American comics: This guy is crazy

Continental Hotel.

The High Table's neutral zone.

No member of the parliament is allowed to kill in the hotel. Anyone who violates this rule will be hunted and killed endlessly.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Under the guidance, Allen finally found the location and broke into the hotel with John on his back.

"Sauri, sir, this hotel does not accept foreign guests."

At the door, a black waiter stretched out his hand to stop him, but John showed no intention of letting go after seeing the serious injury.

Allen casually took out a gold coin from his pocket.

The next second, the waiter made an invitation without saying anything.

"A vain fellow."

Allen walked into the hotel triumphantly and directly placed the unconscious John on the sofa.

At the same time, all the staff in the hotel had solemn expressions.

The High Table Council issued a notice that John had been listed as a primary assassination target, with a bounty of tens of millions.

To be honest, the staff was very excited.

If you work hard, you can retire early in your life.

"Arrange a doctor."

At this time, Winston, as the hotel's top manager, stepped forward to suppress his subordinates' imminent thoughts.

He and John had known each other for a long time, and they had watched each other grow into a gold medal killer step by step.

However, nothing lasts forever.

After experiencing the pain of losing his wife, John decided to retire from the world at his most glorious moment.

As a result, not long after his stable life, his family's classic car was stolen by gangsters, and even the dog he adopted to relieve his loneliness was killed in front of him.

Forced by desperation, he returned to the road of revenge.

Winston helps out, on the one hand to remember old friendship, and on the other hand to maintain the rules of the Continental Hotel.

Waiters carried John away for treatment.

In the world, in terms of medical technology, the High Table Council is very confident that it leads the world.

The reason is that controlled medical companies actually take the data from human experiments.

"Who are you?" Winston asked calmly.

Judging from Allen's clothing, he does look a bit unique, and he is most likely a killer with a very unique personality.

"As a good person, I, Allen, never leave my name behind."

"..."

All right.

Your name is Allen, I get it.

Winston kindly advised: "This is not something you can interfere with, otherwise your life will be in danger."

"You mean the High Table?"

Allen said disapprovingly: "I am the protagonist, and I can still be killed by bullets."

"..."

No wonder he was wearing a hospital gown, he turned out to be a mentally ill person.

Winston realized the problem and stopped wasting his words.

A mentally ill man who knew nothing about the world wanted to die, and he had no interest in stopping him.

After all, the members of the High Table Council are definitely not good people.

While John was being sent for medical treatment, many people came to the Continental Hotel.

There is no doubt that he is a killer who gets wind of it.

A bounty of tens of millions of dollars is enough for a killer to take on hundreds of missions.

You must know that assassins are a high-risk profession, and assassination targets are often escorted by bodyguards.

Moreover, the assassination locations are spread across the country, resulting in a mission cycle that takes almost a month.

Working once a month, he can be considered a very diligent model worker.

However, with Winston in charge, many killers dare not break the rules rashly.

The Continental Hotel dares to set the rules of the neutral zone, and it obviously has the capital to intimidate.

The killers belong to different forces.

The entire High Table Council is composed of crime families and gangsters. Each has its own killers, so they are in competition with each other.

"Thump thump..., thump thump thump..., thump thump thump..."

The brisk melody immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Looking around, Allen is wearing a black trench coat and a black top hat, looking like a mafia godfather, with a toothpick in the corner of his mouth, dubbing his own appearance.

"Don't even move."

Suddenly, Allen raised his hands outward, like the fingers of a pistol, pointing at the killers.

Fortunately, everyone was ashamed.

To scare people, please bring out a real gun.

I don't think the waiter was so scared that he was about to pull out his gun.

"I declare that John has been preserved by our Versaidi family."

Allen picked up the windbreaker and top hat casually from the hanger, just to live like a gangster.

"Can you represent the Vercetti family?" A killer with tattoo marks on his face asked in a deep voice.

Although the Versedi family does not belong to the High Table Council, the mafia they run is not a behemoth that can be easily ignored.

The family's sugar business profits exceed tens of billions of dollars a year, and they focus on a strategy of making money and everything going smoothly.

"Of course... we can't."

Allen raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "I don't know the Sicilian Mafia, but I have watched The Beautiful Legend of Sicily. You don't know how tall the heroine Monica is. The film is one hundred and eight minutes long. I Hard for 108 minutes."

"Is it really that exciting?"

There was a glint in the tattooed-faced killer's eyes, and he could tell from the slightly upturned corners of his mouth that he was of the same kind.

"It's not only exciting, it also has the plot of a small horse and a big cart." Allen said with a gray look on his face.

"Ouch..."

Ahem...

The tattoo-faced killer was about to answer the call when the fellow killer next to him coughed as a reminder.

Realizing that he was off topic, the tattoo-faced killer turned to ask coldly: "Are you the killer competing for the target?"

"no."

Allen said seriously: "I'm here to join in the fun."

"..."

He's just joining in the fun and talks so much.

It turned out to be a case of playing the lute to a cow.

The killers were patiently looking for positions and waiting for John to step out of the hotel.

As long as he left the neutral zone, he would kill without hesitation. If he hesitated for a second, he might end up in another place.

"Our store is temporarily closed. If you want to stay, you must pay one gold coin."

Winston's move was undoubtedly to help John get out.

It was impossible to leave alive under such a killer's gaze.

Besides, the killers under the High Table Council generally did not have extra money to exchange for gold coins. Only a few gold medal killers had extremely high appearance fees and had enough gold coins on hand to mobilize many services of the organization.

Bang!

The glass in the hall shattered, and Winston, who had just issued the order to leave, had a bloody hole on his forehead.

"There's a sniper!"

Seeing this scene, the killer instinctively looked for cover to hide.

As Winston collapsed to the ground, the waiters in the hotel were terrified and searched for weapons stored in various corners.

"Where is the sniper?"

Alan looked out the window, trying to find the killer hiding in the dark.

Poof!

A bullet whizzed past and shot through the top hat on Allen's head.

Inside the hotel, the killers were in chaos.

All because the manager of the Continental Hotel was dead, the rules of the neutral zone automatically became invalid.

"Who the hell is so crazy?"

"I don't know, it's not my family anyway."

"Don't care who it is, you should consider escaping from the hotel first."

"..."

The reason why no one dared to make trouble in the Continental Hotel was because all the people were bad.

Don't look at the waiters and hotel management who used to be neither humble nor humble. They were all top killers. They just made mistakes or were tired of killing and hid in the Continental Hotel to spend the rest of their lives.

Live, never step out of the hotel in this life.

Now that Winston is dead, the waiters and management must be crazy about revenge, and then kill their way out.

So no matter whether it was the forces behind them who shot cold guns, now it's all on their heads.

Bang bang bang...

As expected, there was an exchange of fire in the hotel lobby.

A group of killers and hotel staff shot at each other, and it was obviously a situation of life and death.

The people in the hotel had received Winston's kindness, so they were willing to risk their lives to avenge him. In their past careers as assassins, they had long disregarded life and death.

Alan leaned against the wall and watched the fight between the two sides.