"check out!"
"Ah...ok, please wait a moment, sir."
"Are you surprised?"
In the lobby on the first floor, Baker held the counter with one hand, tilted his head, and looked at a young male receptionist standing inside with a half-smile.
A hint of panic flashed in the male receptionist's eyes. While flicking the computer keyboard, he smiled reluctantly: "No, sir, you just checked in."
Baker sighed: "I can't help it, I won't be happy here."
The receptionist pursed his lips and stopped talking.
Baker spoke up: "Are you Albanian?"
The male receptionist paused slightly while typing on the keyboard.
Baker nodded, expressed understanding, and tapped the table of the counter with his finger: "Hurry up and tell your boss about it. If you have any last words, tell him immediately, because I will find him soon."
Said.
Baker turned and walked towards the hotel door.
The male receptionist couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Baker's figure disappearing from the hotel door.
The next second.
"boom!"
"boom!"
A bullet suddenly broke the glass from the outside and flew in. Then, it turned a corner in the air and blasted out from the left side of the male receptionist's head to the right side.
For a moment.
Red.
White.
In an instant, a high-pitched female scream came from the hotel reception desk.
Outside the hotel.
Baker smiled coldly and stopped a taxi. After giving an address, the taxi quickly started driving.
Fifteen minutes later.
Located in front of a very distinctive hotel in the center of Seville, a rough car stopped.
Baker got out of the car and looked up.
Intercontinental Hotel, sparkling.
Baker originally had no intention of coming to stay at the InterContinental Hotel, because a night at the InterContinental Hotel costs one gold coin, which is equivalent to 1,500 U.S. dollars a night.
Steal money.
Baker has money, and he also has gold coins, but this is definitely not how the money is spent. Is Baker's math as bad as other assassins?
Come on, for God's sake, Baker is one of the top three graduates in finance from New York University in the United States.
Doesn't he know how to convert it?
But right now?
I can’t live without it anymore.
Because the InterContinental Hotel has rules, non-InterContinental Hotel guests are not allowed to enter the bar inside.
The two attendants at the door of the Intercontinental Hotel in Seville glanced at Baker, and then looked away.
This is one of our own.
Baker followed the revolving door and walked in. There are not many guests in the hotel lobby in Seville.
"Good afternoon, sir, do you need to check in?"
"right."
Baker took out a gold coin from his arms, put it on it and pushed it over: "hero, H, E, R, O, hero!"
The receptionist at the hotel here is also dark-skinned.
And if you look carefully, it seems that this dark receptionist is somewhat similar to the receptionist in New York.
The receptionist showed a smile, collected Baker's gold coins, and said to Baker: "Okay, Mr. Moulton, please wait a moment."
soon.
The receptionist activated a card and handed it over: "Room 0503, I wish you a pleasant stay, Mr. Moulton."
"I am not happy."
Baker said calmly, took the card, and walked straight towards the elevator. Then after taking two steps, he turned and looked at the receptionist: "Is the travel planner here?"
The black waiter's expression was still bright: "The planner is always here. Do I need to make an appointment with the sommelier now?"
"certainly."
"this way please."
The black waiter typed a few times on the computer, then walked out of the reception desk and made an inviting gesture to Baker.
Travel planner, when you go to a strange place to perform a mission, it is actually the same as traveling. You cannot travel aimlessly. Similarly, you cannot go to a place to kill people without any plan.
To put it bluntly, travel planners are actually local intelligence dealers.
As for the sommelier?
Now that you have planned your trip, it’s time to go have some fun. You’ll definitely get hungry during the fun. There’s no doubt that the sommelier will help you prepare all kinds of travel stuff.
The secret door opens.
Baker walked into a room similar to a study. A gentle man with glasses sat on a chair with his hands folded and looked at Baker with a smile.
"Albania."
"Hold on."
Baker's words were simple, and the travel planner didn't say much nonsense. After searching on the computer in front of him, he stood up and took out a document bag from the bookcase at the back and handed it to Baker: "It was just updated last month."
Baker took over and didn't take it out to look at it. He just glanced at the number 2 in the upper right corner of the document bag. He took out two gold coins from his pocket and put them on the table. Then he pointed at the door on the right. Ask a travel planner.
"Wait a moment." The travel planner's service attitude was very good, and his smile never left his face: "A guest is tasting red wine."
Baker nodded, pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down.
After a while.
The travel planner reminded Baker: "Mr. Moulton, you can come over. I wish you a pleasant meal!"
"I will."
Baker stood up, put the document bag in his arms, and then walked directly towards the door.
Enter the eyes.
A dazzling array of wines was immediately caught in Baker's eyes. Later, Baker saw a middle-aged white man who seemed to be of Germanic descent standing on the other side of a gun expo display.
actually.
InterContinental Hotel is InterContinental Hotel. Whether they are travel planners or sommeliers, these people all set up shop outside.
but……
Seville is actually not a big place, nor is it the capital of Spain. Naturally, small places have their own plans.
"The German sommelier put down a German pistol in his hand, smiled at Baker and said: "Good afternoon, Mr. Moulton. "
Baker stared at the various weapons on the counter: "I want to appreciate them."
"certainly."
The German sommelier walked to the vertical counter and looked at the various German pistols arranged inside: "German products are always the most stable choice."
Baker showed a smile: "How about Austria?"
"Glock!" The German sommelier looked at Baker and smiled with appreciation: "Great taste, Mr. Moulton, Glock 34 and 64 calibers, adjustable handles, wide slots, easy to load, you will definitely Love how easy it is to carry.”
Baker bought the 34-caliber Korok, weighed it, and nodded toward the sommelier.
The sommelier still smiled: "Do you need anything else? Mr. Moulton."
Baker took out a gold coin and placed it in front of the sommelier: "That's enough."
The sommelier said, "Do you want me to lead you to the tailor?"
Baker thanked him and declined.
intelligence.
gun.
These two were enough. In fact, if the InterContinental Hotel did not stipulate that if you buy a piece of information worth more than two gold coins, you can exchange one gold coin for a pistol, Baker would not come over to buy the pistol.
but?
One gold coin in exchange?
It is unreasonable to think that it is cheap and not profitable. If you convert more money, you can buy any pistol with one gold coin.
This is why Baker chose Austria instead of Germany.
Germany is stable.
But Austria is expensive.
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