Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Charon didn't say anything. Lincoln just thought he had acquiesced, waved his hand, opened the door and walked out.

It was too unethical to do anything at the hotel entrance, so it wasn't until Lincoln's back slowly walked into the street around the corner that the killer, who had been waiting for him for a long time, followed him.

Inside the Continental Hotel, the killers who knew little about Lincoln had an unusually keen sense of the environment.

They looked at Lincoln, who was surrounded by killers, and couldn't stop shaking their heads: "He is dead. In this case, even if the Night Demon comes, he will die here!"

Hearing this, a person next to him interjected: "If Night Demon hadn't retired yet, would you still dare to say what you just said?"

"What do I have..." The killer blushed and was about to argue, but suddenly he calmed down again.

Killer Assassins are always very dirty in their work. Maybe someone in this group of people is secretly recording. If the Night Stalker hears this, it won't be fun.

As expected, seeing that he didn't speak, everyone else's faces showed a trace of disappointment, and they looked at Lincoln again: "Would you like to take a gamble and guess how long he can last?"

"You won't be able to hold on for long." A killer sneered: "A fool like this who dares to use a code name like 'God' when he comes out will definitely die within ten minutes."

"I find it strange that so many people came to hunt him down just based on a code name?"

"You don't know?" One person replied: "The hotel has a mission, kill him, the reward is 5 million US dollars, 5 million US dollars!"

"Why don't you go?"

"I just finished one, don't you want to relax?"

"With all that said, do you want to bet?"

"Let's bet, $20, that he will finish in three minutes."

"50, ten minutes."

The crowd gradually gathered, and Charon did not stop him or join in. Instead, he opened the hotel's special services page and started choosing among them.

...

In an inconspicuous alleyway outside the hotel.

Lincoln, who was wandering aimlessly, stopped. He looked back and forth, then looked up again. The usually inaccessible alleyway was now full of killers with naked murderous intent.

A large order of 5 million is enough to create competition among these killers for business.

But what they were fighting for was not the certificate, but who could be the first to kill Lincoln.

Lincoln's mood was calm. He even looked at the pockets of these people through perspective. After a quick glance, his face immediately fell.

"Made, you idiots, do you have to eat gold coins to survive? You dare to come out with only a few gold coins on your body, you are simply too impatient to live!"

Lincoln's strange words put sneers on the faces of all the killers, but as they smiled, the smiles gradually disappeared and turned into uncontrollable panic.

Because they saw Lincoln's eyes light up.

"Go to hell!"

Lincoln's face was filled with a maniacal smile, and thousands of degrees of heat vision bloomed from his eyes. No living thing was spared wherever his vision passed.

One after another, the cut corpses fell on the damp ground. The remaining killers have completely realized that the 5 million order is not an easy pie, but a trap with no life!

They looked horrified and hurriedly turned around and fled without any thought of attacking. However, facing Lincoln who let go of the killing ban, any action was ridiculous and futile.

One corpse after another was left behind by him. No survivor could reveal the news about him. Everyone died inside.

To deal with these featureless artillery fire, Lincoln didn't even have the temperament to play with them. Decisive killing was the right choice.

After a moment, Lincoln reached out to take the gold coin that came from the air, feeling the slightly heavy weight from his pocket, and then a slight smile appeared on Lincoln's face.

Turning around and leaving the alleyway, Lincoln lined up the gold coins in his hand on the counter and looked at Charon: "How are you, have you chosen?"

"It has been selected and you need to make final confirmation." Charon put the gold coins away and then showed some pictures and videos: "Is this okay?"

"Very good! Very good!" Looking at the beauties who could only be seen in short videos before, Lincoln's eyes became brighter and brighter: "Your aesthetics are very good, I like them."

"As long as you like it." Charon smiled and clicked to confirm: "They will go to your room soon. I wish you a pleasant stay."

Lincoln waved his hand and returned to his room.

I have to say that the quality of beauties now is indeed much higher than during the Republic of China, at least in terms of height and figure!

Lincoln was a man who paid great attention to enjoying life, and beauty was a very important part of it. He didn't mind enjoying himself after doing his business.

When Lincoln returned to the room, he ignored the killers who were not interested in him, but those killers could not ignore Lincoln's existence.

From the time Lincoln walked into the alleyway to the screams heard inside, to when everything subsided, the whole process took less than three minutes. Seeing Lincoln walking out of the alleyway unscathed, they couldn't imagine what happened inside.

Driven by curiosity, some people finally started walking towards the alleyway, but when they saw the things in the alleyway clearly, they froze.

The wreckage all over the place is all the remains of the body that was directly cut off by the high temperature and heat. Every face is full of horror and disbelief, and there is still the smell of coke in the air that has not yet dissipated.

The visual and olfactory shock hit together. Even the killer who had already done many tasks felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach at this time, as if the contents in it were about to pour out in the next moment.

In less than three minutes, all the killers were killed, some of them on the hanging ladder at a high place. They had no idea how Lincoln did it.

Looking at the mess in this place, they could only vaguely see a brutal shadow crushing and killing everyone without mercy!

At this moment, the desire for life suddenly defeated the greed for money and the curiosity about the unknown. They looked at each other, closed their mouths in a tacit understanding, and then silently went to the hotel to get a room, carrying all their belongings.

The belongings left New York overnight.

They no longer compare Lincoln with anyone else, because the strength shown by Lincoln is already unique.

Now they just want to run as far away as possible from this ghost place!

The sky-high reward is still posted on the Continental Hotel's website, but after seeing the tragedy in the dark alley, most people have chosen to give up, but there is always a shortage of brave people in the world.

Hell's Kitchen, an unmarked area in New York City.

At his feet was a corpse whose skull was cut open by playing cards and lying on the ground bleeding profusely. Bullseye was holding a mobile phone in his hand, staring closely at the name displayed on it and the long list of rewards behind the name.

Grinning: "Not bad"