During the day the next day, the weather was calm, and the Continental Hotel was still busy with singing and dancing. Killers from all over the United States continued to check in here. Killers all love the Continental Hotel because fighting of any kind is prohibited here and bloodshed is never allowed. This is an iron rule!
Of course, this is not just for killers from high-level tables. Killers from other organizations or gangs also need to abide by this rule. Killers are all insecure guys, so they are quite happy to have such an absolutely safe place. What's more, the Continental Hotel also has a complete industrial chain dedicated to serving killers, and it is also the favorite of many killers. Of course, it is also a problem that the Continental Hotel does not accept payment in any currency other than high-table gold coins. This also leads to the fact that in the dark world, the gold coins on the high table have always been strong.
Whether it is the High Table or Hannibal, it seems that they have reached a tacit understanding that the war will take place at night.
The police didn't see anything unusual during the day either.
But after six o'clock, as soon as the sun went down, a large number of police suddenly appeared in the neighborhoods surrounding the Continental Hotel. They then knocked on the doors of the houses and informed the surrounding residents that there was a gas leak in the area and that they needed to be evacuated.
As for why the evacuation started so early...it's because the Yankees, like all ghosts, seriously lack basic discipline. Even if the police come to the door, these guys will push if they can. If they can't push, they will beep all kinds of things and just don't want to leave. It's not that they don't know the dangers of gas leaks, it's that these guys have an innate confidence that even if a disaster happens, it won't happen to them.
Really, even though Kai has lived in the United States for so many years, he still can't understand where this wonderful self-confidence of Momi comes from.
Some were more angry and even brought out lawyers, saying that this was a private place and they had no right to evict people...
All in all, it was such a mess that the people in the surrounding neighborhoods were finally moved away. Kay then asked the police to block all entrances and prohibit anyone from entering or exiting. Then forget about it.
No one is allowed to enter or leave this area today.
And something interesting happened, that is, the reporter didn't come.
This is a very rare thing in New York. New York is not an international city at all. Whenever something big happens, there will be piles of reporters, like green-haired flies smelling feces. I don’t know. Why are there a bunch of them?
But unfortunately, reporters all over the city seemed unable to see such a big move by the police today.
After Kai noticed this, he immediately felt that he had made the right choice!
This is so much energy!
Of course, this cannot be the energy of the Gaotai Table family. After all, this is New York. Gaotai Table does not have the ability to cover the sky with its own hands in Niuxi. There are definitely other forces helping. As for why these forces are helping... the name 'Hannibal' is enough!
Don't forget the dirty water Tony poured on Hannibal.
Again, no one can resist the temptation of 'rejuvenating one's youth'.
"Then let's see how many people jump out tonight."
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Night falls, it's still very cold in New York in March, and unfortunately, it snows tonight.
There was not a single pedestrian on the silent street, and the road was eerily deserted. Some killers staying in the Continental Hotel immediately felt something bad. This atmosphere... something big was going on! So the insecure killers prepare their weapons to deal with dangers that may arise at any time.
There are some smart people after all, look around. Except for the Continental Hotel, which was still brightly lit, the entire area was dark. The Continental Hotel seems to be like a beacon standing in the darkness. It should be as conspicuous as possible!
This is a bad thing!
Although they didn't understand what happened, these people could immediately understand that they were coming for the Continental Hotel!
We must leave quickly!
Everyone is not stupid. If they dare to confront the Continental Hotel, how can their background be so small?
Unfortunately, I can't get out.
The Continental Hotel stopped everyone.
"I'm very sorry. Due to emergencies, the hotel is now open and closed." Wednesday led people to block the door of the hotel.
"Continental Hotel plans to violate a century-old tradition?" a killer said very dissatisfied.
Wednesday was not angry about this: "Of course not! The Continental Hotel will always be the Continental Hotel. But to avoid unnecessary harm, everyone can go back to their rooms and we will ensure your safety."
After saying that, Wednesday waved his hand and Solomon came over with several boxes. When the box is opened, it contains all the gold coins from the high table.
"Of course, if you are willing to help the Continental Hotel and Gaotai Table defend against the enemy, these are the rewards. Not only that, Gaotai Table will also record a special contribution to all the VIPs who help."
