The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 164 Continental Hotel

No one dared to meet Wes's eyes.

Under Wes's powerful aura, everyone lowered their heads.

Those eyes, which were originally fierce, cunning, or greedy, dared not move in the slightest, for fear of attracting Wes's attention and bringing about their own annihilation.

"Boring. I thought you guys had some special tricks up your sleeves." Wes's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

His words carried a clear sense of disappointment, as if he were extremely dissatisfied with the performance of these people.

This statement wasn't just addressed to the people in front of us, but also to those behind the scenes.

Wes knew perfectly well that whoever had issued the bounty was definitely monitoring the situation here from behind the scenes.

"You've already made your move, which means the war has begun. Be prepared, I'll find you soon."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

As everyone watched Wes's departing figure, they instinctively made way for him.

They were like a flock of tamed sheep, daring not to disobey the lion in the slightest.

"It looks like something big is about to happen," someone whispered, their voice filled with unease.

Everyone felt the oppressive atmosphere of an impending storm; a tense atmosphere permeated the air, making it hard to breathe.

In Washington, at the White House, the Black president asked his staff with displeasure, "What does he mean by this?"

The president's face was grim.

He knew that Weiss's words contained a huge threat that could have unpredictable consequences for the country.

"Sir, he means he won't find out who put the bounty on him..." the aide replied cautiously, his voice trembling slightly.

"Smack!" The black president slammed his hand on the desk, the loud sound echoing throughout the room.

"I don't need you to translate!"

The president roared angrily, his discontent reaching its peak.

"Tell Nick Fury that nothing more will be allowed to happen during my term!" The president's tone was firm and resolute.

He wants to be re-elected.

"Yes, sir!" The staff member quickly contacted S.H.I.E.L.D. to convey the president's request.

On the top floor of the Tri-Wing building at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Nick Fury sat in his office. Wes's words were playing on the screen in front of him. His face was extremely grave, as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Moxxer fuXXer, who posted this bounty? This is a real headache."

I wasn't ready to go to war with Wes, and everything seemed a bit unexpected.

"Natasha, how is the situation now?" Nick Fury asked his men anxiously.

"Chief, the wizard has already headed towards the Continental Hotel," Natasha replied quickly.

"???" Nick Fury looked puzzled and surprised.

"The bounty was issued through a hotel in mainland China. Should we stop him?"

Nick Fury fell into deep thought. He had long wanted to find an opportunity to remove the Continental Hotel, this troublesome thorn in his side, but he had been obstructed by various parties and had ultimately had to give up.

After careful consideration, Nick Fury finally made a decision: "No need. We just need to handle the aftermath and avoid any unnecessary complications."

Weiss then took a taxi to the Continental Hotel.

The exterior of the Continental Hotel is simply magnificent.

However, there are strict rules here: ordinary people are not allowed to enter; it is a place to provide intelligence, weapons, and rest for assassins.

When Wes arrived at the hotel entrance, the doorman saw him and reached out to stop him.

But the moment his eyes met Wes's...

He froze involuntarily, then obediently opened the door for Wes, saying in a slightly ingratiating tone, "It's a pleasure to serve you, sir."

As Wes entered the hotel, a smartly dressed waiter immediately greeted him respectfully, saying, "Mr. Irwin, our manager would like to see you there."

"Lead the way," Wes said expressionlessly.

The waiter led Wes into the VIP room, where a middle-aged man exuding a strong aura of authority had been waiting for some time. Upon seeing Wes enter, the man attempted to exchange polite greetings: "Nice to meet you..."

But Wes interrupted him forcefully, asking directly, "Name."

The middle-aged man's outstretched right hand remained awkwardly frozen in the air, his expression instantly stiffening. He seemed not to have expected Wes to be so direct and rude.

"I think Mr. Irwin is unaware that our Continental Hotel is merely a platform for providing services..."

The middle-aged man tried to explain.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

But Wes had completely lost patience; he couldn't be bothered to listen to his rambling nonsense and stared straight into his eyes.

"Soul-stealing"

The middle-aged man felt as if countless needles were stabbing him wildly in the head, his head throbbing with pain. He screamed in terror, "What did you do?!"

This mainland hotel was simply carrying out orders from its European headquarters.

He watched as Wes completely ignored him and pressed the alarm.

As the alarm sounded, the entire Continental Hotel instantly went into high alert mode, with all doors and windows quickly sealed off, turning it into a completely sealed-off fortress.

Wes walked out of the VIP room.

Everyone in the hotel, whether customers, waiters, or ordinary staff, pointed their guns at him.

What these people didn't notice was an oil lamp floating in the air, with a small flame burning in the wick inside.

Immediately afterwards, strange flames suddenly burst into flames on everyone in the hotel. These flames could not be extinguished by ordinary means. They tried all sorts of methods, such as splashing water and using fire extinguishers, but none of them worked.

Their bodies, like wood engulfed in flames, were quickly burned to charcoal, and a pungent, burnt smell filled the air.

These people know nothing, and they probably won't find the person behind it even if they go to Europe.

As Weiss walked out of the Continental Hotel, he kept thinking to himself.

He understood that these people in the mainland hotel were merely being used as pawns, and they knew very little about the person behind the scenes who actually issued the bounty.

If you rush to Europe like this, you're likely to wander around aimlessly like a headless fly, and ultimately still won't be able to find the mastermind hiding in the shadows.

In this world, I've only had conflicts with S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra.

He couldn't help but wonder if this bounty was orchestrated by S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra.

However, he dared not draw any conclusions easily, since there might be other unknown forces involved.

He looked up at the sky, as if seeking some inspiration.

Finally, he made up his mind: "I'll go to Washington."

(End of this chapter)