This woman named Perkins is not a new student, but an old killer.
Although he looks to be in his early 20s!
The basis for the judgment is also very simple. From the fact that she knows Wick, it is enough to prove that he has been in the industry for at least 4 years, because Wick had quit his job 4 years ago.
He has never shown his face in the past 4 years. It is impossible for a killer who has entered the industry in the past 4 years to know Wick.
"They are all old experts who know Night Demon. His temperament is still so perverse and domineering. Mainly because he is still alive. It is really a miracle. It is incomprehensible."
Long Zhan was secretly speechless. He really couldn't figure out how this woman survived and successfully completed the task with her temperament.
However, this also reflects a problem from the side.
Being able to live well with such eccentric behavior is enough to prove that this woman does have some skills, and she does have the capital to be so crazy.
"Is it all about looking good? When a man reaches his peak, will he suddenly be stabbed?"
Long Zhan guessed with a little bit of bad taste, followed Wick to the front desk, and began to turn his attention to the bald middle-aged black man in front of him.
By recalling the plot in his memory, Long Zhan knew that the man in front of him was Canon, a butler at the Continental Hotel in New York.
As a professional housekeeper, the black bald man saw his old acquaintance Wick coming over. He immediately showed a warm smile and said hello warmly: "Welcome home, John, is it still the same?"
"It's hard to say. Maybe it will take a few days, maybe it can be done in one day. Let's rent two rooms for one day first." Wick said as he put his luggage on the ground.
"OK! I'll be ready soon."
Canon, the butler, was operating the computer quickly while still distractedly looking at Long Zhan. He asked seemingly casually: "Is this your first time here, sir? What do you call me?"
"I hope this isn't the last time, Long, just call me Long." Long Zhan said humorously.
"loong? A very nice name."
Canon smiled and praised him in an official way, and followed Long Zhan's words and said in secret: "You have great potential. I hope you will enjoy your stay here."
"I want to be happy too."
Long Zhan heard Canon's hint that he could be a killer, and responded with the same pun.
Wick, who had been looking around since he came in, interrupted and asked, "I almost didn't recognize this place. When did it get a new look?"
"It's been a long time, not long after you left, about 4 years ago."
After Kanon replied, he took out two cards, pushed them along the table in front of Wick and Long Zhan, and said, "I have arranged them together for you, rooms 818 and 819."
"Thanks."
Long Zhan took the card and looked at it, and found that it was almost the same as a regular hotel.
Wick did not speak, but took out two killer gold coins from his pocket, placed them on the table at the front desk, took the room card and stuffed it into his pocket without even looking at it.
He bent down to pick up the luggage on the ground, turned around and walked towards the elevator.
"Mr. Wick."
Canon reminded from behind: "We are deeply honored that you are here again. However, I hope you have not forgotten our old rules. Also, don't forget to remind your partner, he may not know."
Wick didn't speak or stop, he just turned and nodded as he walked.
It means you can rest assured that I will do things.
"Old rules? Hey, aren't you allowed to kill people in the hotel? But what if... I stun the person first, force him out and then kill him?"
An idea came to Long Zhan's mind, and he was curious about how the hotel would handle it.
With this sudden and nonsensical idea, Long Zhan and Wick took a very retro "electric iron cage" and headed to the 8th floor where the room was located.
On the way to the elevator, Wick specifically introduced to Long Zhan what the old rules were.
Long Zhan replied that he understood and quickly arrived at the 8th floor.
"Take some rest during the day and I'll contact you at night."
Wick left a message for Long Zhan and entered room 818 with his luggage.
Long Zhan didn't know why he had to take action at night. It happened to be a long journey from Salt Lake City to Beach City, spanning more than half of the United States.
Last night I had another fight with a gangster gunman, and then a scavenger came to visit me, looking for someone to buy equipment.
Didn't sleep all night.
In order to prepare for the next ultimate battle, we really need to take a good rest to replenish our spirits.
So without saying anything else, I went straight to room 819 next door.
As an institution of the killer organization, the layout and style of the Continental Hotel is indeed very tasteful, at least not inferior to that of a five-star hotel.
Long Zhan's suite has one bedroom, one bathroom and one living room, all decorated in a European and American retro style. Living in it, you feel like you are a British aristocrat.
One gold coin for a day's hotel room includes all services.
Long Zhan ordered breakfast for three people, took a shower while the breakfast was being delivered, and slept comfortably all morning after breakfast.
It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon when he woke up. Long Zhan had lunch and went out for a walk.
I got to see what New York has to offer.
It's around 7pm.
Long Zhan ordered the hotel's food delivery service. Before he could ask the waiter to clear the table, Wick, who was wearing a crisp suit, called Long Zhan out.
"I'll take you to an old guy who can give us the information we need."
Wick explained the purpose of his visit simply and clearly, and Long Zhan was in urgent need of information to find the bastard who hurt Stella, so he put on his coat and went out.
The two took the elevator all the way to the first floor and went straight to the backstage instead of the front door.
Passing through the winding backstage passage of the hotel, passing through the hotel kitchen filled with clutter, we entered a dim small staircase that was only more than one meter wide, with no decoration on both sides and was made of cement.
Keep going down this small staircase, and after turning a few corners, your eyes suddenly light up.
At the end of this "shabby" staircase, there is a heavy-looking black iron door. Apart from a very bright light bulb, there is nothing else at the door. It looks very ordinary, but it is mysterious and strange. .
At first glance, it looks like a door to an underground garage, or a door to an underground wine cellar.
In fact, from the shiny floor, it can be seen that this door is used every day, and the frequency of use is very high.
It's so tall that the people who come in and out here every day have polished the ground.
Long Zhan didn't recall it at first, and couldn't figure out why Wick brought him to this ungrateful place. When he saw this door, he suddenly understood.
"It turns out to be a secret gathering place for killers. It seems that we can learn something new tonight." Long Zhan said secretly.
Wick came here as if he was familiar with the journey. He was not allowed to come to the big iron gate without stopping. He took out two killer gold coins and stuffed them into the hole in the door.
Just like going to the game arcade to play games, you need to insert coins before playing games.
As soon as Wick put the gold coins into the hole, the iron door creaked and an iron plate was pulled open, revealing an observation window with a security window.
The people inside looked out through the observation window, made sure that the number of people outside the door and the number of gold coins were equal, and closed the observation window without saying a word.
Then there was a click and the door lock opened.
With a dull creaking and rubbing sound, the iron door that seemed to weigh hundreds of kilograms opened, and loud and explosive music poured out.
have to say.
The sound insulation effect of this door is really good.
Inside are various discotheques in the bar. Before the door is opened, no noise can be heard.
"Let's go."
Wick greeted Long Zhan and took the lead into the secret bar of the Continental Hotel, where all kinds of guests came into view.
Some are dressed very gentlemanly and luxurious, while others are dressed simply and plainly.
There are young men who look like they have just grown up, there are spirited old men with gray hair who are at least in their fifties or sixties, there are educated people who look gentle and elegant wearing glasses, there are also evil men with sinister faces and sinister faces, and there are also girls who are wearing scantily clad clothes.
The people inside the bar are all different, and they have different identities outside.
However, if they can enter this bar, no matter what their status is in the sun, at least they all have a common occupation——
A killer or an associate of a killer!
Wick ignored all the customers on the way and went straight to the white-haired old man sitting in the semi-open small private room at the end of the bar, drinking wine and reading a newspaper.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
