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

"You're still such a stinker after all these years, Lao Nige."

Winston said coldly.

"You still show off after all these years, you damn guy."

Bowery rolled his eyes under his sunglasses.

The two of them have never fought against each other since they took office. After all, one is the New York representative designated by the High Table, and the other is the underground king of New York. Their relationship is more like rivals than bad friends.

"So, is there anything I can do to help you, Your Majesty?"

Winston said angrily, and he even stood up and made a standard aristocratic gesture. Bowery accepted it with a smile on his face and nodded slightly to express his displeasure.

"Old Biden." x2

The two thousand-year-old foxes both complained in their hearts at this time.

"I'm here to inform you of something." Bowery put away his inappropriate playful thoughts at this time and said with a serious face. "My people have found John Wick."

"Of course, one good news and one bad news, which one do you want to hear?"

As Bowery spoke, he sat down on the single sofa beside him and stretched out his two fists, as if he was holding two pieces of information waiting for Winston to choose.

"Can't you just say it..." Winston said helplessly, "It's bad news. Anyway, it can't be worse than now."

"Oh no, I thought you would want to hear good news." Bowery bared his big teeth and laughed. He liked to see Winston's deflated look. Although he was not much better now, the two of them were now They are all people that the Continental Hotel is tracking, "I am the king of this underground world. I can tell you whatever news I want to tell you first. You don't really think I'm letting you pick, do you?"

"The good news is that John and the Blood Dragon have gone to Japan now. They should be looking for Koji. The Osaka Continental Hotel should be able to buy them some time." Seeing that the old Bidden in front of him was about to get angry, Bowery curled his lips. He said with an indifferent expression, "The bad news is that our respected Lord Marquis de Gramont has awakened another god of death, and he has just left for Japan on a special plane arranged by the High Table."

"You mean..." Winston said with some surprise on his face.

"What do you think? There are not many killers in this world who are qualified to face the 'Night Stalker'..." Bowery King said bitterly, "I saw him with my own eyes using a guide stick in Japan. He beat up three strong men in a bar, but he was still shouting "I'm going to beat him ten times". As a result, even Hao Er who came to break up the fight was beaten up..."

"Yes, you are right, he is the killer who also comes from the Yan Kingdom and is a well-known killing god under the Triad."

"Kane Maja Faq Yip!"

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Japan, Osaka, is a lively urban area eighty-nine kilometers away from Sotenbori.

In Japan in 2014, the Tojo Club in Kanto and the Omi Alliance in Kansai are still playing the house game of "East-West War", but only in the urban area of ​​Osaka not far from Sotenbori, a huge hotel is Yaya. The only place where the Kuzas dare not make mistakes.

It is said that the dark world where the owner lives is dozens of times darker than the life of these Yakuzas. Filling Tokyo Bay with cement is just a child's play to him. No Yakuza dared to make trouble there, even the leaders of the two largest Yakuza gangs in Kanto and Kansai did not dare to go there alone.

The neon lights in Osaka Castle are shining, and it looks like a modern big city. It is one of the few cities in this island country that shines with a developed atmosphere. Sotenbori is just a small neighborhood in Osaka, and the Yakuza are fighting for it. Territory is as boring to the real mafia as a bunch of wild dogs fighting for territory. Feasting, feasting and decadence are the keywords here. Entertainment facilities, various dining, shopping and even scenic places can be seen everywhere throughout Osaka. Under the dark night, Osaka seems to be twinkling with countless stars, making travelers and domestic animals feel peaceful.

But the hunters in the darkness have actually been monitoring this place.

An African-American tourist wearing a knitted hat was admiring the scenery along the street, followed by a wolfdog. He was carrying a large bag and looking around casually, with the target being the hotel not far away.

Known as the "Japanese Dark Nest", Osaka Continental Hotel.

Even though this represents the darkest place in Japan, there are still many pedestrians coming and going, and the African-American tourists know that their status is extraordinary.

Killer, it should be pronounced Kuroshia in Japanese. Most of the people who can stay here are registered killers of the Continental Hotel under the rules of the High Table.

And coincidentally, he himself is one of them.

The target this time is called "John Wick". Bro Xie, do you know how scary this guy is? He used only a pencil to kill three strong men in the bar!

Only one, damn pencil!

It’s scary to think about it, isn’t it? However, he also seems to be a dog lover, which makes the African-American guy feel a little pity. After all, he has similar hobbies and he really doesn't want to face off against the famous "Night Stalker".

But there is no way, he wants too much.

His name is Tracker, and as his name suggests, he is a tracker. He prefers to take private jobs compared to those guys who take public jobs at the Continental Hotel.

If there is no private life, then create a private life.

What a coincidence, the guys at the Continental Hotel have been very tired recently, because a certain killer from the Yan Kingdom killed more than 300 registered killers in New York, and even killed several elders of the High Table. Elder The change of leadership can hardly keep up with his killing speed. It is really terrible.

He was not prepared to provoke this kind of murderous maniac. After all, the guy might have a brain problem and there was no need for him to fight against the madman. But the famous "Night Devil" can really try it himself.

There was no way, the base price given by the noble Marquis de Gramont was too much.

With random thoughts, Trak walked into the lobby on the first floor of the Osaka Continental Hotel. Compared to the slightly narrower lobby in New York, the Osaka side was obviously more modern and luxurious, and it was really big.

Trak walked to the front desk skillfully. The young lady at the front desk was a standard Japanese beauty, just wearing makeup... too Japanese aesthetic, she looked very thin, and her eyes were very narrow, although it conforms to the European and American stereotypes...

"Welcome to Osaka Continental Hotel, how may I help you?"

The young lady at the front desk had a professional smile on her face and spoke a standard English with no Japanese accent at all. She looked at Trak. Trak skillfully took out a universal gold coin and slapped it on the table: "Yes. Yes, I need a room."

The lady at the front desk politely put away the gold coins on the table, then glanced at the wolfdog sitting obediently beside her, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, animals are not allowed in this hotel..."

"Emotional support animal," Trak said expressionlessly.

"She's your emotional support animal?" the lady at the front desk asked in surprise, her eyes widening.

"No, that's the opposite." Trak showed a smile, looked at his dog, squatted down and petted the dog affectionately, while the dog stuck out its tongue with an expression of enjoyment, "I am hers Emotional support animals, right?”

The young lady at the front desk showed a helpless expression, and then she could only speak in a warning tone: "She can only be in your room."

Afterwards, the two of them smiled knowingly, and Trak grabbed the room card handed over by the lady at the front desk, held the room card in his mouth and left. At this moment, he looked more like an animal than his beloved pet.

"I hope you enjoyed your stay, sir."

Behind him came the helpless and playful greeting from the young lady at the front desk, and Trak left on his own. And just above his head, in the corridor on the third floor of the hotel, a majestic man wearing a traditional Japanese kimono was nodding to the thugs who bowed to him.

That person is now the talker of Osaka Continental Hotel and the hotel manager, Shimazu Koji.

What's even more interesting is that the lady at the front desk who just received Trak is the daughter of the manager, Mr. Koji.

Akiko Shimazu.