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

"Good news, musicians."

"John Wick, the reward has been raised to $5000 million."

"At the same time, we have added new bounty targets."

"Trak Smith, an African-American male, dressed as a homeless man and carrying a wolfhound, has a bounty of US$3500 million."

"In addition, anyone who helps John Wick will receive a reward starting from 3000 million U.S. dollars. Anyone who provides clues and information related to the target can receive a reward of 300 million U.S. dollars."

"Happy hunting everyone."

In the streets of Paris, the magnetic voice of WUXIA radio announcer sounded, and then...

More killers, join the hunt!

"That's great. I want to pick up my head and go to Mr. Gramont to collect the reward."

Trak curled his lips. All around him were the corpses of his colleagues.

Squatting at the entrance, waiting for the enemy, the open door is like the monster refresh point of High Table Killer. From time to time, several guys who want to make extra money come in, but they are all easily dealt with by Trak. Most of them are fully equipped. After looting them, Lingtlak saved a lot of ammunition money.

And upstairs... there was already a raging fire.

The ignition effect of the special dragon's breath bomb is no worse than that of incendiary bombs. Every time it hits, a human-shaped firework will be lit for our respected Lord Night Demon. The air is full of the smell of burning. On the ground, at least a dozen are still there. Burning black corpses.

Raising his hand and shooting, John once again brought warmth in the cold night to a black-clad killer. Then he held the gun with one hand, picked up an unused spare magazine from the ground, and jammed the tactical shotgun in his hand with his wrist. The handle of the gun and the light of the fire cast a shadow on John's face. After looking around to confirm that there were no enemies around, John stuffed the spare magazine into the tactical lining of his suit and walked to the wall with the shotgun in hand.

The sound of rapid footsteps came from the top of the stairs beside him, and the light from the flashlight on the guardrail above cast a vague shadow.

The shotgun was held with one hand, and John pulled out the pistol again from the holster on his waist. When the footsteps at the corner of the stairs were getting closer and closer, before the figure appeared, John had already raised the gun and shot a killer. The muzzle of the shotgun fired blindly into the corner, directly hitting the brick surface in the corner and overturning a killer. Then he jammed the handle of the shotgun with the wrist holding the pistol and raised the muzzle high.

John was like a prophet. As soon as John set up his gun, the killer at the guardrail appeared, so he fired a dragon's breath bullet directly into charcoal. He turned around and shot the fallen killer again, accurately finishing the shot to prevent it. resurrection.

The whole process takes less than 20 seconds.

But John did not relax his vigilance. He crouched down and clung to the wall next to the stairs, using the wall as a cover. He raised his hand and fired two shots to take away the killer who rushed down the stairs above. Then, he rushed up the stairs and walked into the aisle directly in front. He raised his pistol and fired two blind shots. He immediately returned to the entrance of the previous aisle and hid behind the wall. When he was near the corner, he immediately stopped and stepped back two steps. Step reload.

As expected, the High Table Killers were struck. As John expected, they fired bullets wildly at the corner, shooting bullet holes one after another. They stopped only when the cracks in the bricks formed by the bullet holes in the corner could be clearly seen on the opposite side. Hands, but there was nothing on the other side, which made the two high-table killers feel awe-inspiring.

The shotgun in John's hand was fully loaded at this time.

The corridors on this floor extend in all directions, and the killer will inevitably choose to cover them from both sides, but the distances between them are different. With the speed of tactical sweeping, there will inevitably be a sequence of far and near.

And this also gave John a chance.

I saw John taking two steps forward with the shotgun in the direction of the original blind firing position, raising the gun towards the corner and pressing the trigger. A high-table killer fell to the ground. When the muffled sound of falling to the ground appeared, John was already He turned around and fired two shots behind him, one shot to the back and the other to the front.

John even considered the possible position deviation of the killer as he moved forward into the shooting range.

Sure enough, after the second shot was fired, a scream sounded from behind the wall.

John walked towards the direction of the scream without looking back, but the hand holding the pistol was slightly raised towards the back, and with a casual shot, the killer behind him who was not completely dead was instantly killed. When John walked behind the wall, he raised his pistol and fired another close-range headshot!

23 seconds!

"call……"

There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. It was not that John was sweating because he was old and tired, but that this place was too hot. After all, there were burning corpses all over the ground.

But one thing to say, Dragon Breath Bullets are really useful.

"Bang bang bang..."

Seeing that the enemies on this floor had been cleared, gunshots were heard not far away. On the same floor, in the direction of the fire escape, that was...

John frowned, hung the shotgun on his shoulder, held the pistol in both hands and moved towards the direction of the gunshot. There, Trak was hiding behind a stone fence to avoid a dense net of bullets.

NND, what a mistake, these guys are really greedy for money.

If you can't defeat the night demon, then come and bully me, right? If you have the ability, go and deal with the Night Demon, you bastards!

Trak kept shuttling between the bunkers, and the enemies at the stairs were rushing upstairs. Gunshots and firelight echoed in the dim stairwell, and Trak's hands were not idle, and he kept raising He fired back with a pistol, but after all, two fists were no match for four hands, and he was soon surrounded by the killers from the high table.

"..."

Facing the black muzzle, Trak raised his hands helplessly.

"Hey, guys. I think I can save a little more." Trak showed a flattering smile. "Mr. Grammont would probably rather torture me than kill me all at once. What do you think?"

The High Table Killers didn't say anything. There was still a Night Stalker in this damn place that they had yet to deal with. This guy in front of him, Truck Smith, whom he had never heard of, was just an emblem.

Their fingers were on the trigger, ready to press without hesitation, and then...

"Bang, bang bang."

Three shots.

A killer's head exploded instantly, and at the same time as the gunfire rang out, Trak quickly made a sliding shovel, tripping the killer in front of him to the ground. Then, behind the killers, a ferocious barking sounded!

"Woo-woof!"

At this time, Trak's wolf dog took the opportunity to rush out of the shadows and bit off the neck of a killer. After Trak killed the fallen killer, he quickly got up and killed the killer who was dragged by the wolf dog on the spot. In the aisle behind him, under the long flowing black hair, the deep eyes were locked on the only remaining killer. With a flick of the shoulder strap, the tactical shotgun was caught in his hand, and then he pressed the trigger. .

"boom!"

Trak clearly felt the heat coming from behind, and then turned around quickly.

"Click."

The muzzle of the shotgun was pointed between Trucker's legs.

The muzzle of the tactical rifle was pointed between John Wick's eyebrows.

"Uh...what, I think it's better for us to put down our guns." Trak felt a chill in his lower body, and begged for mercy with a twitching corner of his mouth, "For the sake of helping you kill so many high table killers... …Gan.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Truck and John moved at the same time, their guns deflected, and they actually fired at the same time, killing the remaining killers who sprang out from behind each other on the spot!

"Bang!" x2

The difference is that John did not move his body, but Trucker fired a shot at a sliding shovel in front of him.

"These guys are really endless, aren't they, Mr. Wick." Trak let out a sigh of relief and threw the pistol in his hand, which was empty of bullets, on the ground.

At this time, John also threw away the empty shotgun in his hand and responded with a low and hoarse voice.

"Yeah..."