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

"Mr. Blood Dragon, are you out?"

Looking at Santino who rolled his eyes and fainted, Chen Yan stuffed the dwarf saber into the system space and used a marker to draw black-rimmed glasses on Santino's face. However, the pilot's urgent voice sounded in the earphones. , Chen Yan couldn't help but be stunned.

"The target has been intercepted and we are preparing to evacuate. What happened?" Chen Yan frowned.

"I was discovered by them! They contacted Mr. Santino but there was no response. They have become suspicious!" The pilot's voice was very urgent. "I told them that I had to go to the toilet before I had a chance to talk to you. Now the top floor is closed. It’s not safe anymore, you need to find a way out of here!”

"Actually, I was about to do this, but my driver was caught." Chen Yan shrugged helplessly, "So, where are you now?"

"You don't need to worry about me, Mr. Blood Dragon, you just need to take Mr. Santino away." The pilot's voice was very excited, "I am Miss Gianna's die-hard loyalist, even if I die in the hands of these Bitches, I The eldest lady’s plan will not be exposed! You can..."

"Shut up." Chen Yan pulled down the curtain with a black thread, and used the flying knife that he had modified that even his own mother didn't recognize, into strips of cloth and tied them up for Santino. He opened a crack in space casually and kicked Santino in. "The target is hidden in a safe place by me. I'm going to bring you out now. Don't be so pushy."

"Gaia, take over the camera, I need this guy's specific location."

"Received the instruction and are looking for the corresponding coordinate location." Gaia's voice sounded, "The target has been found, located 9 meters from your 75 o'clock direction, in the hotel bathroom."

"Send a text message to Mr. Daredevil and ask if Mr. Winston is here."

The flying knife in Chen Yan's hand flew between his fingers. He gently opened the door and slightly poked his head in the direction of the corridor on the left. Yes, there was a slight noise, which seemed to be banging on the door. A team of living hell kings, Yoneda is not allowed to pull them clean. Is this a rhythm that forces the pilot to pinch off?

"Mr. Winston is enjoying the opera in Times Square, which is expected to end in an hour." Gaia reported to Chen Yanhui shortly after, "The Italian Mafia Camorra Gang D'Antonio family heirs meeting will be held at 18 hours 24 It starts in minutes, you have plenty of time.”

"understood."

Chen Yan smiled slightly, and the honeycomb-like patterns on his body appeared in an instant, and then disappeared out of thin air the next second.

"Hey! You've been in there for ten minutes! Did you fall into the toilet?!"

In front of the bathroom, a heavily armed military team was shouting for the pilot to come out. However, in fact, the pilot was not squatting. Instead, he was holding a pistol and hiding in a single room of the toilet, breathing heavily.

Killing is prohibited in the Continental Hotel, but if you don't shoot, your life may be in danger.

"Mr. Blood Dragon has his mission, and I... also have mine." The pilot brother murmured to himself, "There is no way I can let Mr. Blood Dragon break the rules of the Continental Hotel for me... Go to hell, I'm with you You guys fought hard!”

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Kicking open the door of the toilet room, the pilot brother screamed, raised the pistol in his hand, and was about to shoot at the door of the toilet, and then he discovered...

At the door, a dozen members of the White Armed Team were lying motionless on the ground, all their equipment stripped off.

"WTF?" The pilot brother looked around to see if there was no one, slowly put away the pistol, and stepped forward to check, "Fuck... I didn't do anything. If you are dead, don't come to me..."

"If you don't come out, I'll think you really fell into the toilet."

Chen Yan's voice sounded behind the pilot brother, startling him. When the pilot brother realized that Mr. Blood Dragon had done all this, he said with dull eyes: "It's over...it's all over." …”

"What's wrong with you? Did they smash your brain?" Chen Yan curiously waved his hand in front of the pilot brother.

"Mr. Blood Dragon... Killing is prohibited in the Continental Hotel... You have killed so many people..." The pilot brother scratched his head and said in distress, "Fuck... I am an accessory, we are dead!"

"Let me state in advance that I am a kind-hearted person and I will never kill someone if I can help it." Chen Yan smiled and made a French military salute, indicating that the pilot brother did not have any weapons in his hands. "Look, they're still breathing, they're just asleep."

The voice just fell.

"Uh...what's going on...why am I feeling dizzy..." On the ground, a member of the armed team muttered and slowly sat up. "Where did this come from..."

"Look, he's just asleep."

Chen Yan smiled and said to the pilot brother. In the next second, a light flashed in his hand. As Chen Yan quickly waved his arm, a flying knife was directly inserted into the eye socket of the armed team member. With a "Duang" sound, the man fell to the ground.

"Gudu." The pilot brother swallowed hard. He pointed at the armed team member who was bleeding on the ground and reminded him kindly. "What...Mr. Blood Dragon...you seem to have just used too much force..."

"He has probably seen God with this look..."

"No, I'm pretty sure he just fell asleep." Chen Yan quickly stepped forward to take back his throwing knife, then turned back and shrugged, "I am a kind-hearted killer, and I will never kill someone casually. When it comes to killing people, I won’t just break all the bones of someone casually, and I won’t dismember someone if they disagree with me. I’m not that kind of person, really.”

Zundu and fake toot?

No matter how fake he is.

Anyway, I did not kill anyone. What killed people was a flying knife. What the hell does it have to do with me?

"Speaking of which, the target probably didn't escape, right?" the pilot said worriedly.

"Ah, I almost forgot." Chen Yan seemed to have just remembered, and then said to the pilot with a kind face, "Well, close your eyes."

"Huh?" The pilot brother asked doubtfully, but he still closed his eyes obediently.

"Duang~"

"Well, after all, you don't want people to know your trump card, so you have to be more cautious." Chen Yan gently supported the fainted pilot and curled his lips: "What a pity for a Harrier fighter..."

With a random stroke of the flying knife in his hand, a crack in space appeared. Chen Yan, who was carrying the pilot, stepped into the crack. Then, the crack slowly closed. The members of the armed squad lying on the ground slept very peacefully, as if no one had been here.

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"I didn't expect that the 'King of the Underground' in New York would also come to see the opera."

Winston said softly while watching the adaptation of "Hamlet" being performed on the stage.

At this time, Bowery was sitting next to him. He had changed from his usual beggar-head attire and wore a straight suit. He said sarcastically: "Why, the noble Continental Hotel Manager doesn't want me to sit next to you?"

"That's not true." Winston chuckled. "I guess you won't be able to get the reward money. I just received news that Santino was caught."

"In fact, Miss Gianna has already paid the money." Bowery smiled even more crazily. "That's why I'd rather be a beggar, Winston."

"Others may make a small profit, but I..."

"Never lose money."