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

Chapter 115 Shadow under the Moonlight

"Click."

The sound of a bullet being loaded.

A man in a black suit was wandering on the street at the moment, like a nocturnal gentleman.

It seemed that it was his first time to come to Prague, the city of a thousand cities, and he was very curious about everything around him. He saw a homeless man smoking in an alley nearby. He pursed his lips slightly and walked towards the homeless man. , maybe just to borrow a fire.

I saw him put one hand in his pocket, took out the cigarette case with the other hand, and took a cigarette for himself. Seeing his actions, the homeless man opened the lighter in his hand to please the man, and lit it for the man. The flashing sparks slowly lit the cigarette as the man moved his mouth.

"boom."

There was a slight noise, and before the homeless man could react, the man's hand stretched out from his pocket, holding a pistol with a smoking barrel.

"Bang, bang."

Two shots to the torso and one to the head, the king of hell shook his head when he came.

The man in the suit supported the homeless man's body and slowly placed him on the ground. The man in the suit rummaged through the homeless man's body and found a pistol with a full magazine and a few gold coins.

He casually threw the gold coins into the iron bucket where the homeless man was warming himself. The man in the suit inserted the found pistol into the holster on his waist. He walked deep into the alley with the gun in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"Yeah..."

In the deep alley, a few lights occasionally flashed.

In the distance, in Prague's Old Town Square, a blind gentleman was tapping his guide stick and walking slowly, following his guide dog.

"Excuse me, sir, how to get to the nearby toilet?" He walked to a woman who was admiring the scenery and spoke slowly.

"I'm a woman, sir..." The woman was stunned for a moment, but she still said in a friendly manner, "Forget it, I'll take you there, but I can't go in the men's room."

"Sorry to trouble you, ma'am." The blind gentleman nodded and showed a cheerful smile.

The woman helped him walk step by step towards a dark corner not far away, but the blind gentleman didn't seem to notice anything strange, but kept smiling and thanking her.

The woman dealt with it perfunctorily, led the blind gentleman to a dark corner, and put her hand into her handbag: "This is it, sir, you can go forward."

"Thank you, you are such a kind lady." The blind gentleman smiled slightly.

"Break!"

The next second, the thin sword was drawn out of the guide cane and slit the woman's throat.

The smile on the blind gentleman's face remained unchanged, but the rapier in his hand turned into afterimages. After a while, the rapier was slowly inserted back into the guide stick, and the woman fell to the ground.

The blind gentleman's guiding stick struck the ground and the surroundings again and again, slowly leaving and entering the flow of people coming and going in the square.

After a while, the blind gentleman sat down on a wide chair in the square, seeming to listen to the bustling city. The man in a suit walked out of an alley not far away and sat next to him.

"I killed six." The blind gentleman said with a smile.

"I'm so old, but I still play such childish games." The man in the suit said in a deep voice, "I killed 7 of them."

John Wick and Kane "looked at each other and smiled", oh, Kane can't see it, that's okay.

On the tall building in the distance, a shiny bald head slowly walked out of the corridor, holding a bloody steel wire in his hand.

He skillfully strangled a killer who was at the sniper point ahead to death on the spot. The bald man took out his silenced pistol and fired two shots at the heads of the two observers in the distance. Then he put away the tools in his hands and said: "Don't Hidden, your shadow leaked out."

The one-armed man fell lightly from a high place and said, "I did it on purpose."

"You Yan Nation people are still so proud of themselves." The corner of No. 47's mouth raised two pixels, "Isn't Basim here?"

"I went to have tea with Wesley." Wu Fu moved his shoulders, "I'm old...I'm tired after just killing a few."

"It seems that the surrounding area is almost cleaned up." No. 47 nodded, and then looked in the direction of "Destiny Textile Factory".

Outside the textile factory, two middle-aged men were squatting on the ground drinking tea. One was holding a gun in one hand, and the other was empty-handed. In front of him, there seemed to be a simple chess set.

"This kind of chess played by the Yan Kingdom is indeed very interesting, Basim."

"Yeah, when I first arrived in Yan Kingdom, I was often dragged by a bunch of old men from the brotherhood to play chess with them."

That's right, this pair of middle-aged men who look like retired old men are none other than Bassim and Wesley.

"Aren't you going to see that kid?" Wesley raised his head and glanced at Bassim, "My precious daughter has tormented him so much. This is only the first day, and she has already been sent to the 'repair room' twice."

"Your daughter's character is such that she won't be able to get married." Bassim chuckled and moved the chess piece in his hand, "General!"

"Ah, ah, let's stop playing. I don't know how you got such a brain." Wesley shouted angrily, flicking the gun, and a bullet was shot out instantly, turning a corner to hide a person. The killer who was nearby was shot dead on the spot.

"So when will your brothers return my spindle to me?" Wesley looked at Bassim, seemingly helpless, "I've been lending it to you for more than half a month to study."

"That thing is an Isu artifact." Basim rearranged the chess pieces on the ground one by one. "But it seems to have been damaged by humans. It probably cannot be repaired."

"Oh, if it can't be fixed, then it can't be fixed. Anyway, that thing killed Fox." Wesley curled his lips, and as soon as he looked up, he saw that Bassim turned into a stream of light and came back, with the hidden sword in his hand. Still stained with blood. "Your ability should be useful for escaping. Also, give me back my wallet, you thief."

"Just kidding." Bassim smiled slightly, and took out an old-fashioned wallet from his sleeves like a magic trick and threw it to Wesley, "Those guys work so hard, wouldn't it be good for us to fish here. "

"You're trying so hard, you think I'm an amusement park. Whether it's the Continental Hotel or the Templar Order, they don't even know if they're on my territory." Wesley rolled his eyes. "You guys are the same. I told them to sneak into the village quietly and shoot, but they still don’t listen. It will be very troublesome for the people under my command to clean up, okay?”

Basim smiled and had no choice but to continue the chess game.

Wesley looked up at the moon and smiled: "But fortunately, your brotherhood has found a good apprentice for my precious daughter. His progress is really fast. You must let him succeed." To assassinate Otto Berg?"

"The young eagle always has to learn to fly." Bassim looked at the entrance of the textile factory and said meaningfully. "We can help him delay, but the important blow must be achieved by himself."

"Your brotherhood is really rigid. He is now a member of our Assassin's League." Wesley said helplessly.

Basim smiled indifferently.

"Whether it's the Assassin Brotherhood or the Assassin's League, aren't they all assassins?"

"bass!"

The hidden sword is unsheathed.