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

"How dare you come here."

"The duel hasn't started yet, I'm just following etiquette."

"But your agent hasn't arrived yet."

"the same as you."

The sun still hasn't risen.

In front of the Sacred Heart Cathedral, at both ends of the long table, a man and a woman sat opposite each other.

In front of Cartier and Grammont were two sharp European-style hand swords, with their tips pointed at each other.

"You unilaterally specify the content of the duel, which is not in compliance with the ancient rules of the High Table." Katya crossed her hands and rested her chin, looking at Gramont coldly. "You didn't even have a notary present."

"You and the people from the Yan Kingdom suddenly broke into my territory and challenged me to a duel. There was no notary present, so don't say anything to anyone, Katya." Grammont sneered and knocked on the table, "By the way, I didn't I don’t think this duel is still necessary…”

"After all, Night Stalker may not survive the night."

"...You are really despicable." A look of disdain appeared on Katya's beautiful face, "But unfortunately, you may not be able to get what you want."

"Didn't you realize that your agent hasn't shown up yet?"

Grammont chuckled without changing his expression: "I have Kane's daughter in my hands. He may still be resting, so..."

"is it?"

Katia also smiled slightly.

"It better be this way."

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"Pfft."

There was a dull sound, that was the sound of a sharp blade penetrating the body.

An Asian man flicked the rapier in his hand, and drops of blood were spilled to the ground. Along with it, a human head fell to the ground and rolled all over the ground.

His gray eyes could not clearly see the surrounding situation, but his keen senses allowed him to easily avoid all the bullets fired at him. The rapier in his hand hit the ground with a crisp sound, while the other hand was holding He held his pistol and fired continuously in the direction of the gunshot.

"Pfft."

That was the sound of a body falling to the ground.

Ye Ken tilted his head and moved his ears slightly. At this moment, the surroundings returned to tranquility again, but Ye Ken did not put away his weapon. Instead, he fumbled and sat on the curb by the side of the road to rest for a while.

The eighth area should be almost cleaned up.

Yes, half of the nearly hundreds of high table killers were slaughtered by a blind man named Ye Ken. The remaining half were probably sent to hell by the "Night Demon".

Ye Ken was as clear as a mirror, and he intercepted most of Gramont's men, but he was only one person after all, and the same was true for John. He had killed enough tonight, but he didn't know what else was waiting for them.

The dusk bell of the Sacred Heart Cathedral rang, and the solemn bells rang throughout the eighth district. Dawn was coming.

"I'm almost exhausted to save you from the pressure, John, please don't let me down."

Ye Ken chuckled and shook his head, but then, his brows wrinkled again, because there was gunfire not far away!

The sound of gunfire was intermittent, but there was no sound of bullets hitting objects around. The bullets were not coming towards him, so it could only be...

"I will never listen to the boss again next time! This is not a fat job at all! I will never accept a commission to help you again, Mr. Wick!"

The shouting was a bit unfamiliar, but it seemed that it was one of his own. Ye Ken nodded slightly without comment.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sound of rapid fire was getting closer and closer, and a low and hoarse voice sounded: "You haven't had a good rest yet?"

"To be precise, I just sat down." Ye Ken curled his lips, touched the ground with his thin sword, and stood up slowly. "You can really attract a lot of trouble."

John didn't speak, but nodded angrily, which was regarded as acquiescence.

"It seems that your opponent is also your helper, Mr. Wick." Trak raised his gun to kill a pursuing killer, then blew a sharp whistle, and the wolf dog rushed towards Trak, only to see our black The elder brother bowed politely to John and the other two, and ran away with his dog. "Then I won't interrupt your party! Have a nice night!"

"See~~~Ya~~"

"Thank you." John nodded noncommittally.

The killers at the high table were already surrounding John and Ye Ken. However, our Master Yeah and Master Ye had relaxed and carefree expressions on their faces at this time, as if the densely packed heads were in their eyes the same as the dirt on the roadside. Just as inconspicuous.

He casually tilted his head to dodge a bullet. Ye Ken shook the rapier in his hand and raised his gun to fire a series of shots. At this time, John also raised his pistol and started to respond enthusiastically to the killers pouring out from the top of the stairs. Bullets, looking back from time to time to see if Ye Ken was aiming in a wrong direction due to eye disease. The two of them were almost unilaterally carrying out inhumane massacres of the High Table Killers in a playful manner.

Yes, massacre, basically a High Table Killer will fall within three shots, but Ye Ken and John are actually okay. This is not scientific at all!

But what I like to see is that when John finally rushed up the stairs, a strong man with a height of two meters raised his foot and kicked John down the stairs with his arms raised to block. Thomas spun around. Two and a half weeks later, he fell back to the middle of the stairs, and Ye Ken rushed up the stairs chasing the gunfire of a killer. He raised his gun and killed a killer who wanted to shoot John in the head. He leaned slightly and stretched out his hand towards John. go.

Are you sure you are blind?

John was not polite. He grabbed Ye Ken's hand and pulled his body up from the ground. The strong man at the top of the stairs was rushing towards John and the two of them, quite a bit. A joyful feeling of flesh bomb impact. But John and Ye Ken held hands and actually reversed their positions. John started to draw his gun towards the bottom of the stairs, while Ye Ken was much more outrageous than the killers with sound eyes. He only moved his body slightly. He easily dodged the bullets fired at him, and he even paused for a moment to take a breath!

What are you talking about, you two, can you be serious? This is a chase scene, not an entertainment show. Master Ye, what are you going to do? I told you not to take out strange things to kill... Well, it turned out to be a pencil, so that's okay.

I saw Ye Ken take out a light yellow ordinary pencil from the suit pocket on his chest. The tall man was very anxious when he saw John running away. He chased John, but how could Ye Ken give it to him? His chance? A whip leg was thrown directly to the strong man's abdomen. The huge force of the blow made the strong man bend down in pain. By coincidence, this guy put his head in front of Ye Ken.

As for Ye Ken, he just happened to be holding the pencil he kept close to him.

"You're lucky."

Ye Ken said softly, raising the pencil in his hand high.

"This thing is John's favorite weapon."