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

Dark, extremely dark.

A small boat made a small roar and sailed in the confluence of sewers.

"I told you earlier not to get involved in these nonsense, but unexpectedly, I got involved myself."

Winston glanced at John beside him and said angrily.

"After tonight, everything will be over." John's eyes stayed on the darkness in front of him. He sighed softly and said with some emotion.

"When I was burying Charon, I was struggling with what to write as his epitaph."

Winston said, seeming to be remembering someone, while Bowery on the side rolled his eyes silently.

Haha, your concierge only has ten chicken drumsticks to eat and drink at my place.

Old Biden.

“How can one sum up a person’s life in one simple sentence?”

"Long live my king!" Hearing Winston's exclamation, Bowery laughed and shouted, then looked back at the blank-faced people and said with a chuckle, "I have already thought about what to put on my tombstone. What did you write?"

"Oh, you are so humble." Winston gave Bowery a silent glance at the man driving the boat.

"This is called foresight." Bowery said leisurely.

Hao Er leaned on his seat, closed his eyes and meditated, and faintly recited in Japanese: "Drain all the rice, grain and water in the world, exhaust all the tribulations to welcome Nirvana..."

This time it was the rest's turn to fall into damn silence.

Hao Er slowly opened his eyes and said innocently: "Don't you know my ancestor's death poem?"

"..."

Everyone on the boat fell into a deathly silence.

"What was the last thing you wrote to Charon?" John asked softly, looking at the sparkling water.

"Friend." Winston said with a smile. This was not a joke. This was the word written on the tombstone he pretended to be for Charon. "That's his most outstanding trait."

"Loyal friend." John nodded in agreement.

The boat slowly stopped, and next to it was another rusty iron door. Behind that iron door was the staircase leading to the seventh area.

"For the sake of all of us, please don't be late."

Winston watched John and Koji get up and leave the boat.

Hao Er walked to the iron gate first and began to try to open the door. But John just took two steps, slowly turned back and said softly:

"My beloved husband."

"Huh?" Winston and Bowery raised their heads and looked at John in astonishment. "What?"

"Engrave this sentence on my tombstone." John turned and left, leaving only a sentence that drifted in the wind.

"In heaven we will meet again."

"John, my beloved husband."

These words were Helen's last words to him.

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"If you were to face death, what would your epitaph be?"

"What do you think?"

"Let me think about it..."

"The legend of the killer world, the legendary night devil rests here?"

"I think it's a bit exaggerated."

"It would be nice not to carve anything."

"You have to leave something like that, right?"

"emmm..."

"Maybe, but now is not the time."

That night, the conversation between the Blood Dragon and the Night Demon was still fresh in John's memory. (Chapter 228 original text)

Now, he has thought about his epitaph.

The owner of the name "John Wick" is destined not to live. It might be better to have this sentence engraved on the tombstone.

But what does John Wick’s death have to do with Jonathan Jovonovich?

The name is just a code name.

There has to be someone alive to remember something, right?

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The rusty iron door was pushed open with difficulty.

John adjusted the straps on his shoulders to a comfortable position, and Hao Er's right hand holding the "Dragon Bird" compound bow shook violently, and the bow arms unfolded in response.

The two looked at each other and stepped onto the cramped and narrow stairs. John's deep eyes gradually appeared as they walked out of the stairs.

To the surface.

With bright lights and bustling traffic, the city seemed to have come alive again because of the previous radio broadcast. Koji followed John and turned to look behind him.

There, is the Eiffel Tower illuminated by lights.

The two looked at each other, and Hao Er took the lead in drawing the bow and setting an arrow. A bundle of ropes was connected to the arrow.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow penetrated the wall above. Hao Er nodded slightly, pulled the rope and rushed towards the top of the building.

He wanted to take the high ground and scout out the situation for John.

John also stopped and looked in the direction of the Eiffel Tower, and then walked forward without looking back. This time, he did not deliberately hide his figure, but just walked on the street in a swaggering manner. Standing, his left hand swings naturally, and his right hand... rests on the pistol grip at his waist.

When the night devil comes out of his cage, he will not reject anyone who comes, and he will kill as many as he comes.

Assassination?

Is that necessary?

At the edge of the street, countless eyes lurked in the darkness, locking eyes on John's black suit almost as soon as he appeared...

In the High Desk Office in the Eiffel Tower, on the huge map of Paris, a staff member posted John's face on the location of the 7th arrondissement. Then, he picked up the landline next to him and whispered: "Confirmed."

In a broadcast room not far away, an African-American female announcer approached the microphone and spoke in a magnetic voice:

"Good news, musicians."

"Our men in black were seen in District 7."

On the street, the dormant High Table Killers were not anxious to find trouble with John, but quietly watched John pass in front of them. No one noticed that at the top of the residential building next to them, a black shadow shuttled between the roofs. In the shadow, arrows were fired one after another, and even the afterimage could not be seen. Every arrow shot would hit the person. The head of a lurking High Table assassin, nailed to the wall.

The special soft-soled leather boots have an extra special texture, which minimizes the sound of Hao Er's walking. He follows the speed of John below, quickly and powerfully solving the enemies on the way.

"Pfft."

The steel arrow was pulled out violently. Hao Er silently shook off the blood on the arrow. Then, he wiped the arrow clean with the cloth from the corpse. He only had 20 arrows. Fortunately, the advantage of bows and arrows is that they can be used at any time. Arrows can be recovered.

He raised his head slightly and smiled slightly on his face covered by the hood.

Extremely bloodthirsty.

"We should let him see blood."

The radio announcer said softly.

"Ugh……"

John was walking on the street, feeling the strange movement behind him. He turned his head slightly and looked back, sighing slightly.

In the open-air booths of restaurants on the street, the guests got up one after another. The killers at the high table had just enjoyed their dinner. The radio station changed the disc, and the sound became more and more exciting. Surrounding John was a killer named Gao Zuo, who surrounded his position from all directions, with a series of deadly weapons in his hands.

Perhaps having more people gives them courage, but too much courage makes them reckless.

what a pity.

They did have weapons to kill, but they forgot one crucial thing.

What they have to face is the killing itself.