Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

The building Ross promised was very good, but it was not available tonight, but Lincoln was not too worried because he had other places to live.

The Continental Hotel, the power that Lincoln asked Schmidt to build before leaving Clausburg.

Although Schmidt's ambition was eventually dashed by Captain America, the Continental Hotel, an organization that had absolutely nothing to do with Hydra in Brightface Mountain, survived.

Later, the Continental Hotel, which served as a liaison organization for dark side killers, was absorbed by Hydra and became an important part of the dark side that rules the world.

It can be said that Lincoln's original expectations for the Continental Hotel were fully met during this period.

No. 175 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan Island, New York. Just like killers traveling around the world day and night, the Continental Hotel never stops operating. No matter when you open the door and walk into the hotel open to the public, you can always see

To the front desk who stood meticulously behind the counter.

The moment Lincoln walked into the hotel, the camera had already recorded his face and completed the comparison. After glancing at the comparison information on the screen, Charon at the front desk looked at Lincoln calmly: "Sir, we are a private club and are not open to the public.

Open for business.”

"I know it's a private club." Lincoln looked at the people going around and nodded slightly: "So there must be a way to stay here, right?"

Charon looked at Lincoln carefully for a few seconds to make sure he was not joking, then took out a card from the counter and put it in front of Lincoln: "Sir, you need to activate your personal information before you can check in."

Lincoln took the business card and looked at it. On it was a website address, a network address that was different from what he knew.

He pondered for a moment and handed the card back: "I don't have a mobile phone or computer, why don't you help me?"

Looking at Lincoln's simple outfit, Charon fell silent again. After a moment, he put the cards back on the front desk, and then silently started typing on the computer keyboard.

"Name."

"Lincoln."

"Sex...Age."

"Confidentiality."

"Code name."

"...god."

The movement of Charon's hand suddenly stopped. He raised his head and gave Lincoln a meaningful look: "Are you sure you want to give this code name? This is not a game."

"I'm sure." Lincoln nodded, with a slight smile on his face: "Just register."

Charon glanced at Lincoln again, as if he wanted to find out where Lincoln got the courage to register such a name in the assassin organization's network, but after some pondering, he saw nothing.

His fingers clicked three times on the keyboard, and as Charon pressed the Enter key, a codename named 'God' that no one had ever dared to take appeared in the killer organization's registration network.

The registration network for killer codenames is a public network, and people are watching to see if there are new killers joining at almost any time. Naturally, the appearance of the codename "God" cannot be hidden from their eyes.

When a post titled "Shocked! Someone actually dares to call himself a 'god'!" appeared on the killer communication forum, the entire killer world was detonated.

Killers are often given code names based on their own hospitals, but considering that a cool code name often becomes the target of everyone's attention, most people's code names are unremarkable.

Among a group of codenames composed of letters and numbers, the codename "God" seems out of place, looking like a taunt uttered by a newbie in the industry to everyone.

Some people didn't care about this, but some people laughed: "Come on, let's teach this newbie a lesson. The killer's opponents are not only the police and bodyguards, but also his peers."

Lincoln didn't know how quickly he was being targeted. After completing the registration as a killer, he pointed to the table and said, "Get me a room."

Charon didn't move: "You don't have enough gold coins."

"It doesn't matter if I don't have it, as long as someone does." Lincoln said, looking at a killer who just walked in from the door: "Put it on his account."

Charon glanced at the unlucky guy who was targeted by Lincoln and shook his head: "Sorry, unless he agrees, I can't take out the gold coins in his pocket to pay for your room. In addition, it is prohibited in the Continental Hotel.

use force."

"Really?" Lincoln nodded slightly, turned to look at the unlucky killer, and stretched out his hand.

With a whoosh, in the dumbfounded eyes of the unlucky man, the gold coin he put in his pocket instantly tore his clothes and fell into Lincoln's hands like a bird returning to its nest.

Throwing the gold coins in his hand up and down, they made a clear jingling sound. Lincoln patted the gold coins down one by one: "One for staying in the hotel, one for staying in the hotel, and help me find a good-looking partner. I like a more traditional one."

Charon collected the room fee and tapped another gold coin with his finger: "I suggest you add another one, so the quality will be much higher, and there will be a special selection list. Of course, this is just me

Personal advice.”

Lincoln thought for a moment, then shrugged and placed another gold coin: "Then add one more."

When the dirty transaction happened right in front of him, and the money used was his own hard-earned money, the unlucky killer became angry. He rushed up with a naked face and wanted to snatch the gold coins away, but Charon didn't care.

Slowly but one step faster, he took away the two gold coins.

Therefore, the unlucky man could only look at Lincoln: "Give me my gold coins!"

"What if I don't pay it back? What can you do to me?" Lincoln reached out and pulled the unfortunate guy's hand away from his collar, scorning him like a villain: "Pay attention, this is the Continental Hotel, if

If you move your hands, no one can save you."

It was a good thing that Lincoln didn't speak. This statement immediately reminded the unlucky man. He looked at Charon hurriedly: "You saw it, you just saw it. He took away my gold coins. You should expel him!"

"You said that I snatched your gold coins, do you have any evidence?" Lincoln chuckled: "It was obviously your gold coins that came to my hands on their own. I just gave them a better destination. How can you say that?

It was me who stole your gold coins."

As he spoke, Lincoln looked at Charon: "If you ask me, this kind of sinister guy should be expelled from the killer list. What do you think?"

Charon, who was in a neutral position, did not speak and was just operating on the computer.

The unlucky killer was already blushing with anger. He stared at Lincoln closely, with naked murderous intent in his eyes: "I must kill you! Just wait for me!"

"Ah, yes, yes, I'll wait." Lincoln waved his hand, took out a piece of Yuan Datou from his pocket and threw it on the ground.

The unlucky guy's eyes were involuntarily attracted to the jingling coins, and then Lincoln's plain voice sounded: "Pick it up for you."

The unlucky man's eyesight went dark, and he felt that his energy and blood were rushing towards Tianling Gai like a fountain.