Gold coins and so on are actually very empty. The gold content of Gaotai Table's gold coins is very high, but the cost of gold coins is definitely far lower than the price represented by the gold coins. Gaotai Table is playing a currency war in the dark world. Just minting coins every year is enough for them to make a lot of money.
So what is really valuable is special contributions. Why did Daredevil John leave the high table back then? Wasn't it because he made enough special contributions.
The High Table, like all similar organizations, has no barriers to entry, and just exits... There are really very few killers who have graduated in recent years, and Night Stalker John is the only one in these years. Of course, special contributions are not limited to this. In short, there are many ways to use it, it just depends on how the holder uses it. All in all, the gold content is very high.
Some people who didn’t have enough words were tempted. And a truly smart person would immediately turn around and know that it would be stupid to have a conflict with the high table here now. In short, if we look at it again, if they really have to run for their lives, they will naturally find a way to leave. As for living and dying with Gaotaizi... no one is stupid!
Wednesday did not stop him, but waited at the gate.
When the hands of the big clock in the hall reached twelve o'clock.
Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps on the street.
The footsteps were particularly clear on the silent street, like a drum beating in everyone's heart.
Hannibal still appeared on the street outside the Continental Hotel in his elegant suit, black tie, and black gloves.
Almost as soon as he appeared, several red dots came over and landed on his head, chest and abdomen. But his footsteps were not disturbed at all, and he continued to walk towards the Continental Hotel.
When Wednesday saw his enemy coming, he opened the door and stood at the door with a group of heavily armed men.
"Hannibal?"
Hannibal looked at the man in front of him with interest, suddenly he looked familiar.
"Have we met before? Let me think about it... Well, it was in this hotel. I have indeed seen this face, but it just has an extra eyepatch. What is his name? Winston? Well, it should be The name is right. You look the same as him, so it seems you are related."
Wednesday was embarrassed, his brother... was killed, and the murderer could barely remember his appearance.
"Why?"
"What?"
"I don't remember our High Table provoking you, why do you want to deal with us?" This is not only the doubt on Wednesday, but also the doubts within the High Table... After all, their High Table is not a fool, so why bother with Hannibal? Although the High Table claims to dare to kill anyone, that is just talk. If nothing else, do they dare to kill the President of the United States? Not to mention the president of the United States, in fact, heads of state with a little bit of international influence, they dare not move, otherwise it will definitely cause a huge backlash.
This world has its own rules. The high table sounds very cool, but according to this rule, they are just small fish, and eating shrimps is enough, but the big fish can eat them at any time.
Hannibal looked confused.
"You are killers! You are scum and scum. I need a reason to kill you...?"
Hannibal seems to be telling a truth.
Wednesday's face suddenly darkened. This is a lunatic!
Almost as soon as Kai finished speaking, several snipers fired directly after a simple countdown synchronization.
The silencer made the banging gunfire less obvious, but it was clearly audible on a night like this.
With a popping sound, some bullets hit the ground behind him, and some hit the ground in front of him, but Kai's figure had disappeared.
The commander of this sniper operation seemed not surprised by this. He even determined Kai's position the next moment and simply gave the order: "Northwest, twelve o'clock direction."
The men behind Wednesday also pulled the trigger!
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Gunshots rang out! Seventy-eight MP7s were blasted into a barrage.
Kai was a little surprised when he revealed his figure. He didn't expect that the other party could find him so quickly. Facing the overwhelming bullets, Kai's figure moved quickly in the dark night, but it still stayed within the limit of a normal person, but his movements were very strange. uncertain.
He seemed to be walking in the rain, but the 'raindrops' in the sky did not touch him at all. All the bullets were dodged by him in an extremely weird way!
"Mr. Wednesday!" The judge saw that ordinary bullets would be of no use to this man! So he decisively revealed the first hole card.
Wednesday opened his trench coat, revealing a silver-white revolver at his waist.
This pistol is called the 'Holy Killer'. An unknown holy object is the collection of the 'Elder'. The Holy Killer is said to be made by the Angel of Death and can kill anything! Not only that, it also has unlimited bullets, so even though it is a revolver, it actually does not need to be reloaded.
