My lover is this organization

Qin Wuque immediately woke up and raised his head. He saw the bright sunshine under the azure sky falling on the shoulders of the silver-haired beauty, coating the three thousand silver strands with a layer of gorgeous golden special effects.

Gin didn't sit down by the fountain like this guy, because her hair was too long. If she sat down, it would be dragged into the water, but it would be troublesome and inconvenient to hold her hair, so she just stood.

She looked sideways into the distance and raised her chin slightly: "He's here."

"Oh?"

Qin Wuque, who had been waiting for a long time and was already bored, immediately stood up from the edge of the fountain when he heard the words and looked into the distance following the gaze of Captain Qin.

And then... nothing was seen.

"Where?" Qin Wuque asked, scratching his head.

"Your four o'clock position, black suit, long hair parted in the middle, about 1.85 meters tall, with a beard on his cheeks..."

As Gin reported each physical feature, Qin Wuque quickly and successfully locked onto his target.

Just twenty meters below them, on the stairs, a night demon in a suit and leather shoes walked up the stairs. He was also dressed in pure black, and he did not blend in with the surrounding style at all.

"This is the Night Devil." Qin Wuque muttered to himself, "I don't think he looks particularly scary..."

"You are judging a person by his appearance." The silver-haired beauty looked at him helplessly. "Although I have never actually had any contact with this Night Devil before, it is said that all the rumors about him are basically true, and they are even diluted... He once killed three people in a bar with just a pencil."

"I can do it too."

After Qin Wuque finished speaking, he bent his legs and kicked them without looking back, jumped onto the edge of the fountain accurately, and then took a deep breath.

Seeing this, Gin's expression suddenly changed, and he took a small step back in a farther direction as if possessed by a ghost, and quickly turned his head as if looking around at the scenery.

As expected, the next moment, a dog's powerful voice resounded throughout the Venice Square.

"Zhang Weike! We are here!!!"

"..."

In an instant, more than 50% of the people in the square focused their attention on the sound.

Some were curious about who was shouting so loudly, while others were attracted by the name "John Wick".

But the most shocked was the Night Stalker himself, especially when John Wick saw the yellow funny mask waving at him madly on the edge of the fountain, his original determination was slightly shaken.

Wait, is this cheerful idiot really the same person who threatened to kill everyone at the high table on the phone the night before last?

Although he was skeptical, since it was his own order after all, the Night Devil had no choice but to walk up to him, nodded and said hello.

“Ciao.”

"Hey!" Qin Wuque patted his shoulder familiarly, motioning to the silver-haired beauty who was still pretending to look around, "Let me introduce you, this is the director of the executive department of our organization, and also my direct superior. You can call her Qin..."

"Just call me GIN." Gin reacted in time and spoke before Qin Wuque.

"Gin?" John Wick immediately realized that this should be a code name.

"So what are our plans now?" Qin Wuque was not embarrassed by being interrupted. He scratched his face and suggested, "How about we go find that rich old woman right now?"

"No, we have to prepare some necessary equipment first." The silver-haired beauty rejected it outright. "We are not sure that Gianna de Antonio will agree to our request, so we must ensure that we have enough firepower to break out safely."

"You can do without it, but you can't live without it." Qin Wuque touched his chin and felt that this sentence was familiar.

The next second, the silver-haired beauty frowned slightly: "But I am not familiar with Rome, and I have basically never been here before, so I don't know the location of the black market, but I think the Night Demon should know it."

John Wick looked deeply at the strange duo.

"of course."

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I originally wanted to write until the end of the shopping session, but I haven’t had lunch yet and I’m starving. I really can’t write anymore, so I’ll write tomorrow. (Crying cat head)

Chapter 128 Needs More RPG!

As the common middleman for more than 70% of the world's killers, Continental Hotel's services may not be the highest quality and most conscientious, but they are definitely the most comprehensive.

From intelligence to equipment, to entertainment and medical care, basically whatever you need, mainland hotels can provide the corresponding services.

The prerequisite is that you have to have money.

In order to better monopolize the killer market, Continental Hotel has established chain branches in almost all relatively economically developed cities around the world. Even in Rome, the capital of a country, the branches are located on the side of the Monument to Victor Emmanuel II.

