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

"that place……"

Miss Akiko Shimazu, who was holding Koji, whispered.

"As long as we can get there..."

"Hey, Miss Akiko, aren't you afraid of Euler, a seventeen-year-old teenager who is afraid of school violence when you say this..."

Chen Yan on the side complained helplessly.

There is an escape route at the Osaka Continental Hotel. The entrance is at the back of the corridor in the small garden, where in the original work John left the Osaka Continental Hotel and headed to Umeda Subway Station to escape from Japan.

And that aisle is also the burial place of Koji Nakashimazu, the original author.

What a coincidence, it's right in front of you.

The box garden was full of green bamboos, and the gravel-paved corridors were strewn with the corpses of many high-table killers. Just when Chen Yan and his party felt that something was wrong, they walked out of the door and bumped into a black man wearing a knitted hat. elder brother.

Trak didn't expect that he was so lucky. After avoiding the High Table "Purifier" troops, he thought that he might be able to find other ways to enter the Osaka Continental Hotel by walking around, but...

"歘!" x2

Truck and John drew their pistols almost at the same time.

"Damn it, John Wick and the infamous Blood Dragon..." Trak turned his head and looked at Chen Yan, who was helping to hold up Hao Er, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Today is really my lucky day."

"If you turn around and leave now, I might consider not sewing your mouth and your anus together." Chen Yan motioned to Akiko to pay attention to Hao Er's injuries, and slowly lowered Hao Er's arm on his shoulder. He glanced sideways at Te Lark, said softly.

"Oh oh oh, you are really as scary as the rumors say."

Trucker held up his gun and stepped forward slowly with an indifferent expression, while John immediately blocked the three people behind him. Pistol versus revolver, any misfire would cause a fight, but strangely, neither John nor Trucker pressed the trigger.

"Are you here to hunt us down?" John frowned and asked, "How much did they give you?"

"Well... not enough." Trak's right hand was still holding the gun vigilantly, while his left hand took out his flip phone from his pocket and looked at the reward order on the screen, "But it's not too much. ”

"Whoosh!"

"boom!"

A dart and a warhead shot towards John. In the distance, a High Table Killer who rushed towards everyone's position fell to the ground.

The Magnum ammunition made a bloody hole in the man's body, and the dart... well, Chen Yan seemed to have used so much force in a hurry that the man's head cracked.

"..."

"I originally wanted you to take care of yourselves while I negotiate a price or something..." Trak looked at Chen Yan's terrifying dart with a confused expression on his face, and then he put the revolver in his hand angrily and made a French gesture. Jun Li: "But now I feel that even if the price is negotiated, I won't get the money."

"You guys are busy, I have something else to do and I have to leave first."

"Want to run?" Chen Yan trotted over to the high-table killer who had been blown away by his dart. He broke off the dart embedded in his head and shook it casually, throwing it out in large pieces and smashing it into pieces. of brain. He turned his head to look at Trak, who was retreating step by step. Electronic fluctuations like a devil's grin appeared on his scarlet faceplate. "Did I let you go?"

"..." Trak stopped retreating and frowned slightly.

Chen Yan walked up to Trak with a step that he didn't recognize and shook his head. He casually threw the blood dragon dart upwards in his hand. At this time, the distance between the two was such that if Trak suddenly drew his gun, he would be able to hit Chen Yan with just a waist shot without the need to aim.

But Trak did not do this, but looked at the masked man in front of him with some confusion.

"I know who your boss is and what he wants to do." Chen Yan's synthesized voice sounded low, "Say hello to the underground king for me."

"you……"

There was a look of astonishment on Trak's face, and Chen Yan patted his shoulder, leaned close to his ear and whispered softly: "By the way, please change into a suit next time. This outfit of yours is just... Tell the world where you come from, Bowery Stalker."

"I need Mia's location, don't tell me you can't get the information."

"I don't work for nothing." Trak changed his previous unhappiness at this time, his eyes flashed and the corners of his mouth raised. "Charges."

"Oh my god, you shouldn't be black-skinned, you should be green-skinned! What's the difference between you and those goblins with money in their eyes..." Chen Yan hugged his head in an exaggerated manner, and then lowered his voice. Said, "Do as I say, and you will win the friendship of two legendary killers, a former manager of the Continental Hotel, and a rookie killer. Except for the rookie, the other three are all wealthy owners. You Think you’re underpaid? Use your brain, my friend.”

(Do you want to listen to what you are talking about? A rookie killer killed 300 elite killers in a mainland hotel, right?)

The rest of the people thought invariably in their minds.

The scarlet mask hid Chen Yan's expression, while Trak grinned happily: "Hahahaha... No wonder Mr. Bowery has such a high opinion of a little-known new face like you. .”

"Miss Mia, it's at the Paris Continental Hotel near the Sacred Heart Cathedral." When Trak finished laughing, he whispered word by word, "But I hope you won't reveal my identity so quickly next time. If I didn’t have money, I wouldn’t accept such a terrible commission..."

Sacred Heart Cathedral……

The corners of Chen Yan's mouth twitched strangely under his mask. That place was the venue for the ancient duel between John and Master Ye in the original work. It can only be said that it was a coincidence.

"Then, see you next time, the mysterious Mr. Blood Dragon."

Trak gently lowered his raised hands and whistled. A half-human wolfdog sprang out of the grass nearby, wagging its tail and followed Trak's footsteps, strolling away.

Chen Yan and his group were left alone to watch him leave.

John gently put the gun in his holster back into the holster and stepped forward quickly: "What should I say?"

"Everything is according to plan." Chen Yan looked at Trak walking away and smacked his lips, "Tsk, tsk, tsk... The hand of the Underground King is really long."

In the original book, Bowery King faked his death to escape the control of the High Table, and Trak could basically find John at any time. On the surface, he came to hunt John, but in fact he was just helping. The fact that John solved the problem, combined with Truck's simple attire, not even wearing the bulletproof suit provided by the Continental Hotel, led Chen Yan to suspect that there was a certain connection between the two.

Turns out, sure enough, Trak was the Bowery intelligence agent and killer.

In the original work, Trak did not show that he knew Mia's whereabouts, and there were changes in the plot, but for Chen Yan's plan, there is only help and no harm.

The king hiding underground has been good at calculations all his life. It seems that he already knows what he wants to do, so he will investigate Mia's whereabouts in advance and relay it to him through Trak.

"The law of victory..."

Under the dark night, Chen Yan's scarlet faceplate flashed with strange fluctuations. He turned around and tapped his head twice, and then snapped his fingers.

"It's confirmed."