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During the day the next day, the weather was calm, and the Continental Hotel was still busy with singing and dancing. Killers from all over the United States continued to check in here. Killers all love the Continental Hotel because fighting of any kind is prohibited here and bloodshed is never allowed. This is an iron rule!

Of course, this is not just for killers from high-level tables. Killers from other organizations or gangs also need to abide by this rule. Killers are all insecure guys, so they are quite happy to have such an absolutely safe place. What's more, the Continental Hotel also has a complete industrial chain dedicated to serving killers, and it is also the favorite of many killers. Of course, it is also a problem that the Continental Hotel does not accept payment in any currency other than high-table gold coins. This also leads to the fact that in the dark world, the gold coins on the high table have always been strong.

Whether it is the High Table or Hannibal, it seems that they have reached a tacit understanding that the war will take place at night.

The police didn't see anything unusual during the day either.

But after six o'clock, as soon as the sun went down, a large number of police suddenly appeared in the neighborhoods surrounding the Continental Hotel. Then they knocked on the doors and informed the surrounding residents that there was a gas leak in the area and that they needed to be evacuated.

As for why the evacuation started so early...it's because the Yankees, like all ghosts, seriously lack basic discipline. Even if the police come to the door, these guys will push if they can. If they can't push, they will beep all kinds of things and just don't want to leave. It's not that they don't know the dangers of gas leaks, it's that these guys have an innate confidence that even if a disaster happens, it won't happen to them.

Really, even though Kai has lived in the United States for so many years, he still can't understand where this wonderful self-confidence of Momi comes from.

Some were more angry and even brought out lawyers, saying that this was a private place and they had no right to evict people...

All in all, it was such a mess that the people in the surrounding neighborhoods were finally moved away. Kay then asked the police to block all entrances and prohibit anyone from entering or exiting. Then forget about it.

No one is allowed to enter or leave this area today.

And something interesting happened, that is, the reporter didn't come.

This is a very rare thing in New York. New York is not an international city at all. Whenever something big happens, there will be piles of reporters, like green-haired flies smelling feces. I don’t know. Why are there a bunch of them?

But unfortunately, reporters all over the city seemed unable to see such a big move by the police today.

After Kai noticed this, he immediately felt that he had made the right choice!

This is so much energy!

Of course, this cannot be achieved by the energy of the Gaotai Table family. After all, this is New York. Gaotai Table does not have the ability to cover the sky with its own hands, and there are definitely other forces helping. As for why these forces are helping... the name 'Hannibal' is enough!

Don't forget the dirty water Tony poured on Hannibal.

As the saying goes, no one can resist the temptation of "rejuvenating".

“Then let’s see how many people jump out tonight.

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Night falls, it's still very cold in New York in March, and unfortunately, it snows tonight.

There was not a single pedestrian on the silent street, and the road was eerily deserted. Some killers staying in the Continental Hotel immediately felt something bad. This atmosphere... something big was going on! So the insecure killers prepare their weapons to deal with dangers that may arise at any time.

There are some smart people after all, look around. Except for the Continental Hotel, which was still brightly lit, the entire area was dark. The Continental Hotel seems to be like a beacon standing in the darkness. It should be as conspicuous as possible!

This is a bad thing!

Although they didn't understand what happened, these people could immediately understand that they were coming for the Continental Hotel!

We must leave quickly!

Everyone is not stupid. If they dare to confront the Continental Hotel, how can their background be so small?

Unfortunately, I can't get out.

The Continental Hotel stopped everyone.

"I'm very sorry. Due to emergencies, the hotel is now open and closed." Wednesday led people to block the door of the hotel.

"Continental Hotel plans to violate a century-old tradition?" a killer said very dissatisfied.

Wednesday was not angry about this: "Of course not! The Continental Hotel will always be the Continental Hotel. But to avoid unnecessary harm, everyone can go back to their rooms and we will ensure your safety."

After saying that, Wednesday waved his hand and Solomon came over with several boxes. When the box is opened, it contains all the gold coins from the high table.

"Of course, if you are willing to help the Continental Hotel and Gaotai Table defend against the enemy, these are the rewards. Not only that, Gaotai Table will also record a special contribution to all the VIPs who help."

