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

When the killer at the Continental Hotel received the news and went to the scene of the incident, only corpses were left on the scene. His methods were so cruel that countless killers who were used to seeing life and death felt sick to their stomachs.

I don’t know the origin of this “Blood Dragon” with a bounty on my head. After identification, the corpses at the scene were confirmed to be from the Japanese ninja faction. Their samurai swords and ribs were accurately inserted into their throats and hearts, and they were placed on the roof of the building. made a huge "international goodwill gesture".

"Blood Dragon" is provoking the Continental Hotel.

And our instigator has already left that high-rise building. At this moment, he is using a grapple gun to shuttle through the streets of New York like a certain good neighbor Peter Parker, exclaiming from time to time. At this time, Chen Yan always felt that he was experiencing the happiness of the Frye siblings in "Assassin's Creed: Syndicate", but it was just the 2023 version.

When I got tired of playing, I observed the city from the top of the Empire State Building. I can only say that Chen Yan has realized the joy that Teacher Ba had at the time. He can also understand why the superheroes in American comics always like to overlook the city from high places, because standing When you're there, you feel like the whole city is at your feet.

If Chen Yan hadn't been unprepared, he even wanted to plant the flag belonging to the Yan Kingdom on the tallest building in New York, but unfortunately he couldn't.

Mr. Night Demon said that he would come to help, but to be honest, Chen Yan did not want him to come. After all, what he wanted was to completely change the storyline of the "Quick" series, and to do this, "Night Demon" John ·Wick would be better off staying in Rome, and maybe he can get a job as a gold medal guardian of the Camorra Gang, with a daily salary of tens of thousands of dollars.

But Chen Yan underestimated John's determination.

Our Lord Daredevil got on an express flight with the help of the current spokesperson of the Dantonio family of the Camorra Gang. As soon as he arrived in New York, he headed to Bowery Street without stopping.

The street was full of fishy stench, mixed with the smell of excrement and fermented garbage. John, who was wearing a black suit, frowned, not because of the unpleasant smell on the street, but...

"John Maja Faraker Wake."

The fat black man in front of him was baring his teeth and spoke word by word. Surrounding him are a group of beggars, or rather... an army of well-trained homeless people. Each homeless man was more or less equipped with arms. The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the ground and could be raised at any time, but it was estimated that no one in the group would dare to raise a gun.

Bowery Street, in full force.

Just because of one person.

"The famous night devil Babayaga actually came to Bowery Street."

"Bowery King..." John still had that dead face of bitterness and hatred. He whispered the name of the fat black man in front of him, and then slowly spoke. "Where is he?"

"If you are talking about Mr. Winston, he has just returned to the Continental Hotel in New York. The Inquisitor is here. You probably have to wait until he has entertained the envoys from the High Table before you can have a long talk with him, man." Bowery. He took the cigar handed to him by the homeless man next to him and took a nice sip.

"You know who I'm talking about." John didn't buy it and said expressionlessly. "Where is he?"

"..."

Bowery also put away his fake smile at this time. He waved his hand to indicate to the homeless people what they should do. Then, he looked at John and turned around to leave.

John naturally knew what this mysterious underground king was thinking, and he followed Bowery's footsteps very naturally. The two of them turned around and came to a house under a bridge. Different from the dilapidated place outside, this place is as clean and tidy as if the floor has just been waxed. A knowledgeable person can tell at first glance that both the furniture and decoration are very luxurious.

It almost feels like a billionaire living in a slum.

In John's slightly surprised eyes, Bowery took off his tattered coat, revealing the high-end suit under the coat. He casually hung his coat on the hanger next to his desk, sat down on the boss's chair, crossed his arms, and looked up at John: "You know, you are causing trouble, Mr. Wick."

"Tell me where he is." John didn't buy it, but said coldly.

"Maybe you don't remember me, Mr. Wick. In fact, we have met a long time ago." Bowery showed a smile, and he slowly turned his head, showing a long and narrow scar on the right side of his neck, " At that time, I was just a nobody, a pawn in the hands of the big shot... But when we met, it was you who gave me this gift, Mr. Wick, the gift that made me a king."

"..." John frowned, as if he was remembering something.

The underground king of Bowery Street is one of the few forces under the Continental Hotel that basically remains neutral. This is why John told Chen Yan that he could take refuge here. But he has never been here, and he doesn't know that the mysterious "King of the Underground" Bowery King may be the "legacy" left behind by his previous mission.

"You may not remember...but I remember it very clearly." Bowery seemed to be observing John's reaction, and the smile on his face did not diminish, "I was in an alley at that time...I didn't notice your arrival at all. , I didn’t even notice you were approaching me..."

Bowery opened the collar of his suit even wider. The scars were so horrifying that it was hard to imagine how Bowery survived with such injuries.

"You gave me this 'gift', the 'gift' from the Night Demon... and also gave me a choice." Bowery slowly closed his collar and said softly: "I shot you in the back and then tragically If you want to die, you should press the wound and live on."

"Look, I survived, and thanks to you, no one can come up behind me quietly."

"..."

John looked at Bowery with complicated eyes.

Bowery didn't just want to reminisce, he wanted to tell John that he was the only one who could survive under the hands of the "Night Stalker". And this abnormally tenacious will to survive also enables Bowery to treat every choice with a long-term perspective.

Now he is no longer the unknown person he was before. Now he has the right to choose. He could choose not to help John, and if he chose to help, then...it meant that he was also on the opposite side of the Continental Hotel.

To tell a joke, the boss of the Continental Hotel, the largest intelligence organization under Gao Desk, is a young man.

No one would believe this kind of thing, but...

"Now I see everything and know everything..." Bowery slowly stood up and buttoned up his suit jacket, "To be honest, Mr. Wick, I knew you would come to me from the beginning, but I didn't expect to meet like this..."

"If you had come to me a few days earlier, I could have pretended to be a magician and talked about a bunch of bullshit, and then tell you what you think. You want to kill Santino Dantonio at all costs, and I have the ability to help you."

Bowery turned around, poured himself a glass of wine, and said softly.

"But now, you came to me because of that 'variable', that mysterious Yan Kingdom killer 'No. 6'."

"He helped you bear the killings that should have been borne by you. He was a variable in the High Table's plan. Because of his appearance, Santino's life was worthless and the High Table could not carry out their plan,' The Night Stalker escaped from the control of their plan, and that 'No. 150' has now caused the deaths of nearly professional killers at the Continental Hotel. His killing efficiency is no worse than you, Mr. Wick."

Bowery took a big sip of wine into his mouth, and then said softly.

"Now, even the killer circle at the Continental Hotel has given that 'No. 6' a nickname."

"'Slaughter Dragon', or...'Blood Dragon'."