Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

In the hotel room, Lincoln, who had worked hard all night, sat on the sofa and fell into deep thought.

After two consecutive days of not doing his job, he finally remembered the purpose of coming to the Continental Hotel. He came here to take over the Continental Hotel, not to take care of the Continental Hotel's business.

"Mudd, don't do this next time. Just four women are so busy having fun that they almost forget about business!" Lincoln despised himself in his heart, then stood up and walked out the door: "Next time, there will be at least eight!"

...

In the underground bar, Winston sat in his usual seat, sipping wine and admiring the 'empire' he had built.

Just when he was in a happy mood, Lincoln walked over to him and sat down. He took Winston's wine and poured himself a glass. Then he said, "Let's talk?"

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Winston glanced at his treasured wine, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching: "I have put the glass of wine you just poured out for five years and I still don't want to drink it."

"Five years?" Lincoln smacked his lips: "It's still not long enough. If it's fifty years, maybe I can taste some special flavors."

As he spoke, he drank all the wine in the glass, then took out a token that Schmidt gave him during World War II and slapped it on the table: "Do you still remember this?"

Winston glanced at Lincoln with some confusion. He reached out and picked up the token on the table and looked at it carefully, then shook his head slightly: "What is this?"

Winston's answer was what Lincoln expected, but after actually hearing the answer, he couldn't help but sigh.

Reaching out to take back the exquisite token that didn't look like it was produced during World War II, Lincoln said as if talking to himself: "Do you know the origin of the Continental Hotel?"

The expression on Winston's face changed slightly. Before he could speak, Lincoln continued: "In the past, there was a man who had the power to subvert everything. Unfortunately, he was not strong enough to resist me."

"In order to survive, he agreed to my request to form a Continental Hotel, and promised that I could regain control of the Continental Hotel at any time in the future with this token."

"I let him live. Although he died in the end, the Continental Hotel has existed for decades because of this."

"I really hope that some of you can still remember this agreement and promise, but now it seems that I have thought too much."

Lincoln's tone was calm, but it made Winston's hair stand on end.

He didn't make the slightest move, or even a change in his eyes, until Lincoln placed the token in front of him again, then stood up, patted his shoulder, and whispered in a low voice.

"I know you don't have the final say at the Continental Hotel, so take this token and go find those who have the final say. I'll give them three days to appear in front of me."

"After three days, kill! None! Pardon!"

Winston could not see the expression on Lincoln's face, but the cold murderous intent revealed in those three decisive words made him tremble in his heart.

He stared at the token on the table intently, as if it could make him ignore the pressure behind him that was as huge as a mountain.

A few minutes later, Winston woke up and gasped for breath. A thin layer of sweat had appeared all over his body.

He reached out and grabbed the token, stood up and hurriedly walked to his office without thinking about it.

In his heart, he was frightened by the pressure brought by Lincoln. Winston gritted his teeth: "Damn it, how many things did those people at the high table hide?"

...

Winston did not know the original secret of the Continental Hotel, but as the picture of the token was submitted, the entire high table was shaken.

The meeting restarted, and all representatives of the twelve seats appeared in the virtual meeting room.

"How is that possible! It has obviously disappeared for sixty years, how could it still appear!" The president of the Brotherhood looked at the picture, his eyes full of doubts: "This must be a fake."

"Don't jump to conclusions so early, Sloan." Anthony, who seemed to be old but still in charge of the Italian Mafia, said in a calm voice: "If it is true or false, you just need to find someone to bring the thing over and verify it."

"And, compared to us, the elders are the ones who need to worry more about this."

Anthony's words made the entire high table fall silent.

As he said, they who hold the twelve seats on the high table are not actually the controllers of everything. Those elders who have extraordinary money, power, and status are the controllers of everything.

It is said that when the sky falls, only those who are tall can bear it. After thinking that the first people who need to make decisions are the elders, the pressure in everyone's hearts suddenly eases a lot.

Everyone looked at each other, and then passed the resolution in a tacit understanding, and sent the news of the token's reappearance to the elders who had been hiding behind the scenes all year round.

Deep in the desert, bustling cities, islands in the vast sea... As the picture was sent through the Internet, the elders were completely alarmed.

"Everyone, the token has appeared." Hashim, who was dressed in an Arab costume, said in a calm voice: "Someone wants to use this token to take away everything we have built."

"That's ridiculous!" An old man in a nightgown snorted coldly: "Send someone over and kill him."

"He is in New York." A woman looked at the information in her hand, then looked at the fourth elder: "I remember, that seems to be your territory."

Pierce, who has remained silent: Me!@#￥%&*￥

Pierce thought he could remain aloof by remaining silent, but the stares from the remaining three elders told him that he had to speak.

Pierce watched Fury go find Lincoln, watched the killers at the Continental Hotel go find Lincoln, and watched Kingpin's subordinate Bullseye go find Lincoln.

Everyone with names in New York had gone to find Lincoln, but now, it was his turn...

Being stared at by several other elders who were equally powerful and incredibly powerful, Pierce cursed in his heart, but showed a calm expression on his face: "I only found out now that he is in New York."

"So, here's what you think."

"You decide." Pierce chose to back down: "You make a decision. No matter what decision you make, I will support it."

The existence of Naci made everyone in Hydra shout and beat him up. Although Pierce represented Hydra as an elder, he usually kept silent. Today, his performance as usual did not make the other people suspicious at all.

Pierce abstained, and the remaining three just looked at each other and decided how to proceed.

Perhaps privately they would have other grievances, but on the surface, their attitudes toward Lincoln were consistent.

A few minutes later, a resolution signed by several elders from the presbytery was sent to the high table.

As this resolution was issued one after another, a must-kill mission for Lincoln was placed at the top of the list.

The no-blood policy at the Continental Hotel is lifted, and all consequences of the assassination attempt against Lincoln will be forgiven.

At this moment, almost all dark side organizations around the world knew of Lincoln's existence and regarded him as a man destined to die.