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

Chapter 337 The end is also the beginning｜Quick Showdown: Requiem (Final Chapter)

Your Excellency, the adjudicator, left with a group of gangsters, and the situation ushered in a shocking reversal. Everyone present, except Winston, looked confused.

And Ye Ken and John, after being trapped, were thoughtful, because there was a detail that everyone present had not discovered before, or in other words, even if they had discovered it, they did not care about it, yes, including you in front of the screen. .

If you go back a few chapters and take a closer look, you'll find...

Mr. Winston and His Excellency the Judge arrived at the scene of the duel at the same time.

As early as dawn, in the office of the Lord Adjudicator, Winston came to the door with a list, and that list was the firing squad originally planned by Gramont, with a total of 46 people, most of whom were A thug within the Grammont family.

"Gramont is the spokesperson of the High Table. He will never go against the wishes of the High Table, let alone the iron laws of the High Table. This is a serious accusation, Mr. Winston."

The adjudicator's face was full of doubt until Winston spoke.

"Just in case, Your Majesty the Adjudicator, after all, the person who provided this information is called Bowery King." Winston said softly with an indifferent expression, "Only a fool would think that the information on Bowery Street The system can only cover small New York..."

How could a man who could become the king of the underground only guard his own one-third of an acre?

The adjudicator arranged the manpower hesitantly, secretly intercepting all Gramont's private soldiers and replacing them with his own people, and the result was just as Winston said.

After all, Grammont was deceived by his own little tricks and lost all his power and wealth.

As I said before, the so-called nobles are dressed more noble than wealthy businessmen, and their means are meaner than those of villains. But small means cannot be put on the table after all. Just like now, Grammont has interchanged roles with everyone present and has become a piece of meat on the chopping board. .

Everyone here is not a soft-hearted person. Even though Grammont was rolling on the ground in pain and wailing loudly, all the onlookers were watching him indifferently and gradually approaching him.

"boom!"

The gun in Ye Ken's hand fired, but unfortunately the shot hit the torso.

Wrong shot?

Ah.

Participant in the death of Helen Wick; the end of John Wick's retirement career; the instigator of the Talosov family's blood debt; the planner of the civil strife in the Dantonio family, the initiator of the destruction of New York's Continental Hotel...

And the destroyer of Ye Ken's life.

Several crimes were punished at the same time, and the crime was not punishable. How could it be possible for him to die so easily?

"what--!"

The place where he was shot was filled with blood. His Excellency, the Marquis Vincent de Gramont, could only let out a sharp wail like a wounded sick dog.

"You can't kill me... I'm a Marquis! You bunch of untouchables! I'm the representative of the High Table! You bunch of despicable guys are only qualified to be me as dogs! You should look up to me! Respect me!"

Unfortunately, Grammont's impotent rage can't change anything.

In ancient duels, the condition for victory is to fight to the death. As long as one party is not completely dead, it is not over. As for whether the agent or the client dies, no one cares.

"boom!"

Another shot, this one, broke Gramont's other hand. Well, he was screaming very vigorously, and he seemed to be very energetic.

"Kingdom is not eternal, and people are not distinguished by high or low." Winston, who was watching the ceremony, chanted softly, "You keep talking about the aging and decay of the high table, but you use the ridiculous title to judge yourself as superior to others."

"Make the High Table great again? The High Table has never been great and will never be great. The High Table is just the tip of the iceberg in this dark world, Your Excellency, the Marquis de Gramont."

The words "respect" and "marquis" were obviously emphasized and seemed so sarcastic.

"boom!"

flank.

"boom!!"

arm……

"boom!!!"

Thigh!

At this time, Grammont was taking in less air and outgoing more air. He looked at everyone present with hatred and laughed maniacally!

"Hehehe...ahhahahahaha!"

"You think you won..."

"A bunch of idiots..."

"You should have been a good dog under my management...but you gave up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity...the freedom you flaunt is just a sad illusion in your imagination."

Grammont forced his upper body to lift up on the ground. At this moment, he seemed to have seen his end, but maybe he was thrown into the crematorium of the Continental Hotel and pushed out after being burned. His whole body was burned to ashes. , his mouth is still hard.

And on his face, a sad and ferocious laugh almost tore the corners of his mouth.

"This world... will be ruled by the temple... and you bunch of untouchables who hope for freedom... will all die at the stake!!!"

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

"boom!"

Heart.

The impact of the bullet knocked Grammont to the ground again. Yeken's gray eyes under his sunglasses showed a hint of coldness. He stepped forward and stuffed the muzzle of the gun into Grammont's wailing mouth, and slowly moved his head closer. .

"This world doesn't need anyone to tell us what to do."

The face with suppressed anger was twitching slightly uncontrollably, and a voice full of anger was squeezed out from Ye Ken's teeth.

"I admit, this world is a cesspool, the Continental Hotel... the High Table... and that damn Knights Templar Order..."

"But, this is my cesspool."

"You want to dominate us, but you're not qualified yet!"

"boom."

Blood splattered on the ground, the sunset slowly rose, and the sinful man's body dragged a long shadow on the ground.

Everyone present was silent.

ended.

It's ridiculous, but it's definitely over.

Winston, who was behind everyone, pulled out a pistol from his waist with a complicated expression and put it against John's waist: "Sorry, Jonathan, this may hurt a little."

"Do what you should do." John turned around slowly, with a faint smile on his face. "Good luck, old friend."

"John Wick, the famous Night Stalker, the legend of the Continental Hotel, the beloved of Helen Wick, and the friend of everyone present." Winston chanted softly, his finger gently resting on the trigger. "Today, I died."

"I'm going to miss you, old friend."

"Life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven." Ye Ken stood up slowly and said in a low voice, "Sometimes, the ending is just a new beginning."

"The Roma welcome you home at any time, brother." Katya shook the bottle and whispered.

John looked around and nodded slightly.

Trigger, pull.

"boom."

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"Night Stalker" John Wick died in front of the Sacre Coeur Cathedral.

No one knows where his body was transported, and no one knows how he died, but his legend has affected countless killers under the High Table rules.

Some people say that John Wick is not dead. He is still dormant in the night, ready to hunt down those powerful people who plot oppression.

Some people say that he is no longer an individual, but a spirit, a symbol of fearlessness from power.

But that's all for later.

At this time, the High Table will be immersed in the comfort of Night Demon's death.

Little did they know that after nine years of ease, a young assassin named Chen Yan would embark on the same path as John Wick.

And just when the young assassin was wanted by the High Table worldwide, in Texas, South America, under the long black hair, his eyes as deep as the abyss slowly opened, and a low and hoarse voice said, Ringed slowly.

"Yeah..."