It was originally a central museum.

The architectural style is still the traditional Roman art. From the outside, it basically looks like a European angular version of Fujian Tulou, highlighting a heaviness, stability and solemnity.

The most obvious thing is that today, when hotel doors are commonly made of revolving doors and glass spring doors, the Continental Hotel in Rome still uses heavy super-large iron doors. Those who know the business know that this is the Continental Hotel in Rome, while those who don't probably think they have traveled to the gate of the Zoldyck family in Hunter x Hunter.

That's a door that requires two tons of thrust to barely open.

"It's quite close." Qin Wuque couldn't help but say as he looked up at the hotel door in front of him, which was tightly closed and carved with various exquisite patterns.

Although Gin beside him didn't say anything, judging from the very slightly raised eyebrows, it was obvious that he had the same idea.

The Night Devil glanced at the two of them, stretched out his hand and slowly pushed open the door of the hotel: "Come in."

"Oh haha~"

As soon as he entered the hotel lobby, the full modern atmosphere hit Qin Wuque's face.

Different from the heavy and historic exterior seen before, the interior decoration of the hotel can be described as luxurious. A crystal chandelier that is many times larger than the one seen in Beihu Hotel hangs high above the lobby, like a giant queen of flowers growing upside down on the ceiling. Various small crystal chandeliers can be seen everywhere as if they are free of charge, making the entire lobby sparkle.

The receptionist at the front desk was a tall black girl who spoke in a rhythmic Italian-English accent. She said to Qin Wuque and the others, "Welcome to the Rome Continental Hotel. How can I help you?"

"I want a room." John Wick took out a round gold coin from his pocket and pushed it to the front desk.

Qin Wuque took a cursory glance from the side, then followed suit, took out a one-euro coin from his mouth and pushed it over, speaking very seriously.

"Me too."

"..."

"..."

In an instant, the entire hotel front desk fell silent.

The black girl at the reception desk took a look at the one-euro coin that was glittering under the light from overhead, and said with some difficulty, "I'm sorry, sir. Mr. Wick is using gold coins issued by our Continental Hotel. If you want to pay in currency, we can also provide card or cash payment services."

"what?"

Qin Wuque was stunned for a moment, and then he snatched both coins in a speed that no one could react to. Then he compared the coins under the light and was dumbfounded.

"It seems... a little different, but this gold coin looks familiar to me. I remember I collected a lot of them before..."

"Are there so many? Didn't you say that you have never cooperated with mainland hotels?" The silver-haired beauty came up from the side with narrowed eyes and said.

"There are quite a lot." Qin Wuque showed an embarrassed expression on his face. "I have killed many gangster killers when I took jobs before. When Sanguang searched the family assets, he found quite a lot. If you pile them up, they would probably be as big as two dirty laundry buckets."

"Where are the gold coins now?" Gin asked.

"It was melted down and sold..."

"sold?!"

There was a look of shock on everyone's face; even the normally expressionless Night Devil couldn't help but be moved.

Qin Wuque covered his face on the spot: "There is no mainland hotel in Los Santos, so how could I know what it was? I thought it was something like game coins in the game hall. It turned out to be made of pure gold. At that time, I happened to be penniless, so I melted them all into gold bars and sold them for money."

"Didn't the person who helped you melt the gold tell you what it was?" Gin found it unbelievable.

"No... I found a way to make a fire and melt the gold myself, because I didn't have the money to hire someone to do it for me..."

"you……"

Gin didn't know what to say. A strong feeling of disappointment arose in her heart: "Then why don't you use your brain to think of a game hall that can use pure gold as game currency, and allow almost all gangster killers to hold this currency?"

Qin Wuque scratched his head: "I was also very curious why the gangster killer liked to go to the game hall and collected so many game coins, but I couldn't figure it out and didn't know who to ask, so I didn't think about it..."

The night demon beside him couldn't stand it anymore.

Although after Qin Wuque's detailed explanation he could understand why the current situation had happened by accident, but when he heard that two whole dirty laundry buckets of Continental Hotel gold coins had been melted into gold bars and sold on the black market, he couldn't help but feel so heartbroken that even his breathing was choked.

