Chapter 206 The Power of Eternal Night

The distance is just too far.

Cross's eyes were somewhat deep. He had originally planned to take a rest at the Continental Hotel, but he had not expected that there were people from the textile factory here.

You know, the high table behind the Continental Hotel has always been at odds with the textile factory.

Listening carefully to the noises nearby, Cross quickly deduced that Gao Tai Table, who claimed to be the supreme leader of the killer organization, was obviously hesitating whether to take action.

call……

As the top killer in the textile factory, Cross realized some problems during a recent assassination mission. In order to satisfy his own selfish desires, the leader of the textile factory completely violated the instructions of the destiny textile machine.

He hated evil and regarded the loom of fate as the cross of the meaning of his life. He betrayed the organization without hesitation and tried to correct everything.

However, Sauron, the boss behind the textile factory, did not hesitate to issue a wanted order for the killer he once relied on the most.

Cross was not afraid of the killers in the textile factory, but recently, he suddenly discovered that these guys seemed to be reaching out to his back - his son Wesley.

He cannot tolerate this!

Passing through the hotel's shelter, Cross quickly crossed the corridor and came to the elevator at the back of the hotel.

Looking at the numbers scrolling on the side, his eyes were as fast as lightning, and he looked around subtly.

ding dong...

The elevator door opened and the figure of the cross quickly flashed in.

The Continental Hotel was no longer safe and he should leave.

As the elevator ran at high speed, he soon returned to the first floor again.

Everyone's eyes were on him, and each of them pulled out a pistol. Obviously, the movement above the hotel had attracted their attention.

Seeing this, the cross was relieved, which meant that the high table was not indifferent.

Faced with the provocation from its peers, even if this peer is an otherworldly existence, the High Table also bares its fangs.

Ignoring those people, Cross walked quickly towards the side door.

"Sir? Do you know the rules?"

A voice came from the side. I turned around and saw that it was the black receptionist of the Continental Hotel. At this moment, his face looked very serious.

Through certain details, Cross saw the nervousness of the man in front of him. Obviously, he was far from being as calm as he appeared to be.

"I know!"

After saying this casually, Cross turned and left.

Just as he was about to go out the back door, the changes outside the door made his expression change drastically.

The clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, the wind was howling, and the originally bright alley became extremely dark in a very short time.

The corner of the cross's eye twitched slightly.

The unpredictable weather wasn't the only reason he stopped.

He looked at the man at the narrow passage on the side of the hotel with some horror.

The tall body was wearing some kind of military combat uniform. The man slowly took off his black helmet, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes.

Looking down, he saw the armband with a corner exposed, which looked like a black sun emitting golden light.

"Eternal Night..."

Cross stepped back involuntarily. He was certainly familiar with the textile factory's latest and highest-level assassination warrant.

Because an outstanding killer had already died in that mission, this was an extremely rare thing for a textile factory where the assassination success rate was close to 100%.

For a normal killer carrying out an assassination mission, the worst outcome is that the assassination fails and the killer escapes. However, for that mission, Zoro sent out two killers, one died on the spot, and the other was so "scared" that he dared not take action!

Returning to the hotel, Cross saw the killers constantly looking out the window to see what was going on.

The black receptionist looked at the man returning from the back door in surprise.

"What's happening here?"

Even he was a little confused by the current situation. What happened today was one thing after another. First, the killer from the textile factory showed up in their mainland hotel, then a fierce battle broke out, and now there was the inexplicable change in the weather.

Everything today seems to reveal some weirdness.

Ding-ling-ling-ling... The shrill ringing of the phone attracted some people's attention, and the black receptionist quickly answered the call.

His expression revealed a look of disbelief as he stared at the man who was slowly walking down from the second floor of the hotel.

"Boss, the high table actually asked us to give up resistance?"

The old man waved his hand, signaling the black receptionist not to say anything more. His eyes quickly swept across the silent cross, and then he walked towards the main entrance of the Continental Hotel.

All the killers looked at the old man with serious eyes. They all understood what it meant that the man in front of them was coming out in person.

Cross's gaze was still on the back door. The figure didn't seem to be carrying any weapons, but it made him shudder with fear!

He seemed to have guessed something, and his eyes finally revealed a solemn look.

After opening the hotel door that had been closed by the killers, Winston's face was filled with a bright smile, and he looked at the man walking towards him with a smile in his eyes.

