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

Chapter 204: The pain of losing a child is nothing before the night demon attacks.

"You...are you..." John shook his head again before he felt a little more awake, and he asked with difficulty.

"Uh... I'm a killer, an assassin, and I'm also the protagonist of a coin-spending novel written by a coin-spinning author, as well as the keyboard warrior in the comment area." The masked man said in a jumpy voice, and then turned around He glanced at the messy ground and scratched his head, "Ah, I'm really sorry, Mr. Night Demon, I accidentally made your house dirty."

"Tell me your name." John stared closely at the mysterious guy in front of him, frowning. He did not relax his vigilance because the guy in front of him helped.

From the beginning to the end, John saw that the strength of the man in front of him was enough to make the gangsters at the Continental Hotel jealous. Anyone who joins any gang can become a top thug.

"Blood Dragon, Number Six, Old Sixth, Big Handsome Boy, whatever you want to call him, Mr. Night Devil." The masked man shrugged, then stepped forward in a friendly manner and helped John sit on the sofa, "I'm just passing by. It’s just a Kamen Rider, I’m here to help.”

Chen Yan didn't lie. He was indeed passing by, just strolling near John Wick's house. And Kamen Rider is not lying. He wears a mask and drives a heavy motorcycle. He calls himself Kamen Rider. It makes sense, right?

As if by magic, Chen Yan put his hand back, and the next second, he took out a bag of ice cubes and handed it to John.

"Uh... Mr. Liu, thank you for your help." John said gratefully, and then applied an ice pack to the injured area.

"Okay, I shouldn't have said that." Chen Yan gave himself a slap. "You'd better call me No. 6."

Daisy limped towards the two of them, and then gently arched her little head at Chen Yan's feet, as if to thank him for his help.

"So, are you sent by the Continental Hotel to visit me?" John picked up Daisy, stroked her head, and asked.

"Why do you think so?" Chen Yan tilted his head and asked doubtfully.

"It seems not." John stared at Chen Yan's mask for a while, then shook his head with a wry smile, "Sorry, I haven't been in a good mood lately."

"Actually, I've seen you before, but... I thought you were sent by the hotel to monitor me."

"..."

Chen Yan scratched his head in embarrassment. He finally managed to peek at a famous scene and was discovered by the real owner.

However, there is a bug. If John's perception ability is so strong at this time, how could he be beaten to pieces by Joseph, a second-generation gangster who fights for his father?

"Do you want to ask why I was knocked down by these people?"

John seemed to be able to read Chen Yan's thoughts. He stood up and put the ice cubes back into the refrigerator to freeze. Then he took out two glasses from the kitchen and poured some wine into them.

"Actually, I know what's going on with these people, but... I'm retired and don't want to make things big easily." John handed the wine glass in his hand to Chen Yan, "There are friends of mine in the nearby car modification shop, so I think it's okay to come here. They took my car away, and my friend will try to get it back."

"It's just that I didn't expect that today's young people do things so lightly that they almost killed my dog ​​when they tried to steal a car..."

John talked to himself. After taking a sip, he took a deep breath: "Speaking of which... the kid who took the lead looks a lot like an old friend of mine... I hope it's not his child."

Chen Yan was holding the cup in his hand, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment. He didn't know whether it was because he couldn't drink while wearing a mask, or because...

"Well, actually I think... it's very possible that he is the child of your old friend..." Chen Yan said dryly.

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"Boss, the young master is missing."

Under the dim light, a calm, middle-aged man was in his office, tasting a glass of red wine.

A thug ran over in a panic and said with some panic: "We can't contact the young master. No one answered the young master's mobile phone."

"Joseph...his mother died early, and I gave him everything I had. Maybe it was because of this that I spoiled him..." Vigo sighed softly and said to the thug, "Maybe it's just that I'm doing some exercise with a girl, don't be so surprised next time, okay?"

"But..." The thug was a little anxious. He hesitated to speak, but he seemed to be afraid that his boss would go crazy.

"Huh? What else?" Vigo frowned and asked.

"There is no news about the two brothers beside the young master, and there is no response from the walkie-talkie." The thug said tremblingly at this time.

"..."

Vigo seemed to have thought of something. He turned around slowly and asked softly: "Where did he go during the last report?"

When the thug told the address of the gas station, Vigo's pupils trembled with the naked eye. He muttered something unknown, took out his cell phone from his pocket and checked the map.

"Snapped."

The phone dropped.

Vigo seemed to be trembling as he picked up the cigar from the table, held it in his mouth, and took out a lighter with his other hand, but he couldn't light it.

The thug stepped forward to light the fire for Vigo, but was met with a palm-like slap from Vigo and... a deafening roar.

"Who took him there?!"

"Say! Who is it?!"

"You can't go to that place! Didn't I tell you before?!"

"Bo...Boss..." The thug hurriedly fell to the ground, "I heard that the young master's car ran out of gas, so he went to refuel..."

"By the way? Do you think I'm a fool?" Vigo's voice became colder and colder, "You don't even look at the gas tank when you go out, do you have to go to that place to seek death? Ah?!"

"The young master said at that time that he was indeed interested in someone's Mustang... but the young master said that the man looked ordinary and was probably just an unknown person." The thug hurriedly recalled the phone call with Joseph in the afternoon. I wanted to try my best to explain the conversation I had.

Vigo, on the other hand, was smoking his cigar tremblingly, with smoke blowing out intermittently. Finally, he took off the cigar from his mouth and asked as if he had calmed down: "You said, that unknown person, was driving Mustang.”

"Yes... to be precise, the young master will tell us." The thug nodded and said.

"A nobody can afford to drive a Mustang, and it's a Mustang that even my son will be attracted to when he sees it..." Vigo paced back and forth in the room and slowly said, "Then when my son said he wanted to steal the car, That night, my son lost contact..."

"Do you think a nobody can do it?"

The thug lay on the ground, with big beads of sweat. He raised his head in a panic, trying to defend himself, but found that in Vigo's other hand was a Glock with bullets already loaded. The muzzle of the gun was pressed firmly against his head.

"Nobody...hehe, I should have shot that idiot Joseph into the wall." Vigo almost gritted his molars and said, "As the heir to the Russian gang, doesn't he even know who he can't mess with? !”

"Do you know why I don't let you go to that place?!"

"Because the man who lives in that place could easily destroy us all!"

"I...I don't know...I'm sorry..." The thug waved his hands in panic, "I thought the young master would be fine if he had someone to protect him. What's more, the young master said he was a nobody..."

Vigo laughed angrily, and loudly told the subordinate in front of him, who was as stupid as his stupid son, who they had provoked.

"The Nobody you call..."

"Called John Falk Wick!"