This was given to Wednesday by the 'Elders' in recognition of his decades of consistent service and as a reward for his loyalty.
bump!
A bullet with strong light was shot directly from the muzzle, drawing a silver line in the night sky and hitting Hannibal's forehead.
Hannibal's eyes widened!
There was disbelief on his face.
There was a trace of contempt on Wednesday's face, and then he put away the gun handsomely. He turned around and planned to go back to his brother's former room and have a drink in memory of his brother.
But when he turned around, everyone present looked like they had seen a ghost.
He turned his head quickly.
He found Hannibal getting up from the ground, and the bullet hole in his forehead had healed.
"What's that?" Hannibal asked, pointing at the gun.
Wednesday's face showed panic. He has never seen anything like this before, the Holy Killer never misses!
Of course, what he didn't know was that the Holy Killer did not miss, and Hannibal was indeed killed just now...
But the problem is that Hannibal has always been just a clone of Kai. If the clone is killed... then there will be another one. That gun did give Kai a bad feeling though! If his true body were here...he would really die!
This is a feeling that Kai has not felt in many years!
Wednesday raised his gun in fear and fired desperately!
This time, Kai, um, Hannibal, no longer knew how to support him. He turned into a shadow and appeared behind Wednesday. Wednesday's reaction was also very fast. Almost as soon as Hannibal appeared behind him, he planned to turn around. The muzzle of the gun, but unexpectedly Hannibal grabbed the hand holding the gun and inserted a finger into the trigger, making it impossible for Wednesday to pull the trigger.
The moment Wednesday's hand holding the gun was caught, his other hand quickly grabbed an ax from behind him and struck Hannibal's head hard!
Hannibal flipped his other hand, and a dark dagger appeared in his hand to block the axe.
"Sniper! Shoot! Everyone else does the same!" The commander hiding in the dark saw this scene and immediately called for the sniper and other hotshots to shoot. Although it may not necessarily kill Hannibal, it can delay and contain him, and then give Wednesday a better opportunity to attack.
But at this moment, several black shadows suddenly shot out from Hannibal's waist, cuffs and collar.
Then those black shadows flew in the air, quickly passing through the gunmen, and then flew back, flying randomly in front of Hannibal, but this messy black shadow helped Kai block all the blocking bullets.
But at this time, those hotshots who had been crossed by the black shadow suddenly relaxed and fell to the ground.
All dead!
"Can you tell me now... what happened to this gun?"
At this time, Wednesday could also see what those black shadows were, which were blades with strange shapes. One of them was now at his throat.
Naturally, Wednesday could not surrender so spinelessly, but shouted at the top of his lungs: "Sloan!!!"
bump!
A very distant gunshot rang out.
Hannibal was immediately attracted, and he looked up in the direction where the gunfire rang out.
Then the hell happened.
A bullet flew towards him with an extremely irregular trajectory. In Hannibal's eyes, the bullet was deflected, but just when Hannibal thought the bullet was going to miss, the bullet missed. He accelerated and made a sharp turn, hitting him on the temple!
Then Hannibal's body was suddenly blown away by the huge kinetic energy!
What's going on with this bullet?
Even if the trajectory is weird and it turns corners, why is it still accelerating?
A few blocks away, on the roof of a building, Wesley also took his eyes off the scope.
The sniper rifle he used was modified by a mutual aid association, and the bullets were handmade by the best bullet experts. The weird trajectory and acceleration just now were due to this special bullet.
Fox was holding a telescope on the side as an observer for Wesley.
Fox ignored Wesley's probing eyes and took out his phone to call Sloan.
She reported what had just happened in the most concise language.
Sloan's face turned dark over there, and he said why did Gao Dai Desk come to him for help!
Emotions have encountered such an enemy!
"Come back! Immediately! He is not something we can deal with now. We must collect enough intelligence!" If they continue to mix with this kind of enemy, they don't know how many people they will lose. The Mutual Aid Association didn't lose so many good players.
"Understood!" Fox thought so too. There was something wrong with their previous intelligence. In this case, giving up the mission is the best choice. Although the assassins in their mutual aid association are not afraid of death, they are just to complete the mission. If they still have to fight hard even if they die, then they are not brave enough. But stupidity is not afraid of death.