Those scarlet pupils made his hair stand on end, but did not make him step back.

"Dear Yongye, I am honored to visit you. What can I do for you?"

Looking at the man who greeted him with a smile, No. 3 walked past him with an expressionless face.

This direct contempt made Winston's face darken instantly.

The other party seemed to be trying to intimidate him!

Many meaningful gazes were fixed on him, but No. 3 did not feel uncomfortable at all, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

"I've long heard that the Continental Hotel is the habitat of killers. Now I see that it is indeed worthy of its reputation!"

No. 3 looked at each of the alert people with interest, then turned to look at the man who walked back from the gate.

"I guess the high table has already contacted your company. I wonder what brings you here this time. As far as I know, we don't seem to have any dealings with you."

"Maybe it's not you, but what I'm looking for is related to you!"

Looking at Winston who didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction, No. 3 thought to himself that he was sensible and said with a smile on his face.

"As a world-renowned assassin organization, you must know about the textile factory, an organization with some mysterious loom that has been fulfilling a certain destiny? They are the ones we are looking for!"

Number Three looked directly at the old man. He was listening to the heartbeat of the person in front of him. This mission was given by the First Ancestor, so he naturally had to take it very seriously. The person in front of him seemed to be the manager of this Continental Hotel, and that was his target.

No. 3 was not surprised at all as to why the ancestor knew the organization that was trying to assassinate them. In his eyes, Lin Jue was an omniscient and omnipotent god.

After arriving in America, Lin Jue directly asked him to come to the Continental Hotel in New York, saying that here he should be able to find clues about the organization that had attacked their Yongye before, so he came!
The change in the weather was also caused by the ancestor. The ancestor's attention made No. 3 free of any worries. Looking at those faces that made the world terrified, in his eyes, they were just some delicious blood food.

"A textile factory?"

Winston looked thoughtful, and soon he apologized helplessly.

"I'm sorry, distinguished sir. You are indeed looking for a killer organization, but it has nothing to do with our Continental Hotel. I believe you have investigated before you came. Our Continental Hotel is affiliated with the High Table. Although it is known as the cradle of all killers, it has no control over that mysterious organization!"

"Investigate? Oh, I haven't investigated. This is what the First Ancestor said himself. Do you want to lie to me... or do you dare to question the First Ancestor's words?"

Number Three narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared directly at the man in front of him who was not easily affected by fame or disgrace.

Feeling these unreasonable words, Winston was furious, but he stopped the men behind him who had already revealed their murderous intentions. His old face was full of smiles. The other party did not investigate them, but they had investigated the other party!
The huge corporate industry, the arms organization independent of the country, and the mysterious Duke of Eternal Night who was almost created as a god by legend. This suddenly rising behemoth is far from as simple as it seems on the surface.

It’s not that their High Table has not received missions to assassinate the top leaders of Eternal Night, but they were all rejected by the elders of the High Table, especially the elders in Europe, who were very wary of Eternal Night.

Even Yongye didn't know about the conflict between him and the textile factory, but the other party obviously had something to rely on by coming here directly.

Winston glanced at a figure out of the corner of his eye and considered whether to reveal the man's identity, but the man in front of him was too arrogant. If he told everything, wouldn't he lose face?
"...don't dare."

boom!
The glass of the door shattered instantly, and in front of Winston's shocked gaze, turbid and dark blood splattered on his face.

He looked in disbelief at Number Three, who had been shot in the head.

The lobby was silent at this moment, and everyone was staring at the changing situation in amazement. A guy who was greeted with smiles by mainland hotel managers was shot in the head in front of them?
On the other side, Cross' pupils shrank violently, and he looked out the window in astonishment at a figure passing by. He couldn't believe that the guy actually dared to attack Eternal Night's people. Don't they know how powerful these guys are?
Did the killers at the textile factory recognize the identity of No. 3? Cross dared to guarantee that they would recognize the force that made the textile factory feel threatened for the first time.

That bright and unique armband is so eye-catching!

However, it was only a moment of commotion, and everyone looked at the figure who was still standing there in disbelief.

Winston, who was closest to him, wiped the blood off his face. His eyes were full of horror, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

The golden bullet was slowly squeezed out by the flesh and blood, and the originally frozen face of No. 3, who was shot in the head, pulled into an exaggerated arc.

(End of this chapter)