen Yan's lips curved upward. "Get the pilot ready."

"By the way, tell Mr. Winston in advance. I don't want to show up uninvited."

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"What do you mean, Jaina?"

In the penthouse suite, a bald old man was speaking with an ugly expression. As for why...

Because the two "bodyguards" standing behind Gianna, one is the gold medal thug of the Italian Mafia D'Antonio family and the elite killer Cassian of the Continental Hotel, and the other is the legendary killer "Night Stalker" John Wick of the Continental Hotel.

"I said, I have no right to interfere with your transfer of power. I just want to do what I should do." The bald old man said in a deep voice. At this moment, he no longer had his usual composure, even though... this was The territory of the Continental Hotel. "Your father doesn't want me to interfere. This is not something I can control..."

"My father's will is for me to be the spokesman for the Dantonio family. And now, what Santino is doing is completely provoking the family's authority. As my father's right-hand man, I think you should help Dantonio." The new speaker of the family excludes dissenters, Francesco." Gianna calmly picked up the wine glass on the table and shook the glass gently, "I specially invited John to be a witness to my coronation ceremony. I want to You should understand what this means."

"The famous 'Night Stalker' has now become a knife in the mafia family's internal fight, which surprises me." Francesco wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then slowly said, "I I understand...but Santino is also contacting me, and the promise he gave me is irresistible, Miss Gianna."

"If you are talking about the favor of the Temple Order, then I can guarantee that my brother has deceived you, Mr. Francesco." Jaina narrowed her eyes slightly and said softly, "The High Table is nothing more than a Holy Order. As an organization under the Temple Order, what do you think Santino, a non-staff member, can give you? It’s just a bluff.”

"But he does have the right to inherit, Miss Gianna. It is impossible for me to harm BOSS's children. This is not in line with my principles." Francesco shook his head, "I believe others do the same. Yes, if I do this, maybe my head won’t belong to me tomorrow.”

"Killing a family heir is tantamount to betrayal, Miss Gianna. You know the Mafia never shows mercy to traitors."

Gianna chuckled and took a sip of the red wine in the glass. Then, she leaned forward and said solemnly: "Don't worry...Francchester..."

"My brother will not come in my way from tomorrow morning."

"I promise."

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"Over in Rome, Miss Gianna met with most of the family's elders."

"Do we need to take action in advance? BOSS?"

Santino was currently wearing a nightgown, leaning lazily on the sofa, with an indifferent expression on his face: "John is still in Rome?"

"I haven't received any news that Night Demon has left. He probably hasn't left yet," the thug said.

"Then tell Ares and you're ready to take action." Santino smiled slightly, "I hope she won't disappoint me."

"Uh... BOSS."

The thug looked at the window behind Santino with some confusion, and spoke hesitantly.

"Something seems wrong."

"Ok?"

Santino frowned slightly and turned to look behind him.

Nothing at all.

"What are you talking about?"

Santino said dissatisfied.

However, when he looked at the thug, he suddenly found that the thug had disappeared on the spot.

Honeycomb-shaped black suddenly appeared, a blood-red faceplate was revealed, and a voice like a demon from hell sounded.

"Hello, Mr. Santino D'Antonio."