Gold coins and so on are actually very empty. The gold content of Gaotai Table's gold coins is very high, but the cost of gold coins is definitely far lower than the price represented by the gold coins. Gaotai Table is playing a currency war in the dark world. Just minting coins every year is enough for them to make a lot of money.

So what is really valuable is special contributions. Why did Daredevil John leave the high table back then? Isn't it because he made enough special contributions?

The High Table, like all similar organizations, has no barriers to entry, and it's easy to get out... There are really very few killers who have graduated in recent years, and Night Stalker John is the only one in these years. Of course, special contributions are not limited to this. In short, there are many ways to use it, it just depends on how the holder uses it. All in all, the gold content is very high.

Some fools were tempted. The real smart people immediately turned around and went to the room. It was too stupid to have a conflict with the high table here. Anyway, let's see. If they really have to escape, they will naturally find a way to leave. As for living and dying with the high table... No one is stupid!

Wednesday did not stop them, but waited at the gate.

When the hands of the big clock in the hall reached twelve o'clock.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps on the street.

The footsteps were particularly clear in the silent street, like a drum beating in everyone's heart.

Hannibal still appeared on the street outside the Continental Hotel in an elegant suit, black tie, and black gloves.

Almost the moment he appeared, several red dots aimed at him and fell on his head, chest and abdomen. But his steps were not disordered at all, and he continued to walk towards the Continental Hotel.

Wednesday saw his enemy coming, and he also opened the door and stood at the gate with a group of fully armed men.

"Hannibal?"

Hannibal looked at the man in front of him with interest, and suddenly he looked familiar.

"Have we met before? Let me think... Yes, it's in this hotel. I have seen this face, but he has an eye patch. What's his name? Winston? Yes, that should be the name. You look the same as him, it seems you are related."

Wednesday's face twitched, his brother... was killed, and the murderer almost couldn't remember his appearance.

"Why?"

"What?"

"I don't remember that our high table has provoked you, why do you want to deal with us?" This is not only Wednesday's doubt, but also the people inside the high table are also confused... After all, they are not fools, why do they provoke Hannibal for no reason? Although the high table claims to dare to kill anyone, that's just talk. Let's not talk about anything else, do they dare to kill the president of the United States? Let alone the president of the United States, in fact, they dare not touch the heads of state with a little international influence, otherwise it will definitely cause a great backlash.

This world has its own rules. The high table sounds awesome, but in this rule, they are just small fish. It is enough for them to eat shrimps, but the big fish can eat them at any time.

Hannibal showed a puzzled expression.

"You are killers! You are scums and scum. Do I need a reason to kill you?"

Hannibal seemed to be telling a truth.

Wednesday's face suddenly darkened. This is a madman!

Almost at the moment when Kai's voice fell, several snipers fired directly after a simple countdown.

The silencer made the gunshots less obvious, but they were clearly audible on such a night.

With a puff, some bullets hit the ground behind him, and some hit the ground in front of him, but Kai's figure had disappeared.

The commander of this sniper operation seemed to be not surprised by this. In the next moment, he even determined Kai's position and simply ordered: "Northwest, twelve o'clock."

The men behind Wednesday also pulled the trigger!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Gunshots rang out! Seven or eight MP7s fired a barrage of bullets.

Kai was a little surprised to reveal his figure. He didn't expect the other party to find him so quickly. Facing the overwhelming bullets, Kai's figure moved quickly in the dark, but still remained within the limit of normal people, but his movements were very erratic.

He seemed to be walking in the rain, and the "raindrops" in the sky did not touch him at all. All the bullets were dodged by him in an extremely strange way!

"Mr. Wednesday!" The judge saw that ordinary bullets might not be of any use to this man! So he decisively turned over the first trump card.

Wednesday opened his windbreaker and revealed the silver-white revolver at his waist.

This pistol is called the "Saint Killer". An unknown holy object, a collection of the "Elder", the Saint Killer is said to be made by the angel of death and can kill anything! Not only that, it also has unlimited bullets, so don't look at it as a revolver, but it actually does not need to be reloaded.

This was given to Wednesday by the ‘elders’ in recognition of his decades of consistent service, and was a reward for his loyalty.

