My lover is this organization

Winston was shocked by his shamelessness for two seconds, then slowly shook his head.

He took off his reading glasses and said, "You have no right to ask me to do anything, Mr. Antonio. The Continental Hotel in New York is my territory. I have the final say. And... I have some unfortunate news to tell you, Mr. Antonio. Just two hours ago, your sister, Ms. Gianna, expelled you from the Antonio family. So in a sense, the reason you can still step into the Continental Hotel is because I haven't told my men about this news yet."

"What!?" Santino was stunned, all the anger and impatience were frozen on his face at this moment.

He seemed in disbelief at what had happened to him.

The elderly hotel manager made a farewell gesture and said, "So Mr. Santino, I ask you to leave now, face the mistakes you have made, and accept the ending you deserve like a man."

"No, I won't leave the hotel!" Santino said angrily.

"Are you looking for a safe haven to shelter from the wind?" Winston raised the corners of his wrinkled mouth, his eyes seemed to be somewhat sarcastic, "But it seems to me that the Continental Hotel can't keep you safe."

"What's the meaning?!"

As soon as Santino finished speaking, the sound of dense footsteps came from the stairs above his head.

He looked up in shock, and a long flowing black trench coat came into his sight.

As if he had noticed something, the other party also lowered his head.

When their eyes met, the Yongran pupil master waved in greeting.

"Hello again, here's Johnny~"

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So why didn't Zhang Weike use this solution in the original novel? It's mysterious...

The second update may be a little late~

Chapter 147 Double Standards

If he hadn't been so frightened, Santino thought he would have just screamed like a little girl.

He tried his best to open his eyes as wide as possible and opened his mouth as wide as possible, as if he was determined to dislocate his jaw, but he couldn't utter a word and looked like a dehydrated dead fish.

He couldn't understand how it was possible for someone to be shot in the head at close range by a 5.56mm automatic rifle and still survive intact?

At that distance, even wearing the most advanced bulletproof helmet may not guarantee safety.

Maybe the armor won’t be penetrated and the head will be smashed, but... at least a concussion is inevitable.

What's more, he clearly remembered that the other person was wearing nothing on his face except that ridiculous mask!

How can a bullet in the head remain intact in this river?

Santino couldn't believe it.

This is not some ever-burning pupil magician, this is clearly an immortal monster!

Winston also raised his head and looked upwards. After seeing the fully-armed Night Stalker and the Judge beside him, a hint of understanding flashed in his slightly turbid old eyes.

He deliberately said slowly: "Mr. Santino, it seems that your friends are here to see you."

"No, it shouldn't be like this..."

Driven by fear, Santino subconsciously stepped back slowly.

However, before he could take two steps back, he was stopped by the dining table behind him.

Feeling a hard object against his lower back, Santino let out an embarrassing scream of fear, as if what was pressing against his waist was not the edge of a table, but a high-powered shotgun that could cut him in half with just one pull of the trigger.

Qin Wuque walked down the stairs, his palm brushing across the smooth wooden handrail of the stairs, and he looked around from top to bottom.

The so-called executive lounge actually functions a bit like a bar, and its main service is alcoholic beverages.

However, unlike bars, bars are positioned to be open to everyone, and except for some quiet bars, the environment in most bars is extremely noisy, with dim lighting, flashing stage laser lights, and all kinds of light pollution. It can be considered a place for young people to release excess energy and stress.

The atmosphere inside the executive lounge is more like that of a cafe. There is no blasting electronic music and no light pollution. It is a place where people can sit down and read a newspaper. In addition to alcoholic beverages, if guests want food, this can also be provided.

Qin Wuque was not familiar with the internal configuration of mainland hotels, so he had no idea what the executive lounge was. At least no one stopped him on his way here.

However, judging from the number of tables and chairs arranged and the number of people present, he guessed that the executive lounge was not a place that anyone could come to.

But...it doesn't matter.

Qin Wuque walked down the stairs and staggered to Santino, who was almost sitting on the table, looking down at him.

He deliberately reached out his hand and touched the back of his head in front of the latter and said: "Sorry, my head is just too hard, even rifle bullets can't penetrate it."

What do you mean it can't be penetrated? It's obvious that it can't be killed at all!

Under normal circumstances, Santino would definitely say this, but now he was completely scared. If it weren't for the last bit of stubborn dignity pulling at his nerve called reason, he would probably have his legs gone soft and sat on the ground, shitting and pissing, crying and shouting, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Even so, his legs were trembling, and if it weren't for the support of the table, he wouldn't even be able to stand steadily.

