Continental Hotel.

Manager's office.

"Is there really no problem? If Russell wants to intervene, let alone the Continental Hotel in New York can't stop him, even the high table table can't stop him."

Winston in a neat suit sat on the boss's chair behind the desk and said to the man in front of him.

"Don't worry, Russell will not interfere with this matter."

The man said calmly, in sharp contrast to Winston who had a worried expression on his face.

"How can you be sure?"

Winston continued.

"Because he is now the head of Zhenglian, a superhero."

"As long as the incident this time does not endanger the safety of the public, he will not take action. He needs to take into account the good reputation he has worked so hard to build."

At the same time, the man in the suit said slowly.

"But it's all your guesswork. He just called. It doesn't look like he won't interfere."

"Besides, Perkins is now at Zhenglian headquarters. He has a certain friendship with Perkins. It is hard to guarantee that he will not stand up for Perkins."

Winston still didn't quite believe what the man opposite him said.

Although the man was sent by the High Table, he had never seen this man before.

More importantly, although this man was from the High Table, Winston could tell at a glance that this man did not have much experience with guns.

A man's tiger's mouth does not have calluses left by gun practice.

Although some people have special physiques, even if they play with guns all the year round, they will not leave calluses on the jaws of their hands, but the man in front of him gives Winston the impression that he is not someone with special physiques.

"Don't worry, even if Russell really comes over, you don't have to worry, the organization will take care of this time."

The man continued.

After hearing the man's answer, Winston said nothing more.

However, none of them thought now that Russell was now taking Perkins to the hotel.

After driving for more than half an hour, Russell and Perkins finally came to the gate of the Continental Hotel.

After parking the Mercedes-Benz G550 on the side of the road at random, the two of them walked towards the Continental Hotel one after the other.

"Do you have a gun on you? If so, can you give me one?"

Perkins, who was following behind Russell, said slowly.

Although Russell has the strength to single out the Continental Hotel, but that is Russell, not Perkins.

Not to mention the gun on Perkins' body now, he can lose all the daggers.

This makes her feel very insecure now.

After hearing what Perkins said, Russell stopped moving forward and turned to look at Perkins.

Then, two Colt .45s, one white and one black, were taken out from the system space.

"There is a high probability that you will not have the chance to shoot, but since you mentioned it, I will give it to you."

Russell hands Perkins his Colt .45.

"I hope I don't need it either."

Perkins nodded and took the Colt .45 from Russell.

Although it was impossible for Russell to give himself the gun in question, Perkins checked it professionally after receiving the gun from Russell.

After confirming that they were two unfired guns and that there was nothing wrong with them, Perkins hid the guns on his body.

"Let's go."

When Perkins hid the gun, Russell said directly.

"Um!"

Perkins replied quickly.

When the two of them came to the hotel gate, the waiter in front of the gate was slightly stunned.

Then, with a professional smile, he said to Russell, "Mr. Bradley, it's been a while."

"haven't seen you for a long time!"

Although Russell didn't know the waiter's name, he was no stranger to this waiter.

When he first joined the Continental Hotel, the waiter had already worked here.

Three years later, he is still working as a waiter.

Although this does not seem strange, for a hotel staff who is dedicated to serving killers, it is a rare thing for a waiter to work for three consecutive years.

Under normal circumstances, the killers who regard human life as worthless are indeed unlikely to attack the employees of the Continental Hotel.

But killers who have been on the verge of death all year round will always lose control.

There are not a few hotel employees who have been killed by killers because of some inexplicable incidents.

Although these killers will be killed by the Continental Hotel later, there is still no way to completely eliminate this kind of thing.

After Russell and Perkins walked up the stairs, the waiter in his early thirties slowly opened the door of the hotel.

Russell walked in without any hesitation.

Although he came here with Russell now, Perkins still inevitably hesitated.

In the afternoon, she almost died at the hands of the directly-operated killer of the Continental Hotel.

Less than 12 hours had passed, and she came to the Continental Hotel again.

This will inevitably make her a little nervous.

However, after seeing Russell walking in front of him, Perkins felt a sense of security that he had never felt before.

After taking a deep breath, she followed Russell in.

Compared with the past, the Continental Hotel is a bit deserted now.

In the spacious hall, apart from the hotel staff, no outsourced killer can be seen.

Although there were no outsourced killers, there were quite a few directly-operated killers of the hotel sitting in the lobby.

22 to be exact.

Russell glanced briefly, and quickly counted all the directly-operated killers.

After seeing him and Perkins coming in, these talking and laughing direct killers immediately fell silent, focusing their eyes on him and Perkins.

They might not have seen Russell in person before, but they were no strangers to Russell.

For a killer who can become famous in New York within half a year after entering the industry, it is difficult not to attract the attention of others.

Not to mention that Russell was a florist.

Russell ignored the stares of these direct killers and went directly to the front desk.

Like the waiter in front of the gate, the person at the front desk is still wearing glasses and a neat suit. Apart from his black complexion, he doesn't look like a black Charon at all.

"Sir, it's been a long time!"

As soon as Russell came to the front desk, Charon took the initiative to speak, showing a professional smile at the same time.

"Long time no see, tell Winston, I want to see him."

Russell said directly.

"Yes, sir!"

Charon did not refuse~lightnovelpub.net~ picked up the landline in front of him, and dialed the internal number of Winston's office.

The call was connected quickly.

After quickly explaining Russell's purpose to Winston, Charon nodded and put down the phone in his hand.

"Mr. Winston is waiting for you in his office."

Charon said calmly.

"Okay, thank you!"

After speaking, Russell led Perkins towards Winston's office.

However, just as they were about to reach the elevator, a man with a strong figure and dressed like a Navy SEAL stopped in front of them.

"You can go up, but she can't."

The big man pointed to Perkins and said, with his right hand on the pistol at his waist, ready to draw the gun at any time.

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