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

"Please sell me this pencil."

"Please see, this is a pencil. It is very hard and has a sharp front end. It can be easily inserted into anyone's neck. You only need to grab the tail end of it and then press the attached eraser with your thumb, like It’s just like using a dagger, it’s really convenient.”

"This is for writing. If you promote it like this, no one else will dare to buy it."

"Oh, you misunderstood. I am telling you that if you don't buy it, I will stick this pencil in your neck."

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John Wick is most famous for killing three strong men in a bar with a pencil.

Yes, just one damn pencil!

Before Ye Ken went to the Sacred Heart Cathedral, he prepared such a pencil and put it in his chest pocket. Just like John used a tactical throwing knife as a dagger at the bottom of the stairs to chop down a group of high table killers on the spot. Ye Ken is also paying tribute to John with John's fighting style.

They had never known John before in Japan. Now, they are using this method to declare their friendship and pay tribute to each other's powerful skills, and the poor High Table Killers have become victims.

The strong man's neck was instantly pierced, and blood spurted out. The pencil directly dug a bloody hole in his neck. Ye Ken immediately pulled out the pencil as soon as he hit it, and chopped him to the ground with a sword. He flew forward and pressed the hilt of the sword against the strong man's throat. In the frightened eyes of the strong man, the bloody pencil slammed down and hit his eye socket.

"Well, it's really useful." Ye Ken muttered. He felt the strong wind behind him and rolled to his side to avoid it. The result was that John was lifting the collar of a high-table assassin and hitting him hard. Standing on the lamppost beside him, he held the tactical throwing knife and slashed continuously, slit his throat, blinded his eyes, and finally, with one knife, he performed a craniotomy on the high-table killer.

"thump!"

The killer's body fell to the ground. John shook his hands and leaned against the lamp post, breathing heavily. As a large amount of air was pumped into his lungs, his expression softened slightly.

There was no other way. After killing all night, he suffered more or less minor injuries. Coupled with the continuous exercise and concentration, John was really tired now. Gramont's bounty will not make Night Stalker die easily, but John Wick is only a mortal human being after all, and he will also get tired.

"So, John." Ye Ken stepped forward slowly, and after John's breathing stabilized, he tapped John's thigh with the blade of his sword, "How long until sunrise?"

"Um..." John turned over his wrist and looked at the watch on his hand, and responded in a deep voice, "2 minutes."

"Then we should hurry up." Ye Ken tilted his head, "There is no time to rest."

"Yeah..." John moved his aching shoulders and said softly, "The banquet is about to begin."

At the entrance and exit of the stairs, the light from a large number of flashlights draws out shadows. There must be a brave man under the heavy reward. Who knows how many high-table killers there are in Paris. John habitually removed the magazine and checked it, then shook his head helplessly: "It's not enough."

"Let's take it easy! You are already surrounded!"

The muzzles of the black holes were pointed at the two people on the stairs. John and Ye Ken looked at the number of killers at the entrance and exit, and their expressions were ugly.

Will Gramont's plan succeed?

"It seems that's the end of it." John said with a cold face, took out a pair of sunglasses from his breast pocket and slowly put them on. "but……"

"Whoosh!"

Above everyone's heads, a pitch-black arrow shot into the center of the stairs, just behind John and Ye Ken!

"Bang!!!"

The intense light swallowed up the two figures in an instant. Was it a flash bomb?

Noisy shouts and curses rang out, and the flash arrows suddenly detonated in the dark night, blinding the assassins at the high table. When they recovered, there were no John and Ye Ken on the stairs. Figure?

On the rooftop of the residential building diagonally above the stairs, the black compound bow slowly closed, and under the hood was the pale-faced Shimazu Koji.

That was his last arrow.

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Ten minutes ago.

"Gah~~squeak-!!!"

A white phantom stopped on the side of the road near the steps leading to the Sacred Heart Cathedral at an extremely ridiculous speed. It was a white taxi, but a racing version of the taxi.

"Oh, guest, it seems that you have caught up, 2 minutes and 02 seconds. If your injury hadn't stopped me from driving too fast, maybe it would only have taken 1 minute." In the driving seat, the slightly bald driver explained briskly. He took off his seat belt and looked up at the rearview mirror: "See? I said, my biggest characteristic is being on time."

"..."

Hao Er, who was in the back seat, looked pale at this moment. He supported his body with trembling hands and silently nodded to Daniel without saying a word. He opened the car door with great effort and walked out of Daniel's taxi. car.

"Then I won't send you in. I wish you a nice day." Daniel rolled down the passenger window and waved to Koji.

Hao Er stood still with difficulty, glanced behind him, and silently raised his thumb.

The white taxi deformed on the spot, returned to its original plain appearance, and slowly drove away. There was no trace of the strange legend that this thing was called the "White Phantom" by Parisian gourmets. But Koji walked to the wall with difficulty, then vomited while holding on to the wall!

"I... vomit... tm... vomit... vomit... never take... a taxi again..."

"vomit……"

Good guy, Hao Er's spinning head and turbulent stomach almost made Hao Er vomit out all the food he had eaten the night before. His face, which was already pale due to excessive blood loss, turned sickly red after vomiting, and he continued to vomit not far away. Fierce gunshots were heard, and Hao Er resisted the turmoil in his stomach, climbed all the way to the top of the residential building, and looked down.

There were not many killers on the high table, and John and Ken Ye could still withstand it, so Hao Er rested for a while on the roof until...the two old friends below encountered a little trouble.

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John and Ye Ken have already escaped from here, and I have to buy time for them.

Hao Er looked at the gleaming syringe in his hand, gritted his teeth, and then smiled evilly. In the other hand, there was a high-explosive grenade with the ring pulled open!

"Sorry, but they don't have time to play with you."

The grenade in Hao's hand was gently thrown downwards. It emitted a slight metallic light in mid-air, and then, there was a violent explosion!

“Sayonara.“

"boom!!!"