Bang!

A bullet shot out directly from the muzzle with a strong light, drawing a silver line in the night sky, hitting Hannibal’s forehead.

Hannibal’s eyes widened!

There was a trace of disbelief on his face.

Wednesday showed a trace of contempt on his face, and then put away the gun handsomely. He turned around and planned to return to his brother’s old room to have a drink to commemorate his brother.

But just as he turned around, everyone present looked like they had seen a ghost.

He turned his head quickly.

He found that Hannibal had climbed up from the ground, and the bullet hole on his forehead had healed.

“What is that?” Hannibal pointed at the gun and asked.

Wednesday’s face showed panic. He had never seen such a thing, and the Saint Killer never missed!

Of course, what he didn't know was that the Saint Killer did not miss, and Hannibal was indeed killed just now...

But the problem is that Hannibal has always been just a clone of Kai. If the clone is killed... can't he just replace it with another one? But that gun did give Kai a bad feeling! If his real body was here... he would really die!

This is a feeling Kai hasn't felt for many years!

Wednesday raised the muzzle of the gun in fear and shot desperately!

This time, Kai, well, Hannibal, was no longer arrogant. He turned into a shadow and appeared behind Wednesday. Wednesday reacted quickly. Almost the moment Hannibal appeared behind him, he planned to turn the gun around, but he didn't expect Hannibal to grab the hand holding the gun, and a finger was inserted into the trigger, so Wednesday couldn't pull the trigger at all.

The moment Wednesday's hand holding the gun was grabbed, his other hand quickly grabbed a hand axe from behind him and chopped Hannibal's head fiercely!

Hannibal flipped his other hand, and a dark short sword appeared in his hand to block the hand axe.

"Sniper! Shoot! The same goes for others!" The commander hiding in the dark saw this scene and immediately called on the sniper and other snipers to shoot. Although it may not be possible to kill Hannibal, it can delay and contain him, and then give Wednesday a better opportunity to attack.

But at this time, several black shadows suddenly shot out from Hannibal's waist, cuffs and collar.

Then the shadows flew in the air, quickly passing through the gunmen, and then flew back, dancing in front of Hannibal, but it was these chaotic shadows that helped Kai block all the sniper bullets.

At this time, the gunmen who were scratched by the shadows suddenly relaxed and fell to the ground.

All dead!

"Can you tell me now... what's going on with this gun?"

At this time, Wednesday could also see what the shadows were, which were pieces of strangely shaped blades. One of them was now lowering his throat.

Of course, Wednesday couldn't surrender so spinelessly, but shouted at the top of his voice: "Sloan!!!"

Bang!

A very distant gunshot sounded.

Hannibal was immediately attracted to it, and he looked up in the direction of the gunshot.

Then the hell happened.

A bullet flew towards him with an extremely irregular trajectory. In Hannibal's eyes, the bullet was crooked, but just when Hannibal thought the bullet was going to miss, the bullet turned sharply and hit his temple!

Then Hannibal's body was blown away by the huge kinetic energy!

What's the matter with this bullet?

The trajectory is weird, the turn is weird, but how can it accelerate?

And a few blocks away from here, on the roof of a building, Wesley's eyes also left the scope.

The sniper rifle he used was modified by the Mutual Aid Association, and the bullet was also handmade by the best bullet expert. The weird trajectory and acceleration just now were due to this special bullet.

Fox was holding a telescope to observe Wesley.

Fox ignored Wesley's inquiring eyes and took out the phone to call Sloan.

She reported what had just happened in the most concise language.

Sloan's face was black over there, and he said why would the high table ask him for help!

It feels like they have encountered such an enemy!

"Come back! Immediately! He is not someone we can deal with now, we must collect enough intelligence!" If they continue to deal with this kind of enemy, they don't know how many people they will lose. The Mutual Aid Society doesn't have so many good players to lose.

"Understood!" Fox also thought so. There was something wrong with their previous intelligence. In this case, giving up the mission is the best choice. Although the assassins of their Mutual Aid Society are fearless, that is to complete the mission. If they can't complete it even if they die, and they still have to fight hard, then it is not fearless, but stupid.