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

"As the executioner placed the rope around Ned Kelly's neck, his last words were... Such is life."

"this is life."

At the Continental Hotel in New York, at this moment, Winston and Charon were walking side by side. At this moment, the two of them were not the previous leaders and subordinates, but friends. Winston said this to Charon beside him as if making small talk. The Ned Kelly he talks about is a legendary thief and folk hero, known as "Australia's Robin Hood".

"Can you imagine his calmness and contempt?"

"Today will not be your death day, sir." Charon said softly. He had followed Winston to the place designated by the High Table, and in front of him was the elevator to heaven.

"I'm pretty sure about this." Winston sighed. He looked at Charon's dark face and said softly, "You have David's unwavering faith, my friend, but you Shouldn’t be here.”

"This meeting is going to be unpleasant."

"This is life, sir." Charon said calmly, "This is life."

Just like Ned Kelly in Winston's words, even if death is waiting for him ahead, he will face it calmly.

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The dusk sunlight penetrated into the room. The room was decorated luxuriously. On the table, there was a huge hourglass, which was continuously leaking sand. Charon and Winston followed the Marquis' men into the room. Opposite them, a man in clothes The gorgeous young man is looking at the scenery outside the window.

"My father once said that it is the little things that make a difference," the young man said softly. "He called this sentence the first and last rule of life."

"Do you believe in rules... Mr. Manager?"

The young man in front of him, who looked to be in his late twenties and early thirties, was the Marquis de Gramont sent by the High Table to solve the problem.

Winston was obviously stunned when he heard what the young man in front of him said, but he still said decently and politely: "Yes, I believe in the rules."

"Then, what are the consequences?" Grammont slowly turned his head and asked softly.

"Of course..." Winston looked at the young face, his lips moved slightly, and after considering his words for a moment, he spoke, "I also believe that people should have a second chance."

"Ah, we have differences on this point." Grammont smiled. He strolled down the steps and came to the hourglass on the side, watching the gravel slowly falling. "You and I have different opinions..."

“Second chances are nothing but a refuge for losers.”

"Well..." Grammont picked up the teapot nearby and brewed sweet tea. He even put the spoon for stirring sugar in his mouth and took a lick. "The High Table attributes the recent atrocities to the incompetence of the New York Continental Hotel. They believe it is the city's problem and your problem, Mr. Manager."

"After all, you represent New York, and the High Table has tolerated this shitty place for too long. Look what you and your ridiculous friendships have led to, Mr. Manager."

"The 'Blood Dragon' is still alive, the 'Night Demon' is missing, and three elders are already dead."

"Only half a month." Grammont curled his lips and blew the hot air from the tea cup. "They are really unyielding, aren't they? They even said that if the 'Blood Dragon' goes faster, the elders of the High Table will It has become a daily disposable occupation.”

Winston explained calmly: "I issued the reward, and I cooperated with the requirements of the Inquisition. If the 'Blood Dragon' comes to New York, I will be eager to shoot first."

"But he is still not dead, and now there is another 'Night Demon' who is not sure whether he has rebelled or not..." Gramont tapped his knuckles on the table, making a rhythmic tapping sound, "A bunch of idiots... Kate’s bad idea was to let the ‘Night Stalker’ deal with the ‘Blood Dragon’, and that idiot Bellada even lost the High Table’s property…”

"The blood dragon has polluted everything in this city, and the wealth of the Night Demon is no longer needed by the High Table... Regardless of whether the Night Demon chooses to rebel, both of them must die..."

"There is also the New York Continental Hotel...there is no need to keep it."

"With all due respect, Your Majesty the Marquis, my hotel..." Winston suppressed the anger in his heart and wanted to fight for it again, but...

"Your hotel?"

The Marquis of Gramont seemed to have heard something ridiculous.

"Can you allow me to say a few words? Your Majesty the Marquis." Charon was full of anxiety, but at this time, he could not lose the etiquette that the front desk of the New York Continental Hotel should have. He took a step forward and said politely.

Grammont's eyes slowly moved away from Winston and came to Charon. He seemed to be wondering who this guy in front of him was.

But he still signaled Charon to speak.

"The Continental Hotel, and its managers, mainly serve as a warning." Charon said nervously, "Remind everyone under the jurisdiction of the High Table that no one can override the rules of the High Table. "

"Yes, but something still went wrong." Grammont scratched the corners of his eyes and said disdainfully.

"Sir, 'Blood Dragon' we will find a way, but Mr. Wick..."

"I called you not because of the 'Blood Dragon', nor because of John Wick!" When Charon said John's name, Grammont showed obvious impatience, and then he looked at Winston again: " These two are just the biggest tricks you have ever made, Mr. Manager."

After Grammont finished speaking, he pointed to the hourglass on the side: "My patience is like the sand in this hourglass. There is not much left..."

Winston looked at the hourglass. At this time, there was only a little bit of sand left in the upper part of the hourglass, and as the last grain of sand fell, the ground shook.

Winston's pupils shrank.

Grammont looked back at the block in the distance, where the New York Continental Hotel is located. And the next moment, a huge cloud of smoke and dust rose up instantly.

It was dynamite, and he arranged the dynamite.

The New York Continental Hotel, which had stood in New York City for a century, was reduced to ruins in an instant.

The three people present were either indifferent, shocked, or smiling, all watching the symbol of this city come to an end.

"You no longer represent New York. Today, at this moment, Winston." Grammont slowly turned around and said indifferently, "You have been removed from the list."

Grammont strolled towards Winston, pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed the black muzzle directly at Winston. Winston looked at Grammont calmly, as if waiting for Grammont to pull the trigger.

"So I guess you don't need a concierge anymore."

Grammont changed the subject, instantly changed the muzzle of his gun, and suddenly pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Blood slowly spread on Charon's chest, and his body slowly fell down, making a muffled sound like a heavy object falling to the ground.

Grammont walked towards the door. When he reached Winston, he deliberately stopped and stared at Winston's angry eyes, and then turned away.

Winston staggered over to Charon and leaned over.

"It's an honor...to work with you..." Charon's eyes widened, he turned his head to Winston with great effort, and said softly.

"my friend……"