"Welcome to the Continental Hotel."
This is a hotel in London.
The man carrying the suitcase came here. He looked around the hotel and seemed to be very interested in it.
At the front desk was a gentleman with meticulous black hair.
He smiled and said, "How can I help you, sir?"
"Oh, ah, wait a minute." The man with the suitcase had a friendly smile. He opened the suitcase, took out a recruitment document and handed it to the front desk, "I received the recruitment information."
"Mr. Greg." The front desk took it and took a look. After confirming that it was correct, he smiled and said to the waiter walking by: "Dicky, take this gentleman to the boss."
Dickie nodded and motioned for Greg to follow him.
After he left, the front desk made a call.
"Boss, your applicant is here."
"Okay, Afu."
The phone was hung up and a new customer arrived at the front desk.
The man was breathing heavily, with blood stains on his body, and wounds on his hands accidentally caused by holding a knife. This was a mistake only made by unprofessional people.
Ah Fu remained calm and said with a smile, "How can I help you?"
"I need you to help me dispose of the body!" the man whispered, still looking around in fear.
People in the hotel lobby turned a blind eye to him, and some of them whispered to the people next to them and laughed sarcastically.
He was like a child who ran over to seek help after getting into trouble. Ah Fu smiled and motioned for the man to come closer.
The man approached the front desk, but Ah Fu grabbed his head and pushed him on the counter.
His head made close contact with the table, and a chill ran down his neck. It was a dagger that could kill him. From his
Pocket pulled out.
"Please, don't kill me!"
The fear of death makes a man scream and cry like a little daughter-in-law.
Ah Fu lost his smile. He approached the man and said in an angry voice that tried not to lose his courtesy: "Listen, if you want dinner service, you can call. This is a hotel, not a hooligan who can help him after he causes trouble. A place to wash your ass.”
"Now, get out of here as fast as you can before I take out the pistol in the drawer."
After saying that, Ah Fu let go of the man's hair, straightened his clothes slowly, and said with a smile: "Welcome to visit next time."
The man rolled and crawled out of the hotel.
Ah Fu took out a tissue and wiped his hands.
There are always some fools coming to the newly opened hotel.
Those little gangsters who caused trouble all thought that this was where they were doing their mischief.
There are no rules at all.
He took out the pistol from the drawer and loaded it with a bullet, counting down the seconds in his mind.
"Three, two, one..."
The door of the hotel was opened, and the man who just ran out in a mess became more and more angry. He returned to the car and took out a pistol and came back again.
He fired a shot at the ceiling and yelled angrily: "Who do you think I am? Go and get rid of the body, after..."
"boom!"
There was a bloody hole between his eyebrows, and the man fell backwards.
Ah Fu dialed the phone, "A dinner."
After a while, the fallen body was dragged away, and the blood stains on the ground were cleaned up.
Everything returns to how it was before.
...
"I came here to apply for a job as an administrator. To be honest, I didn't expect to be in a place like this."
Greg was taken away with a smile on his face and the
Dickie spoke.
Unfortunately, Dicky was expressionless and did not respond to him.
After walking for a while, Greg stopped and said, "I'm sorry, I think there might be something wrong with the sandwich this morning."
He held his stomach and looked apologetic, and Dicky instantly understood what he meant.
He took Greg to the toilet and stood outside, continuing to look expressionless.
In the bathroom, Greg unwraps a portable phone device from the sole of his shoe.
"I saw at least thirteen wanted criminals in the hotel."
Greg recalled seeing the people in the hotel lobby and saying into the phone: "Are you sure you want me to be around a transparent person?"
"A man who controls twelve hotels in London's underground world will suddenly become benevolent?"
The voice on the other end of the device said: "Watson Wick is not simple. Do you remember his sudden disappearance?"
"None of us know how he moved there, there wasn't any access underground near him."
"He just showed up at a station hundreds of miles away without any warning, and came back with his wife with a smile on his face."
