Chapter 205 Brotherhood's Assassination Target

In the grand lobby, a dazzling crystal chandelier hangs from the towering ceiling, and the shimmering light yellow halo illuminates this overly quiet hotel.

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

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

"John Wick... You shouldn't come to the Continental Hotel at this time!"

"I have nowhere to go."

The messy black hair was scattered casually on the side of the ear. The man's eyes turned around casually, and silent figures came into view. He felt several pairs of eyes staring at him.

With a gold coin thrown to the service staff in front of him, he quickly walked towards the hotel elevator.

"Wait John!"

However, the black receptionist hurriedly stopped him.

He looked in the direction of the elevator, his pupils shrank 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 number of floors the elevator was rising.

"The Continental Hotel is 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. People who come to the Continental Hotel are basically world-renowned killers, and the background of the Continental Hotel is the "High Table", the manager of all killer organizations.

The Continental Hotel does not allow any assassination or struggle. This is the rule of the High Table. All killers who dare to take action here will be sanctioned by the High Table, which also means accepting various assassinations from all sides.

"Have you heard of the textile factory?"

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

"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 those legendary monsters?

...

Ninth floor.

As the elevator door opened, four figures jumped out.

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

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

A man and a woman hooked their shoulders and talked about their victory in this mission.

"Hey, man, did you notice the figure at the door of the hotel just now?"

A thin man came over.

His insertion made the two of them alert. Everyone knew what kind of people came to this hotel. Even if they knew the rules here, they subconsciously touched the dagger hidden in their sleeves.

"What?"

"That guy is John Wick!"

"John Wick? The guy who killed three people with a pencil?"

The female killer exclaimed in surprise. This name is well-known in the killer world. In the eyes of killers with average records, that guy has become a god-like existence.

"Hehe, what do you think? Maybe we can join forces. His bounty is enough for the three of us to have a good time 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 who know our own limitations. We can 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 minor characters! Aren't you a bit too cowardly?"

The thin man looked at the female killer who shook her head and refused, with disappointment in his eyes.

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

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

The thin killer still went over to treat the dead horse as a living horse.

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

"..."

The man turned his lifeless eyes and said something inexplicable.

"Have you ever killed an innocent person?"

With his brows furrowed, the skinny killer still said patiently: "Innocent? As a killer, 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 he was bragging, the skinny killer still expressed his thoughts.

"So you must have killed an innocent person?"

"???"

The next moment, before the skinny killer could resolve his doubts, he saw a big hand "coming towards him", which grabbed his head and instantly pulled him aside.

Bang!

Click!

The gunshots in the distance flashed by, and the glass exploded instantly. The head of the thin killer also cracked on the spot like a watermelon as the glass shattered. The bright red watermelon juice mixed with some white liquid splashed on the magnificent carpet of the hotel.

The decadent man instantly fell to the ground, and the gunshots one after another, and the shiny bullets penetrated through.

Obviously, on the opposite side of the hotel, someone seemed to be shooting.

The figure quickly shuttled in the corridor, and there was no panic on the man's 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 ran a few steps, a man and a woman who had walked into the room in front suddenly rushed out. The two of them, one high and one low, shot at the man at the same time.

Faced with the sudden attack, the man kicked the wall with one foot, and the whole person rolled down from the side. When he landed, his hands swung, accompanied by the gunshots, a bullet drew a beautiful arc, and instantly pierced the palm that was below and retracted.

"Ah, fuck!"

The woman wailed in pain, looking at the pistol that fell to the ground, she tried to grab it with her other intact hand.

Bang!

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

The male killer hurriedly retreated back to the room, looking at the 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 gunshot, and the bullet with a certain arc instantly grazed the woman's neck and hit the man behind her.

Plop...

The sound of two bodies falling to the ground came from the room covered with blood.