It's like gold originally worth four tons suddenly depreciated to four kilograms.

He had no choice but to take out two more gold coins from his pocket and push them to the front desk: "Open two more rooms."

"Ok."

The receptionist took the two gold coins and was about to reach out to Qin Wuque to take the one he wanted, but he heard the silver-haired beauty next to him say.

"No need, just open two rooms."

Ok?

Qin Wuque was stunned and was about to turn around to ask a question, but suddenly he felt a soft hand patting his shoulder gently, and the faint voice of Captain Qin came from his side again.

"I'll just share a room with this guy. We won't be staying for too long anyway, and it also saves him from doing something stupid in your hotel late at night."

"I see."

The girl at the front desk looked disbelieving for a moment when she heard this, but she finally nodded, accepted the two gold coins, and took out two room cards from under the counter.

John Wick took the room card, handed one of them to Qin Wuque, exchanged it for the gold coin, and asked the front desk: "Is the sommelier in there?"

At this time, the front desk had returned to normal. She stretched out her hand to indicate the closed wooden door on the right behind her: "He has always been here."

"Ok."

"……what?"

Qin Wuque initially thought that the Night Demon was planning to have a couple of drinks to calm himself down before getting down to business, but he soon realized that his idea was completely wrong.

Because this is a Continental Hotel, the so-called "wine taster" is not a real wine taster, and the "wine cellar" is not a literal wine cellar.

As the tightly closed wooden door of the wine cellar was pushed open from the outside, the fragrant aroma of wine immediately hit us.

The uniformed sommelier stood politely behind the counter. On the wall behind him, a dazzling array of weapons, comparable to those of the Armed Nation in Los Santos, were arranged on the shelves. Many of them were weapons of mass destruction that could only be obtained by the military. Gin, who was accustomed to fiddling with all kinds of firearms, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

Moreover, Qin Wuque looked back and forth like Granny Liu who first entered the Grand View Garden.

It wasn't because he was frightened by such a rich reserve of weapons, but because he was really curious -

Why don't I see any RPGs for sale?

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Melt... melt... forget it, I can’t really tell the difference. The gold nugget should be melted, after all, it is the melting point.

The second update is in progress~~~

Chapter 129: The Wine Taster's Blood Pressure Rises

The sommelier was a pure Italian, with all the appearance features of a European.

Whether it's the high nose bridge, the sunken eye sockets, the awesome forehead wrinkles, or the face that looks like bleached Lays Italian Red Stew potato chips.

He originally had his back to the wine cellar door, and slowly turned around when he heard the sound of someone pushing the door open. However, when his eyes met the person who came in, a hint of surprise flashed in his deep blue eyes, and then he quickly calmed down and bowed slightly politely.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wick, long time no see."

"Yeah, long time no see."

Unlike Qin Wuque and Gin, John Wick and the sommelier obviously had a good relationship, so the tones of both of them could be considered familiar.

After a brief greeting, the sommelier turned his gaze to Gin, who was standing aside with his arms folded, looking at the various guns on the counter with a scrutinizing look, and Qin Wuque, who was leaning against the counter with a bored look on his face, staring at the fluorescent lights above his head.

"Perhaps I am talking too much, but it seems that these two came with Mr. Wick."

"Yes." The Night Devil nodded slightly, "So we want to... taste it."

"no problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sommelier quickly walked to the pistol area on the right end of the counter, quickly took two Glock pistols from the shelf and handed them to John Wick, his tone of pride as if he knew them all.

"I know you used to like German flavors, but here I sincerely recommend a new Austrian flavor, Glock 0.34 and 0.26, with a revised grip and a bottom-expanded Magwell, which makes loading easier and... more in line with the gun-holding posture you are accustomed to."

English with a strong Italian flavor kept coming out of the sommelier's mouth. He was not only talking to his old friend, but also to the other two people beside him.

Especially a guy who came in, took a quick look, then leaned against the counter and started to stare blankly.

That posture was so fucking sarcastic, I was just short of adding that the stuff here is really terrible.

Every profession has its own pride, and as a sommelier at the Continental Hotel, although he should not have any antagonistic emotions towards customers according to professional ethics, this does not mean that he can tolerate someone looking down on his level as a sommelier.