At this moment, a slightly petite figure suddenly stood in front of Santino, separating the two of them.

It's Ares.

This girl, who was born without language ability but was very good at fighting, stood up at the critical moment.

Although she did not participate in any direct battle in the Soul Image Museum, her neck was injured by Qin Wuque's grab when he smashed the mirror. Several sharp pieces of glass were directly pinched in Qin Wuque's palm and pierced into the back of her neck, causing blood to flow.

Ares did not have the abnormal recovery ability of someone who could revive even after having his head blown off. As soon as she arrived at the hotel and settled her employer, she immediately rushed to the "infirmary" built into the Continental Hotel. After quickly treating the injury on her neck, she rushed back without stopping. As a result, when she arrived, she saw her employer being pressed into a corner and looked like he was about to be beaten.

"Hey? Is that you, girl?"

Qin Wuque recognized at a glance the heroic young lady whom he had accidentally grabbed and lifted up in the mirror room. When his eyes moved down and touched the thick bandage wrapped around her neck, he couldn't help but sound embarrassed.

"I'm a little sorry to say this, but I didn't intend to catch you in the mirror room..."

The taciturn heroic young lady looked at him in surprise and doubt, and obviously recognized this guy who should have been shot in the head and sent to the west. Her left hand flew flexibly and signed quickly - it doesn't matter, but why are you still alive?

"Oh, just a fatal injury..." Qin Wuque sneered and looked up at the sky with disdain.

Then he turned to look at the Night Devil behind him: "By the way, Lao Zhang, what did this girl say?"

Although the term "old john" was quite unfamiliar, John Wick's attention was now focused on a certain Italian young man with a terrified face. The fierce light in his eyes almost solidified. For a moment, Qin Wuque even thought that Zhang Wick would suddenly jump up and shoot Santino on the spot.

But he just said solemnly: "Just make her lose her ability to move."

There is no grudge between the killers. They attack each other only because of their different positions. Apart from the factor of position, any killer can become very good friends.

“Oh, wait a minute.” Winston, who had been silent, could no longer remain silent. He stretched out a hand and said to John Wick earnestly, “Jonathan, I think you should still remember the rules of the Continental Hotel. Killing is prohibited in the Continental Hotel…”

"Of course I remember." The Night Devil whispered.

At this time, Santino, who was so scared that he collapsed on the table, suddenly woke up and realized, "Yes, John, killing is prohibited in the Continental Hotel. You can't kill me here. Now the blood contract is invalid. You are free, John. You should leave instead of continuing to chase me like a nightmare. John, I mean it..."

"So we have prepared a backup plan." Qin Wuque raised his hand proudly.

With a crisp snap of her fingers, Miss Judge took a step forward and raised her head slightly: "In accordance with the will of the High Table, all services at the New York Continental Hotel will be suspended in the next five minutes. Hotel manager, do you have any objection?"

"NO, I have not."

In Santino's dull eyes, the elderly manager who had said that the Continental Hotel was his territory and he had the final say just a second ago shrugged meaninglessly.

The next moment, Ares, who was standing between the two of them, was knocked away by Qin Wuque's punch.

Almost at the same moment, John Wick's gun fired.

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Shit, when I was rewatching JW3 just now, I suddenly realized that the sign of the sushi restaurant opened by the Japanese ninja said "Heike". Heike BOY...

Chapter 148 We are a regular hotel!

A blood-red round hole suddenly appeared between Santino de Antonio's eyebrows. An expression of extreme fear and disbelief was frozen on his face, as if he could never have imagined that his ending would be like this.

He thought he could use a blood contract to make the Night Demons surrender and allow himself to ascend to the throne of the High Table Council.

He thought he was a master chess player who could control everyone perfectly in his hands.

But he didn't expect that in this world there is no such thing as a chess player or a chess piece.

The so-called relationship between chess players and chess pieces is either voluntary or forced.

But what else could force a Night Demon who has lost everything and only wants to retire and live a peaceful life to do?

and so.

Santino is dead.

The death was rather hasty, one could even say it was anticlimactic.

He is like the villain in a game, movie or TV series, who advances the overall plot and causes influence in every detail. However, when facing the finale, his fate is even worse than that of a common soldier.

Those assassins who rushed to the art gallery at least died on the way with guns.

As for Santino... he was pushed all the way back to his hometown, and was finally shot dead in his hometown of Wenquan, which he thought was his last straw and should have been absolutely safe.

It was simply too dramatic, and perfectly confirmed the lyrics in Xue Mouqian's "Some Eight Weirdos".

——Some people can do nothing without their titles.