The person over there continued: "This guy has an extremely smart mind. You need to seize this opportunity. This will be the best opportunity to know Watson Wake's secret."
"The UK blocked an incident about him. Have you read the report about an open flame explosion caused by a gas leak? Damn Fuck, there isn't even a gas pipeline in that place!"
"Investigate him thoroughly and find out what he is going to do. You have to be the person closest to him."
"What about the wanted criminals?" Greg asked.
"This is a deal between the government and them, to maintain underground order. Many things can be considered
But not seen. "
"Okay, I get it." Greg now wondered whether his boss would send him a bottle of lubricant even if he knew that Watson Wick was going to sleep with him.
As a professional agent, Greg walked out of the bathroom again after ending the call.
With a normal look on his face, he joked to Dickie that he shouldn't have left the sandwich until the next day.
Soon they arrived at a room on the top floor of the hotel.
Dickie knocked on the door and went in.
Greg was locked on the couch at first sight.
A man with a deep expression was sitting there, stroking a delicate golden ball with his fingers.
"Watson Wick." Greg silently recalled the document that arrived at the bureau when the hotel was established.
A man who became a transparent person turned himself into the gray between black and white.
His bold actions led to the birth of the underground kingdom, and in the past few years, he wiped out all enemies with thunderous cruelty.
Before he showed his skills, no one believed that a financial manager had such power.
Even the former Wallace family didn't expect it.
Such a person must be planning a more terrifying plan in his mind at the moment.
Is it to further monopolize the underground?
Or which country should we attack?
Or interfere in the election?
Greg felt his pressure became even greater after meeting Watson.
"Oh, Dicky, you must be Greg."
Watson was freeing his mind to think about what to eat today.
When he saw his recruit coming, he stood up with a smile and shook hands with Greg.
Greg was nervous inside, but his face was as enthusiastic as ever, just like a job applicant.
The fear of Watson in my heart became even higher.
“Traceless switching, such as
If I hadn't known who he was, I would have thought he was a middle-class man with a kind heart. "
Inwardly, I was alarmed by Watson's unpretentious performance.
Greg pretended to be confused and asked: "Hello, Mr. Wick, I didn't expect to meet here."
"Oh, this is my hotel." Watson said and looked at Greg.
Greg reacted, opened his suitcase, took out his resume, and handed it to Watson respectfully.
Watson opened it and looked at it casually, and was very satisfied with the resume.
After all, this is a perfect resume produced after attracting great attention from the bureau.
"The only question." After reading the resume, Watson put it down and looked at Greg's appearance. "Are you someone who can keep secrets?"
Greg was shocked. Could it be that he had seen through his identity?
He pretended to be calm and smiled: "I think I can do it, Mr. Wick."
After all, this is one of the few times when the son needs to ask for his father, but there is no meaning in the words.
Watson was naturally very energetic.
His eyes were scrutinizing, making Greg feel like someone was going to put a gun to his head at any moment.
"You're accepted." Watson smiled. "I think you know where the work is."
"Although it's strange, I hope you won't mention that place outside."
Watson smiled mysteriously, "I wish you a happy work."
Greg smiled and said: "I will, boss."
Watson patted Greg's hand, lowered his head and glanced at his leather shoes, and said casually: "Your shoes are good."
"But it's better to touch these luxurious leather shoes less often."
Watson remembered the other person's work experience. To buy such shoes, he would probably have to save for several months.
in him
It seemed that such behavior was somewhat irrational, and it made Greg hold his breath.
Greg walked out of the room and couldn't help but let out the breath he was holding.
Wiping away the cold sweat, he suspected that Watson had seen something.
Looking down at his shoes, he felt that Watson was hinting at him about being an agent.
"That's right. As someone who dares to make himself transparent, he should be prepared to be approached by agents."
Greg left the hotel and drove to the address of the orphanage.
He couldn't help but said, "You know I'm an agent and you dare to let me pass. What confidence do you have?"
Arrive at the welfare home.
He looked up at this place that looked more like a school.
"Silver Hand Angel Welfare Home."
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