Chapter 206 The Power of Eternal Night

The distance is too far.

The Cross's eyes were a little deep. He originally planned to take a rest at the Continental Hotel, but he didn't expect 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 movements nearby, the Cross quickly guessed that the high table, who claimed to be the supreme leader of the killer organization, was obviously hesitating whether to take action.

Huh...

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

Cross, who hated evil and regarded the Destiny Loom as the meaning of his life, 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.

The Cross was not afraid of the killers in the textile factory, but recently, he suddenly found that these guys seemed to have their hands and feet extended to his back-his son Wesley.

This is something he can't tolerate!

Through the hotel's bunker, the Cross quickly crossed the corridor and came to the elevator at the back of the hotel.

Looking at the numbers rolling on the side, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked around subtly.

Ding Dong...

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

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 stopped on him, and each of them took out a pistol. Obviously, the movement above the hotel had attracted their attention.

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

Faced with the provocation from his peers, even if this peer was an existence beyond the world, the high table also showed its fangs.

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

"Sir? Do you know the rules?"

A voice came from the side. Turning his head, it was the black receptionist of the Continental Hotel. At this time, he was serious.

Through some details, Cross saw the nervousness of the man in front of him. Obviously, he was far from being as calm as he seemed.

"I know!"

Seemingly throwing a casual word, Cross turned and left.

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

The clear sky suddenly became cloudy, the wind was howling, and the originally bright alley became extremely dim in a very short time.

The corners of Cross's eyes twitched slightly.

This weird weather change was not the only reason for his stop.

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

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

Looking down, he looked at the armband that was exposed, like a black sun emitting golden light.

"Eternal Night..."

Cross retreated involuntarily. He was naturally familiar with the latest and highest-level assassination warrant of the textile factory.

Because an outstanding assassin had died in that mission, which was extremely rare for the textile factory with a success rate of assassination close to 100%.

For a normal assassin to carry out an assassination mission, the worst result is only the assassination fails and the assassin escapes, but for that mission, Sauron sent two assassins, 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 who kept looking out the window to check the situation.

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

"What's going on?"

Even he couldn't understand the situation in front of him. What happened today was really one thing after another. First, the killers from the textile factory appeared in their Continental Hotel, then a fierce battle broke out, and now the inexplicable change of the weather.

Everything today seemed to reveal some kind of weirdness.

Dinglinglinglingling...

The harsh ringing of the phone attracted the attention of some people, and the black receptionist quickly answered the phone.

His face revealed an unbelievable look, and his eyes looked at the man who slowly walked down 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 walked towards the main entrance of the Continental Hotel.

All the killers looked at the old man with serious eyes. They all meant something to the person in front of them who came 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 tremble with fear!

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

Winston opened the door of the hotel that was originally closed by the killers, and his face was full of bright smiles. He looked at the man walking towards him with a smile.

The pair of scarlet pupils made his hair stand on end, but did not make him take a step back.

"Respected Yongye is visiting, I wonder what you can do for me."

Looking at the smiling man, No. 3 passed by him expressionlessly.

This direct contempt made Winston's face darken instantly.

The other party seemed to be trying to intimidate him!

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

"I have heard that the Continental Hotel is the habitat of killers. Now I see that it is indeed well-deserved!"

Looking at the alert people with interest, No. 3 turned to look at the man who walked back from the gate.

"I guess the high-level table has contacted your company. I wonder why you came here this time. As far as I know, we don't seem to have any intersection with you?"

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

Looking at Winston who dared not show any dissatisfaction, No. 3 thought he was sensible in his heart and said with a smile on his face.

"As a world-renowned killer organization, you must know the textile factory. There is an organization with some unknown looms that has been fulfilling a certain destiny? We are looking for them!"

No. 3 looked directly at the old man. He was listening to the heartbeat of the person in front of him. This mission was ordered by the ancestor, so he naturally had to take it seriously. The person in front of him seemed to be the manager of this Continental Hotel, which was his target.

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

After arriving in America, Lin Jue directly asked him to find the Continental Hotel in New York, saying that here he should find clues to the organization that attacked them before, so he came!

The change in weather was also caused by the ancestor. The ancestor's attention made No. 3 have no worries. Looking at those faces that frightened the world, in his eyes, they were just some delicious blood food.

"Textile factory?"

Winston showed a thoughtful expression, and soon, he apologized helplessly.

"Sorry, this distinguished gentleman, 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 called the cradle of all killers, it has no control over that mysterious organization!"

"Investigate? Oh, I haven't investigated it. This is what the ancestor said personally? Do you want to lie to me... or dare to question the words of the ancestor?"

No. 3 narrowed his eyes slightly, and his red eyes stared directly at the man in front of him who was not surprised by praise or criticism.

Feeling these unreasonable words, Winston was furious, but he stopped his men who had already revealed their murderous intentions behind him. His old face was full of smiles. The other party did not investigate them, but they investigated the other party!

The huge corporate industry, the arms organization independent of the country, and the mysterious and unpredictable Duke Yongye, who was almost created as a god by legend. This suddenly rising behemoth is far from as simple as he sees on the surface.

They did not fail to receive the task of assassinating the top leaders of Yongye, but all of them were rejected by the elders of the high table, especially the elders in Europe, who were very afraid of Yongye.

They did not even know that Yongye had a conflict with the textile factory, but the other party came here directly, obviously relying on something.

Winston glanced at a figure from the corner of his eye. He was considering whether to reveal the identity of the man, but the person in front of him was too arrogant. If he told everything, wouldn’t he lose face?

“… I dare not.”

Bang!

The glass of the door burst in an instant, and in Winston’s shocked eyes, the turbid and dark blood splashed on his face.

He looked at No. 3 who was shot in the head in disbelief.

The lobby was silent at this moment, and everyone was stunned to see the change in the situation in front of them. A guy who made the mainland hotel managers greet him with a smile was shot in the head in front of them?

On the other side, the pupils of the cross shrank sharply, and his eyes looked out of the window in astonishment. A figure passed by him. He couldn't believe that the guy dared to attack the people of Yongye. Didn't they know how powerful these guys were?

Did the killers of the textile factory recognize the identity of No. 3? The cross dared to guarantee that the force that made the textile factory feel the crisis for the first time, how could they not recognize it?

That bright and unique armband was too conspicuous!

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, wiped the blood off his face, and 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 up an exaggerated arc.