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

Chapter 265: Rapid preparation for war: Rebellion (Part )

Yes, Chen Yan deliberately committed the murder at the Continental Hotel in New York for the smooth advancement of the timeline. In fact, when Chen Yan decided to rescue Miss Gianna with John, Chen Yan had already thought of such a situation. Compared to John who cut his eyes all the way from New York to Arabia without batting an eyelid, Chen Yan chose to use a more efficient method to directly deal with the initiator of the problem in front of him.

However, the price is that the plot after the second part of the "Quick" series will be completely disrupted.

John Wick's fate will definitely be forced by the High Table to return to the Continental Hotel killer system. Even if one Santino is missing, there will be four and five tinos behind him. The purpose is just to force this legendary killer to Had to surrender to the High Table again.

Therefore, rather than letting the future timeline be completely disrupted, it would be better... to lead the Templars by the nose.

Rules are the inviolable bottom line of the Templars, and Chen Yan is the one who wants to break that bottom line.

Now, the heirs of the Dantonio family have decided that Mr. John is living well and Santino is crazy. He no longer needs to carry out Santino's blood debt because the creditor has no ability to collect the debt at all. Even Daisy and him His house is still well taken care of by the people he arranged, so there is no world view of "Give me back my dog's life".

Before Gao Desi's eyes were fixed on John, Chen Yan chose to attract Gao Desk's attention to himself. A killer with no past, unknown origins, and not even registered at the Continental Hotel actually dared to commit a murder at the Continental Hotel in New York. This will surely attract the high attention of the High Table Council.

With Chen Yan's current ability, even if he is wanted by a mainland hotel, he can escape easily. The Continental Hotel will have nothing to do with him, and if the Templars are determined to make Chen Yan pay the price, they will definitely send more killers to hunt him down.

The twelve seats on the high table would never allow Chen Yan to escape easily. When the Marquis set his sights on Chen Yan, Chen Yan's goal was achieved.

"I don't think you are a person seeking death, Mr. Blood Dragon, but your approach is indeed a bit desperate." Jaina sighed, "Even John may not be so crazy... I think Cassian should take him back. If so, you are much crazier than John was when he was young."

"Maybe, Miss Gianna, maybe." Chen Yan chuckled and shook his head. "Actually, what I want to do is much crazier than what you think."

"I'd like to know what exactly you want to do... huh?" Jaina said, looking back in confusion.

Chen Yan beside him has long since disappeared.

"John likes to appear behind his back. You like to disappear behind his back, right?" Jaina said helplessly, then took out her phone and pressed a series of numbers, "Cassian, is John with you?"

"We are at the south gate, and we have just eliminated Mr. Santino's remnants." Cassian looked at Ares, the beautiful killer whose head was blown off by John's shot, and handed the phone to John angrily.

They said they were going to drink, but in fact, they held a killing party in private.

John wiped the blood on his hands on his suit, then took Cassian's cell phone and said solemnly: "It's me."

"Mr. Blood Dragon is gone," Jaina said helplessly. "He deliberately left a trail at the Continental Hotel in New York. According to him, he wanted to single out the entire Continental Hotel."

"Where did you meet such a perverted young man, John..."

John silently put his cell phone between his head and shoulder, freed his hands and began to check the equipment on his body.

"John?"

"Yeah, I'm listening." John said dully. "You just said that he did it on purpose."

"Yes, it seems that his grievances with the Temple Order are no less than yours." Jaina's voice was a little tired. "Originally, if you had carried out my brother's commission, you would probably be on your way to hunt down my brother now." , and with my brother’s character, he will just stay in the penthouse suite of the Continental Hotel in New York and be a coward..."

"In fact, before I met No. 6, I was already prepared to commit murder at the Continental Hotel." John stuffed the bullets into the magazine one by one and said softly, "But I didn't expect that No. 6 He helped me solve the trouble, and I even wondered if he had wanted to take the matter on himself."

"So, are you going to help him?" Cassian glanced at John, who had a heavy face, and asked softly. "If you are in a hurry, I can help you arrange the fastest flight to New York."

"Thanks, Cassian." John stood up slowly, his eyes soft, "I think I need to talk to Number Six about leaving me alone in Rome."

"Shut up. The grass on the grave that I 'talked to' about earlier is several meters high. Do you want to curse the blood dragon?" Cassian complained helplessly, "To be honest, Jonathan, I would rather see it now." When you were a rock kid back then, you were much more energetic than you are now."

"You'll see." John whispered, "I promise."

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Continental Hotel, New York, Room 818.

"Click."

The door was pushed open gently.

Charon stood in front of Winston with some vigilance, and tiptoed into the room.

"Is anyone here?"

Just five minutes ago, room 818, which was supposed to be unoccupied, suddenly called the front desk and the content was...

"I need to speak to Mr. Winston."

Before Charon could reply, the call was hung up.

When Charon reported this matter to Winston, Winston's face was more of a thoughtful expression besides surprise.

Ever since, the doubtful Mr. Winston and the confused Charon came to Room 818 of the Continental Hotel in New York.

When the two of them completely entered the room, Charon discovered that there was a figure whose face could not be seen clearly nestled on the sofa opposite the door.

He was wearing a strange mask and hid his body in the shadow under the window. He clasped his hands together and placed them on his lips. Charon could not see his eyes, but he could clearly feel the presence in front of him. This man was examining the two people who entered the room.

"Did you contact us here? Sir." Charon said solemnly.

"In fact..." The mysterious man slowly leaned his upper body forward, revealing the scarlet visor, "I was the one who committed the murder on the top floor, you two."

"You should know that killing is prohibited in the Continental Hotel." Winston patted Charon on the shoulder and motioned for him to step back, "I am Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York. I think you are ready, sir. .”

"Of course I know you, Mr. Winston. It's a pity that you don't know me yet, but there will be a chance." The mysterious man shrugged, and a strange synthesized sound echoed in the room. "I'm looking forward to the Continental Hotel, which sticks to its bottom line, and even the mysterious Templar Order..."

"How are you going to kill me?"