Continental Hotel.
Manager's office.
"Is there really no problem? If Russell wants to intervene, let alone the Continental Hotel in New York, not even the high-end tables can stop him."
Winston, in a neat suit, sat on the boss's chair behind his desk and said to the man in front of him.
"Don't worry, Russell will not interfere in this matter."
The man said calmly, in sharp contrast to Winston, who had a worried look on his face.
"How can you be sure?"
Winston continued.
"Because he is now the head of Zhenglian and a superhero."
"As long as this incident 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 hard to build."
At the same time, the man in a straight suit said slowly.
"But this is all your guess. He just called. It doesn't look like he won't intervene."
"And Perkins is at Zhenglian headquarters now. He has a certain relationship with Perkins. There is no guarantee that he will not stand up for Perkins."
Winston still didn't quite believe what the man across from him said.
Although this 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.
There are no calluses left by gun practice on the man's tiger's mouth.
Although some people have special physiques, even if they play with guns all year round, they will not leave calluses on the clefts of their hands, but the man in front of him gave Winston the impression that he was not one of those with special physiques.
"Don't worry, even if Russell does come, you don't have to worry, the organization will handle the matter this time."
The man continued.
After hearing the man's answer, Winston said nothing more.
However, none of them expected that Russell was now taking Perkins to the hotel.
After driving for more than half an hour, Russell and Perkins finally arrived at the door of the Continental Hotel.
After parking their Mercedes-Benz G550 casually on the roadside, the two of them walked towards the Continental Hotel one after another.
"Do you have a gun on you? If so, can you give me one?"
Perkins, who was following Russell, said slowly.
Although Russell has the ability to challenge the Continental Hotel, that is Russell, not Perkins.
Perkins doesn't have any guns or daggers on him now.
This makes her feel very insecure now.
After hearing what Perkins said, Russell stopped and turned to look at Perkins.
Then, two Colt .45s, one white and one black, were taken out from the system space.
"You most likely won't have the chance to shoot, but since you mentioned it, I'll give it to you."
Russell handed the Colt .45 to Perkins.
"I hope I don't need it either."
Perkins nodded and took the Colt .45 handed by Russell.
Although it was impossible for Russell to give him the gun in question, Perkins checked it professionally after taking the gun from Russell.
After confirming that these were two guns that had not been fired and had no problems, Perkins hid the guns on his body.
"Let's go."
Russell said directly after Perkins hid the gun.
"Um!"
Perkins replied quickly.
When the two of them came to the hotel door, the waiter in front of the door was stunned for a moment.
Then, he showed a professional smile and 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 him.
When he first joined the Continental Hotel, this waiter was already working here.
Three years later, he is still working as a waiter.
Although this may not seem strange, for a hotel staff who specializes in serving killers, it is a rare thing for a waiter to work for three consecutive years.
Under normal circumstances, it is indeed unlikely that killers who regard human lives as trivial would attack the employees of the Continental Hotel.
But killers who have always been on the verge of death will always lose control.
There are not a few hotel employees who have been killed by killers because of some inexplicable little things.
Although these killers would later be killed by the Continental Hotel, this kind of thing could never be completely eliminated.
When Russell and Perkins walked up the stairs, the waiter in his early thirties slowly opened the hotel door.
Russell walked in directly without any hesitation.
Although he came here with Russell, Perkins still inevitably hesitated.
In the afternoon, she almost died at the hands of a killer directly operated by the Continental Hotel.
Less than 12 hours have passed now, and she has arrived at 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 before, the Continental Hotel is a bit deserted now.
In the spacious lobby, apart from the hotel staff, not a single outsourced killer could be seen.
Although there are no outsourced killers, there are now many hotel-operated killers sitting in the lobby.
22, to be precise.
Russell took a simple glance and quickly counted all the direct sales killers.
These direct sales killers, who had just been chatting and laughing, suddenly fell silent when they saw him and Perkins coming in, and their eyes focused on him and Perkins.
They may not have met Russell in person before, but he is no stranger to them.
It is difficult for a killer who can become famous in New York within half a year of his career not to attract others' attention.
Not to mention that Russell is a flower grower.
Russell ignored the gazes of these direct sales killers and came directly to the front desk.
Like the waiter in front of the gate, the person currently serving at the front desk still wears glasses and a neat suit. Except for his black skin color, Charon does not look like a black man at all.
"Sir, it's been a long time!"
As soon as Russell came to the front desk, Charon took the initiative and showed a professional smile.
"Long time no see. Tell Winston that I want to see him."
Russell said directly.
"Okay, sir!"
Charon did not refuse, picked up the landline in front of him, and dialed the internal number of Winston's office.
The call was answered quickly.
After quickly telling Winston why Russell was here, Charon nodded and put down the phone in his hand.
"Mr. Winston is waiting for you in the 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 tall man dressed like a Navy SEAL stopped in front of them.
"You can go up, but she can't."
The big man pointed at Perkins and said, his right hand on the pistol on his waist, ready to draw the gun at any time.
