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

"Traffic update."

"The Black Gang failed, and no one survived the Arc de Triomphe."

Grammont leaned against the huge sand table and said nothing. His eyes were terrifyingly calm, just looking at the radio that was still making sound.

"Our guests are still on the run."

"He's headed for you, District 8 listeners."

In the High Table office inside the Eiffel Tower, on the huge map, John's head was moved to a domed palace-style icon near it.

District 8...

Right next to the Sacré-Coeur Cathedral.

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"Huh...huh..."

Haoji clutched the wound on his side, breathing heavily, with a worried expression under his furrowed brows.

Still... getting old...

Even though he was wearing Yanguo's cutting-edge technological products, it could not stop the .44 Magnum bullet from being fired at close range.

The instigator had already been split in two by the "Toraju Maru", but the severe penetrating injury still made Koji feel dizzy.

He is no longer young.

With one against a hundred, he single-handedly stopped the High Table Killer in District 7, but because he made too much noise, more killers came to encircle and suppress him.

There was only one arrow left, and he even started to use the captured guns and ammunition. The wound on his side was bleeding. Unless Chen Yan was present and gave him another dose of [Qing Li Cure] for such a wound, otherwise, He couldn't participate in the subsequent battle at all.

Because if he fights forcefully, he might die.

Drain all the rice, grain and water in the world, exhaust all kalpas to welcome Nirvana...?

It's just meaningless to eat and drink enough and then plunder enough money to die.

Human life is short, but at this moment Hao Er felt that he should do something that he would not regret.

Death poems were nothing more than pretentious capital for ancient warriors, but he didn't need them.

A true warrior should die on the battlefield. Even if he dies, he should die standing up. What's more, he should die on the battlefield helping his companions and resisting power...

This is called late righteousness!

With difficulty, he supported the ground with the "Torahou Maru" in his hand. Haoji slowly stood up and hung the "Dragon Bird" compound bow on his shoulder. He staggered a little and pulled off a suit from the corpse on the side. He roughly pulled it off. The wounds on his waist and abdomen were tied up, and he breathed deeply.

"I told you, I'll follow."

Koji murmured to himself, and then looked at the motorcycle abandoned by the road.

"Let's go for a run."

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"Boom boom boom boom..."

The sound of the engine tore through the sky.

On top of the black suit is a blood-stained motorcycle helmet. The long black hair exposed from the tail of the helmet is flying in the wind. Behind him are groups of men in black who are also wearing helmets and riding motorcycles.

In the rearview mirror, the lights of the killers' motorcycles kept flashing. From time to time, a killer held the handle of the motorcycle with one hand, took out a pistol and shot at John. John's motorcycle kept moving back and forth, dodging the killers' bullets. Even if it did hit, the bullet would just scratch off a spark on John's suit.

Until the T-intersection ahead.

The taxi suddenly rushed out and rushed in front of John, but fortunately, it was not the killer of the high table, but an ordinary person. When the taxi driver saw John's motorcycle appearing, he was so frightened that he quickly braked, only to miss. A little bit can send John flying. Ordinary people don't know how valuable John's head is. They are still patting their chests to calm down their emotions, followed by "Are you blind?" "You don't know how to see the road" and the like to vent their emotions. John said "sorry" apologetically to the taxi driver, then quickly turned around and left.

The high-level killers behind John came to the taxi owner at this time and saw that John was missing. In the taxi parked on the spot, a middle-aged man was removing the glove box from the car with a look of shock on his face. He took out a sandwich and ate it.

"Did you see a man on a motorcycle passing by?"

The High Table Killer said coldly.

"Riding a motorcycle? You guys ride a motorcycle too... Oops, there was a guy who didn't care about his life just now. He rushed out without honking the horn. He almost scared me to death..." The taxi driver babbled and poured out the bitter water, and chewed on it by the way. He took a bite of the sandwich in his hand and pointed in a certain direction cursingly, "Here, he went that way."

"I know, thank you." The leading killer's face softened a little, and he nodded to the taxi driver, "I wish you a safe night, sir."

The taxi driver frowned slightly when he saw a group of killers leaving on a motorcycle. Those people looked like they were not good people at first sight. The guy who didn't want his life earlier seemed to be being hunted. Giving directions was a favor, right? The right path has nothing to do with him.

He was just an ordinary taxi driver. He was frightened. How could he know clearly where someone had gone?

Neuropathy.

The car owner finished the sandwich in three bites, then smacked his mouth with some unfinished thoughts.

"Dong dong dong."

Ten minutes later, there was a rapid knocking sound on the window glass of the back seat of the taxi. The car owner turned around impatiently: "Who is it! Stop knocking. My glass costs more than RMB 100,000. If I knock it off, will you pay for it?!"

A middle-aged Asian man in strange clothes was carrying a compound bow on his back and a pistol in his hand. On his side was a simple bandage made of a suit that was still bleeding. His face was pale and he knocked again with difficulty. Knocking on the car window, when the driver rolled down the glass, he said anxiously: "Hello... can you take me to the Sacred Heart Cathedral?"

"Oh, sir, it's useless to go to church in this state. Even God can't save you." The driver was stunned when he saw the "suit bandage" on Hao Er's abdomen that was still bleeding. Then he sighed and unlocked the car. , "Come up first, I'll take you to treat the wound. You can't expect the priest to heal you by reading a few verses."

"Sorry... I'm in a hurry, sir..." Hao Er gasped and struggled to open the door and get in the car. He groped for a long time in his arms and took out a black card. "Do you think 5000 euros is OK? I'm really in a hurry. time."

"Can you swipe your card?"

The car owner's eyes lit up instantly.

"Oh, sir, you are so generous. I never thought I would meet such a generous guest on a business trip." As the car owner said, he quickly pulled up the driver's seat belt and adjusted the rearview mirror. , then tilted his head back and said kindly, "I suggest you fasten your seat belt, sir. I will take you to treat your wound first, and then take you to the Sacred Heart Cathedral for the service. Don't worry, it won't take long. , God will forgive your tardiness."

"But……"

Haoji said anxiously, but the taxi driver in front of him directly removed the steering wheel and threw it into the passenger seat, and took out a... racing steering wheel? !

Damn it? !

What's more outrageous is that the driver actually installed the racing steering wheel at a very fast speed, and then pulled down the hidden compartment next to the car's dial, revealing... densely packed switching buttons!

"Click click click click..."

There was a burst of intensive stirring sounds, and Hao Er actually felt that the car was rising. A low mechanical sound sounded, as if the tires were being changed? !

What's going on here? !

"I think no matter how anxious I am, I have to save your life first. You paid for it." The taxi driver looked at Hao Er's pale face in the rearview mirror. "I can see that you are very anxious, including the stitches. Time, I estimate, we can get to the church in ten minutes, so you don’t have to worry.”

"My greatest characteristic is punctuality."