Chapter 205 Brotherhood's Assassination Target
In the grand lobby, a dazzling crystal chandelier hangs from the soaring ceiling, and the shimmering light yellow halo illuminates this overly quiet hotel.

A group of expressionless people in suits were all looking in one direction - the hotel front desk.

Under the old face, a pair of deep eyes stared at the somewhat embarrassed man in front of him.

"John Wick...you shouldn't be coming to the Continental at this hour!"

“I have nowhere else to go.”

The man's messy long black hair was casually scattered beside his ears. His eyes turned around casually. Silent figures came into his sight and he felt several pairs of eyes staring at him.

After throwing a gold coin to the waiter in front of him, he quickly walked towards the hotel elevator.

"Wait John!"

However, the black receptionist hurriedly called him over.

He looked towards the elevator, his pupils contracted slightly, until a figure disappeared into it, he signaled John Wick to continue.

At this time, John Wick obviously realized something, and he looked at the floor the elevator was going up to.

"Hotels in mainland China are not safe now..."

A low voice came from the side, and John looked at the man who seemed to be reminding him in surprise.

"Is there anyone who dares to break the rules of the Continental Hotel?"

He frowned, thinking that the man in front of him was just exaggerating. Those who came to the Continental Hotel were basically world-renowned killers, and the background of the Continental Hotel was the "Gao Daizuo", the manager of all killer organizations.

The Continental Hotel does not allow any assassinations or struggles. This is the rule of the High Table. Any killer who dares to take action here will be sanctioned by the High Table. It also means that they will have to accept various assassinations from all directions.

"Have you ever heard of a textile mill?"

The original elegance on the black receptionist's face was gone, and his eyes were fixed on the numbers displayed next to the elevator, with a hint of inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

"A textile factory?"

John Wick frowned, as if he had thought of something, his eyes fixed on the elevator door that had already closed.

Fuck... Could it be one of those legendary monsters?

……

Nine floors.

As the elevator door opened, four figures jumped out.

"Haha, this mission is too easy. The gang leader never expected that the one who wanted to kill him was his son!"

"That's right. I still can't forget his incredible eyes. Fear? Regret? Or despair! Haha, it's so funny!"

A man and a woman put their arms around each other's shoulders and talked about their victory in this mission.

"Hey, guys, did you guys just notice the figure at the entrance of the hotel?"

A thin man came over.

His insertion made the two men look alert. Everyone knew the identities of the people who came to this hotel. Even though they knew the rules here, they subconsciously reached for the dagger hidden in their sleeves.

"how?"

"That guy is John Wick!"

"John Wick? The guy who killed three people with a pencil and his bare hands?"

The female killer exclaimed in surprise. This name was well-known in the killer world. In the eyes of killers like them with mediocre records, that guy had become a near-god-like existence.

"Haha, what do you think? Maybe we can join forces. His bounty is enough for the three of us to live happily for a while!" The thin man looked at the other male killer with some excitement.

"Haha, if you are really interested, go find someone else. We are a couple and we know our own limitations. Let's just deal with some minor characters!"

The man refused without hesitation. In his opinion, the man in front of him was looking for trouble.

"Once we kill that guy, we will no longer be unknown little characters! Aren't you a little too cowardly?"

The thin man looked at the female killer who was shaking her head in refusal, his eyes revealing disappointment.

Leaving aside the two killers who killed the "gang boss", the thin man looked at the fourth figure behind him.

At first glance, a strange emotion flashed in the thin killer's eyes, and the man in front of him revealed a decadent aura, which was not the temperament a killer should have.

Trying to give it a try, the skinny killer went over anyway.

"Brother, I'm sure you heard what I said just now. How about it? Are you interested?"

"..."

The man's lifeless eyes rolled around and he uttered something incomprehensible.

"Have you ever killed an innocent person?"

Frowning, the skinny killer remained patient: "Innocent? As killers, do we care whether the person is innocent or not? As long as the bounty is big enough, I will kill him even if he is the president!"

Although it was a bit boastful, the skinny killer still expressed his thoughts.

"So you must have killed innocent people?"

"??"

The next moment, before the skinny killer could dispel his doubts, he saw a big hand "coming towards him". The palm directly grabbed his head and pulled him aside in an instant.

boom!
Click!

There was a flash of gunfire in the distance, and the glass exploded instantly. The skinny killer's head also split open like a watermelon as the glass shattered. Bright red watermelon juice mixed with some white liquid splashed onto the hotel's magnificent carpet.

The decadent man fell to the ground in an instant. Gunshots rang out one after another, and shiny bullets penetrated through.

Apparently, across from the hotel, someone seemed to be shooting with a gun.

The man's figure quickly shuttled through the corridor, and there was no panic on his face. He slowly pulled out the pistol at his side, and the next moment, he quickly ran to the other side of the corridor.

Before he could run a few steps, a man and a woman who had walked into the room in front of him suddenly rushed out. One tall and one short, they shot at the man at the same time.

Faced with the sudden attack, the man kicked the wall with one foot and rolled down from the side. He swung his hands as he landed. Accompanied by the sound of a gunshot, a bullet drew a beautiful arc and instantly pierced the retracted palm below.

"Ah, Falk!"

The woman howled in pain and looked at the pistol that had fallen to the ground. She tried to grab it with her other intact hand.

boom!
A gunshot was heard in the corridor, and the next moment, the woman felt a sharp pain in the center of her head. Before she could struggle, endless darkness enveloped her consciousness.

The male killer hurriedly retreated back into the room, looking at his dead female companion lying on the ground with horror.

The sadness lasted only two seconds, and the next moment he picked up his companion and held him in front of him.

At the door, a figure quickly passed by, accompanied by the sound of gunfire. The bullet with a certain arc instantly grazed the woman's neck and hit the man behind her.

poof...

The sound of two bodies falling was heard in the blood-stained room.

(End of this chapter)