Struggle in the American Comic World

In the previous year, Jordani's tasks were all small characters. On the one hand, he was unarmed, which would make people feel guilty.

So Jordani was very depressed for a while.

It wasn't until the appearance of Mrs. and Mrs. Smith, Cassian and others that Jordan seemed to have found the joy of life.

For example, this time the CIA's secret force was a joint operation of more than forty people.

Its combat power, in some relatively backward small countries, is even enough to set off a coup.

A high-intensity battle ended with the arrival of CIA support troops and Jordani's easy retreat.

Between gunfire and iron blood, relying on powerful physical and shooting skills, the feeling of full firepower is quite wonderful.

The slight disadvantage is that the peak strength of ordinary people is still a little bit too interesting, and it is impossible to perfectly explode the power of skills.

After leaving the battlefield for a kilometer, Jordani quickly entered a private house that he had scouted in advance.

This is the point that Jordani stepped on in advance. A set of Broadway family tickets and a Hilton Family Suite trial pass are enough to keep the family from going home for a whole day.

The operation was even smoother than he had imagined. Jordani never expected that the CIA would attach so much importance to John Smith, and even sent secret troops to clean up hidden dangers even at the expense of crossing the border to enforce the law.

"Hi, is that the FBI?"

"This is Uptown 92nd Street, there is a firefight, hurry up and wash the floor!"

"What, who am I? What do I want to do?"

"Hmph, why do I need to explain to others when I work in the CIA!"

Snapped!

"Hey, is that the NYPD? This is 92nd Street, the FBI and the CIA are in a shootout..."

"You don't need to thank me, I'm the red scarf..."

Snapped!

The CIA and the FBI are deadly rivals. The CIA has no law enforcement power in the United States, and the FBI can only investigate federal cases.

Plus one NYPD.

Qiao Danny hung up the phone very satisfied. There were no criminals at the scene, only the wounded and corpses of the CIA. If the three parties came at the same time, it should be a long time to argue, perfect.

Dealing with the traces and evidence that might be left on his body in the room, Jordani changed his clothes and took a taxi to the Continental Hotel amidst the continuous sound of police cars.

For Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Jordani has done everything he can.

The appearance of the CIA's secret army just happened to allow him to be removed from this mission. As for whether Jenny can successfully join the assassin's mutual aid association, it is none of his business.

It's just a bet, and it's not worth letting yourself fall out with the Continental Hotel.

The Continental Hotel is not terrible, but what is terrible is what it represents, which is the unspoken rule formulated by the twelve superpowers in the underground world.

This unspoken rule is not to say that it cannot be broken, but a question of whether it is worthwhile.

And even if you want to break through, you need to have enough strength to support it, at least until when you can fight against a superhero at the level of Captain America, maybe you have the initial capital to fight against the Continental Hotel .

What's more, there seems to be nothing wrong with being linked to the Continental Hotel.

While thinking wildly, Jordani quickly returned to the Continental Hotel again, got out of the car with his luggage, sorted out the expression on his face, and brewed a little murderous look.

Only then did Jordani enter the lobby of the Continental Hotel angrily.

At the end of the lobby, there is always Charon standing there meticulously, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, full of politeness and elegance.

"Charon, I want to see Winston. I must give me an account of what happened tonight."

murderous,

Jordani deliberately revealed it, and lifted his coat, and there were seven or eight bullets embedded in the suit inside.

The special bullets were placed on the table, and Charon's face soon showed a dignified expression.

This is a custom bullet for the CIA's secret forces, and things are beyond Charon's handling.

"Mr. Jovovich, please wait a moment, I will help you contact Mr. Winston immediately."

Charon took Jordani to a resting place, and quickly returned to the bar to make a phone call.

After a while, Charon put down the phone, came to Jordani's side, and said, "Mr. Jovovich, Mr. Winston is already waiting for you in the garden."

Saying goodbye to Charon, Jordani soon came to the rooftop garden of the Continental Hotel.

Winston still had the old sleepless look, full of mystery and wisdom, as if a thin mist was covering his body, making it impossible to see through.

First, he poured a glass of wine for the murderous Jordani, and then Winston said: "Joe, this incident happened too suddenly, and now the mission site has been completely blocked by the FBI, I need you to tell me what happened What!"

Jordani's murderous spirit remained undiminished, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and said, "Someone is breaking the rules, taking action before the mission was actually issued, and launched an attack on me."

"I killed more than a dozen people and then escaped. The matter is as simple as that, but I think the Continental Hotel should give me an explanation."

Winston frowned and met Jordani's eyes.

After a while, Winston said with a worried face, "Joe, no one will break the rules, and no one dares to break the rules."

"This matter is more complicated. Those who do it are the CIA."

The more he said, the more pain Winston felt, and the expression on his face was also very helpless.

The underground world, after all, is an underground world. When the sun rises, all the darkness will dissipate, and the CIA is already a holy light level.

In fact, Winston is also in a dilemma. If he admits Jordani, the rules of the Continental Hotel are broken, and he must take revenge. The rules cannot be broken.

But a group of killers from the underground world, going to take revenge on the CIA, is definitely an old birthday star eating arsenic and getting impatient.

Are the killers gone? Or is the CIA unable to lift a knife?

I really think the US government doesn't want to lose face.

But if Winston denies Jordani's words and mentions the involvement of the CIA, then there is a problem with the mission information given by the Continental Hotel.

Fortunately, the other killers who received the mission said that they can modify the mission information before the mission time comes.

But when Jordani stepped on the spot in the past, he was already involved in the crossfire of the CIA secret forces.

This is a headache, because the party at fault is in the Continental Hotel, so on the one hand, Jordani has to give an explanation or compensation.

On the other hand, Winston must find a way to prevent Jordani from telling the Continental's mistakes.

After thinking for a moment, Winston said, "Joe, I hope you can keep this matter in your stomach. The task record will be deleted, and the hotel will give you an explanation and a hush money."

If it was an ordinary rookie killer, Winston might choose to kill to silence him.

But when Jordani was talking just now, Winston noticed a message that they exchanged fire with the CIA secret forces, and the other party actually killed more than a dozen people and escaped unharmed.

It's scary to think about it carefully, ordinary people, can they do such a thing.

Jordani watched the face of Winston on the opposite side change again and again, and felt secretly refreshed in his heart.

On the way back, Jordani had already thought about all kinds of problems, even outside the hotel, leaving behind for himself.

Now that things are going smoothly, Jordani suddenly laughed in his heart.

Fortunately, his acting skills are in place, Jordani didn't show the joy in his heart, and said with a sullen face: "Winston, I respect you very much, and I can agree to your request, but when it comes to compensation and hush money, I have to Certain options."

Winston frowned, and finally said: "Yes, I hope you can grasp the measurement."