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

Kasinov feels that he is in very good shape now.

Although he experienced a lot of pain and even lost part of his body, what he gained in exchange was tangible strength.

In Grammont's astonished eyes, Cassinos walked to the suite with heavy steps. He was already over two meters tall, and now he has grown a lot taller, but strangely, his weight seems to It also grew a lot, and the whole room trembled slightly as he moved around. Those who didn't know thought there was an earthquake in Paris. And when he stood still, Grammont discovered that he was different.

Below the head, there are horrifying rivets on the chest. The arms on both sides are two times thicker than ordinary people, and the same goes for the legs. The whole person looks like a smaller King Kong, and the fists even exude a metallic luster, and tm It's metal painted black. Grammont is sure that this guy can kill an elephant with one punch now, because Cassinov's fist has been upgraded to a mechanical structure. If it weren't for the shape of a fist, Grammont would have thought it was loud just from the sound it made. The regimental commander equipped Kasinov with two train steam engines.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Grammont faced Kasinov now, he would only have a 30-70 chance of winning. Grammont died in three seconds, and Kasinov, after seven days of exhaustion, just disembowelled Grammont and smashed him into a wall of mud.

"You said earlier that you wanted to avenge your BOSS." The grand leader patted Kasinov's robotic arm, his eyes full of admiration, "Maybe you will have an opportunity soon, you have to seize it."

Kasinov nodded silently. After showing off his current transformation results, he walked back to the door and walked towards the door, like an iron tower.

"So...Gramont, go meet the guests." The leader turned his head and looked at Grammont and said softly. “May the Father of Insight guide us.”

"Okay, Mr. Otto." Grammont's face could not suppress the ecstasy at this time, but he still bowed slightly and made a noble salute, "May the father of insight..."

"Guide us."

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"So, you specifically called me here just to let me do this."

Yanguo, Kyoto, Taixing Airport.

"I don't have any objections, it's just..."

"You're begging for help and you just want me to drink high crackers?!"

A shout came from the office of the instructor of the "Dragon Thorn" special warfare brigade.

Yue Xiangyu was sitting across from a middle-aged man. Hot tea was brewing in a simple disposable cheap plastic cup, but it was not good tea. People in Kyoto generally refer to this kind of tea as high broken tea, also called "high powder", also called labor protection tea. It is a kind of tea unique to Kyoto in the old days. It is actually the powdered tea leaves sifted out when tea shops are sifting tea. In the old days, it was usually called "high broken tea". Only poor working people drink this stuff.

"You also know that I don't have any good tea here. I'm not as particular as you." Yue Xiangyu said angrily, "What the hell, our relationship, you do me a small favor and you still want me to provide you with food." Liquid?"

"Old Yuan, you are also thinking too much."

"If you ask me to go to your house and ask my sister-in-law to order hot dishes, Lao Yue is better than this." Yuan Ding said helplessly, "Xiaoye's daughter has been in the hands of those foreign devils for a day or two. She should have been here long ago." I went to bring the father and daughter back, and I don’t know what you think, but now you ask me to save people, I’m almost retired!”

"One day is a dragon thorn, and a lifetime is a dragon thorn. You can't run away." Old God Yue Xiangyu took a sip of tea and glanced sideways at Yuan Ding, "Or you can let the people under you go, I don't have any objections , anyway, it’s up to you to figure out what you taught me.”

"It's time to let them go out and practice. Can a knife without blood be a good knife?" Yuan Ding rolled his eyes, "I'm just a retired old man, I don't have as much energy as those young people..."

"Then it's settled." Yue Xiangyu nodded with a smile, and then... he began to put away the teacups on the table.

"Hey! You old thing! I haven't finished drinking yet!"

"Don't you, an old fool, not drink high crackers?!"

"Drink! I drink! I rushed back from the eastern war zone in a hurry. You stinky old dog didn't even give me any hot tea..."

The two old men were making a loud noise. The two soldiers standing guard downstairs looked at each other and stood up straighter in a cold sweat. Their eyes were fixed forward, their lips pursed tightly, and they thought in unison...

I didn’t hear anything! x2

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In the center of the splendid living room is a huge long table.

A man with an Asian face was sitting on a seat at one end, with his hands crossed and holding his nose. The black-rimmed glasses on his face reflected the light, as if he was deep in thought.

Grammont was obviously taken aback when he saw the person coming, but he quickly returned to his usual elegance and pride. He strolled up to the person, sat down slowly, and signaled his men to serve the wine with a snap. Then, he looked at the “distinguished guest”:

"I wonder what the famous Lord Tianwen does to come to my place."

"...I am here on behalf of the Yan Kingdom." The man straightened up slowly, with a pair of indifferent eyes under his glasses, "We condemn the High Table Council's groundless accusations against the people of the Yan Kingdom."

"Unfortunately, the Continental Hotel in New York that accused Yan Guo has been destroyed, and the former manager Winston is now missing." Gramont smiled and took the red wine handed to him by his subordinates, and said casually, "I don't think Yan Guo needs it. This is the way to go."

"This has damaged our reputation. The dignity of the people of the Yan Kingdom cannot be violated." Qin Zheng rapped his knuckles on the table, his face as cold as ice, "No matter whether you are from the Yan Kingdom or not, no matter whether you really exist or not. Those who violate the rules should be judged by the people of the Yan Kingdom themselves, not you who decide life and death."

"You are being unreasonable, Mr. Qin." Grammont said with an ugly face. "If you violate the rules of the High Table, the judges appointed by the High Table will make the decision. This is the rule of the High Table and has not changed for a hundred years..."

"The rules of the High Table..." Qin Zheng stood up calmly and adjusted his suit. "In the eyes of the people of Yan country, it is meaningless."

The next second, Grammont raised his head in shock.

In just one second, Qin Zheng appeared in front of Grammont, and he held a pistol in his hand. The muzzle of the pistol was pressed against Gramont's forehead, and Qin Zheng looked at Gramont as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Snapped!"

For no reason, Qin Zheng pressed the trigger.

Unfortunately, nothing happened, because there was no bullet in Qin Zheng's gun, but Grammont was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

"We people from the Yan Kingdom have always convinced others with virtue. We were just joking with you just now, His Excellency the Marquis de Gramont."

Qin Zheng suddenly laughed, his smile was very charming. He put away the pistol without the magazine, gently straightened Grammont's upper body as he fell backward, and even tidied Grammont's collar thoughtfully. "I just want to ease the awkward atmosphere. I hope you won't be angry because of my little joke."

"So……"

Seeing that Grammont was still in shock, Qin Zheng swayed back to his seat with that charming smile on his face and sat down slowly.

"I think now we can sit down and have a good talk..."

"What do you think?"