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

In the man-made forest not far from the square, Hao Er leaned against a big tree, watching the memorable fist bump between Ye Ken and John, chuckled and shook his head.

A nostalgic scene.

"Perhaps I should say hello, but we don't have much time, Shimazu-san."

Hao Er did not look at the person coming. He heard footsteps in the distance as early as three minutes ago. The "Torasu Pill" beside him was not unsheathed and was being held gently. Of the two people, one of them had obviously heavier footsteps and a larger weight difference. Neither of the two people suppressed their footsteps, and they had no murderous intent.

When one of them spoke, Hao Er lowered his head slightly and said calmly: "Mr. Winston... long time no see."

"It seems that both you and John have changed their equipment." Bowery looked at the brand-new equipment on Hao Er and John who was walking towards here in the distance and was full of firearms. He said with some regret, "I am Got some good stuff for John.”

"Next time." John came to the crowd and said in a low voice. "So, Winston, why are you here?"

"My old friend is about to go to war, and I will always come to see him off." Winston responded with a wry smile, "People from the Yan Kingdom are very down-to-earth, and I may not be able to get this thing even if I am not removed from the list."

"Kane just informed me of something. He needs to go to District 7 to make some preparations now." John said in a deep voice. He looked at Bowery King who was smiling evilly at the side and said sincerely, "I don't know. Can you help send Koji and I to the location closest to the church?"

"..."

Bowery and Winston looked at each other, and then they both sighed and made exaggerated gestures on their chests, shoulders, and foreheads.

John frowned.

"……Amen?"

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In the evening, the streets of Paris are still extremely quiet.

The radio station in the city was playing melodious music. In the center of the Eiffel Tower, countless accountant-like staff were counting and transporting information. In the small private room above, Grammont looked at the huge sand table in front of him with a gloomy expression.

That's a three-dimensional map of the entire Paris city.

The Sacred Heart Cathedral is located near the Eighth District, and the manpower he has arranged has spread throughout Paris.

Even a mosquito can't escape from here!

"Zizzizi..."

The radio station nearby made a busy tone, and then fast-paced rock music played.

"All right……"

"Attention Parisian musicians."

In the noisy streets, dark alleys, and deep slums, countless "crowds" listening to the radio raised their heads and looked towards the radio that issued the order.

"Wanderers who prick up their ears..."

"My loyal, knowledgeable street music listeners."

The sound of the radio was slowly turned up by the residents of the dark world.

"Tonight is your chance to create."

The car door slowly closed.

The eyes in the darkness looked at each other.

"Click..."

The flame suddenly shot up, lighting the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, and sparks appeared.

"A mysterious fan... asked me to pass on a special request."

Grammont's gloomy gaze followed his head that slowly turned back, looking towards the radio that sent out the message. A cruel smile appeared on his face.

Then, the smile disappeared and he turned to stare at the huge sand table in front of him.

"There seems to be something troublesome going on in our little piece of paradise."

"An evil man from New York wants to directly destroy our sacred place."

In the sewer, John and Koji followed Bowery's footsteps. Winston looked up at the corner in the sewer where the sound came from, while Bowery looked back at John and Koji, grinning widely.

Hey, Lord Night Demon, the radio is talking about you!

John's face still had that paralyzed expression, as if the "evil man" mentioned on the radio had nothing to do with him, John Wick.

"That's what we're announcing."

"Please show no mercy to this man in black."

Outside the western restaurant on the street, Ye Ken picked up the wine glass on the table, smelled the red wine in the glass, and then showed a disgusted expression.

"Find this person before dawn and come to me to claim the prize."

With his dark hand, he turned up the volume of the radio in the car. Trak frowned slightly, and then looked at the traffic in the distance that gradually began to merge into the main road.

"This best-selling golden song perfectly matches the scenery of this pursuit..."

"this is for you."

"Respectfully, Mr. Wick."

Press the play button gently, and the unique sound quality of vinyl records will be transmitted to every corner of Paris through professional broadcasting equipment.

"Also, please remember..."

"It's hard for you to fly."

(Recommended BGM: Nowhere to run--John Wick: chapter 4 (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack))

In the darkness, countless hands picked up their own weapons nearby, and the sound of bullets being loaded echoed with the rock music playing on the radio.

The cigarette butts fell to the ground, the car doors were closed tightly, white smoke emitted from the burnt tires, and the roar of the engine resounded throughout Paris.

"Crack!"

A shotgun was stuffed into the magazine. In the darkness, a man held a shotgun and fiercely pressed the trigger towards the suit in the distance. The concentrated flame instantly ignited the suit. The man looked at his companion and smiled sinisterly.

On the table next to it, there is a whole box of these special shotguns, written on it, Dragon Breath.

"Listen to WUXIA radio, entertainment and information, this station has everything you need."

"I wish everyone a successful hunt."

"Squeak~"

The rusty iron door was opened with difficulty, and strange symbols were spray-painted on it. Bowery led John and his group to a confluence of sewers, stood next to the boat in the water, and gracefully leaned over slightly to make a "please" gesture.

"The pursuit has begun." Winston said with emotion, "Gramont, the High Table... these guys may not know what kind of existence they have provoked."

"When John Wick is no longer a happy husband and no longer has an ordinary life, only John Wick himself is left, a killer..."

"Then, this killer will kill them all."

Everyone got on the boat. Bowery King slowly started the engine of the boat and drove slowly towards the dark front along the confluence of sewers. Bowery bared his big teeth and said quietly: "Ha, happy hunting. , are you wishing those guys who don’t know whether to live or die?”

"I don't know who is the hunter and who is the prey..."

Hao Er looked at John beside him with a smile and said nothing.

And John, holding the pistol in his hand tightly, the matte gun body looked like a black mamba snake.

There was an undercurrent surging in the city, and high up in Paris, two dots of bright spots were overlooking the entire city, very inconspicuous.

It’s only when you get closer that you realize…

Those are the muzzles of two black holes.

The curtain is raised, the lights are in place, and the actors are on stage...

The show is about to begin.