"How crude and rude." Looking at Santino's horrible corpse lying on the dining table, Qin Wuque couldn't help but smack his lips. "I thought you would at least judge him with words, transform into a saigonjuka to enumerate his sins, and finally pinch his neck, stare at him with the Ghost Rider's death gaze, and then put his head in the microwave to cook it."

"...That's good." John Wick pulled the corner of his mouth.

He didn't find Qin Wuque's statement funny, but he was expressing his disdain for Santino.

"Okay~" Qin Wuque shrugged and turned to face everyone, "What should we do next? Have a meal here?"

"I'm afraid that's not possible. The New York Continental Hotel is currently out of operation." Miss Judge said calmly.

"What should we do then?" Qin Wuque had a subtle expression.

"Nothing happened." The Steel Judge didn't look at him, but instead cast his gaze at the old man who was still sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, without even moving his butt.

"Winston, have your men take away the bodies, and then your hotel can resume operation."

"of course."

The elderly hotel manager snapped his fingers crisply, and immediately four or five staff members in work uniforms, carrying bags, buckets, rags and mops, came down from the stairs at the entrance above the executive lounge. They walked silently among Qin Wuque and others like ghosts.

They came to the dining table and deftly took out plastic wrap from their bags. They wrapped the corpse in layers of plastic wrap, tied it up like a mummy and placed it aside. Then they began to clean up. They looked naturally not surprised at all throughout the whole process, as if such a thing was just a normal thing.

Winston just sat on the sofa from beginning to end, calmly drinking a cocktail that seemed to never end.

He took a sip of the cocktail, smiled and raised his glass gently: "I think you are all tired from the journey. The hotel hot spring is open today. Why don't you take a bath to relax your body first, and then have a good meal?"

"Of course, these are all at my expense," the old man added.

"You're being honest. I really like that." Qin Wuque nodded seriously. "It turns out that Mo Winston is the one who knows me well. We've been through many dangers along the way, so now I'm really exhausted, with backaches and leg cramps. I just hope that a beautiful Cuban lady with a goblet on her beautiful buttocks can give me a full body massage... Ouch!"

Before this guy could finish his words, he was hit hard with the handle of a pistol by the expressionless silver-haired beauty behind him, and he couldn't help but scream on the spot.

"Ah, well...we are a regular hotel." The smile on Winston's face paused slightly, and his eyes subtly turned to the night demon in military uniform.

That look translates to - where did you find such a weird friend?

John Wick was also a little helpless at this time. He had known Winston before he became famous. Over the years, the two had already been familiar with each other's style of doing things. When a taciturn standard killer like him, Ban Ban, stood with Qin Wuque, at first glance, it really gave people the feeling that they were really mismatched. The styles were completely from two different worlds.

But at the same time, he is the genuine legendary "Eternally Burning Eye Master".

It makes people doubt life.

Ten minutes later, the hotel's hot spring bath was surrounded by hazy mist, and the air was filled with the aroma of essential oils, which seemed to be lavender.

The bathhouse is built in a modern European style. Amber and white tiles are the main components of this bathhouse. Two bathing pools, which together account for a total of 60 square meters, occupy half of the area of ​​the bathhouse. The more than one-meter-deep blue waves are rippling in them, creating layers of ripples.

Looking up at the ceiling, there are nine large ultra-clear screens separated by warm-colored LED light strips. The screens play images of blue sky and white clouds in a loop, giving people the feeling as if they are taking a bath under the blue sky and white clouds with the skylight open.

If such a scene is put in a game that is transliterated as Mike Volt, as long as a good lighting package is used, a group of people will shout "six six six" in the barrage.

But Qin Wuque had no intention of appreciating such a beautiful scenery.

Just because this is a men's bathing area.

There were no pretty young ladies wrapped in bath towels, no Cuban girls with beautiful buttocks that could hold a goblet, and not even any sagging old ladies... There was only a night demon with strong pectoral muscles sitting by the bathtub without saying a word.

Qin Wuque was soaking in the water face down, with his limbs completely relaxed in an ORZ position, allowing his body to be pushed along by the ripples of the green waves.

He gurgled and spit out bubbles, looking as depressed as a floating corpse that had not yet completely died.

John Wick could probably guess why this guy became like this, but he himself was the taciturn type. Although he couldn't be said to be autistic, he basically wouldn't take the initiative to chat with others unless it was necessary.

He wanted to take the initiative to start a conversation several times, and at the same time divert Qin Wuque's attention so that this guy would not be so depressed. In the end, he could not find a suitable topic to talk about, so he had to give up.