American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 403 The Continental Hotel is hereby removed from the list.

Mainland hotels.

Neutral zone of the High Table Council.

No member of parliament is allowed to kill on the hotel premises; anyone who violates this rule will face relentless persecution.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Guided by the directions, Allen finally found the location and, carrying John on his back, broke into the hotel.

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

At the door, a black waiter reached out to stop them, but even seeing the seriously injured John, he showed no sign of letting up.

Allen casually pulled a gold coin from his pocket.

The next second, the waiter made an invitation gesture without being arrogant or humble.

"A vain guy."

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

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

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

To be honest, the staff were very tempted.

If I pull off one big heist, I can retire early.

Arrange for a doctor.

At this point, Winston, the hotel's top manager, stepped in and suppressed his subordinates' restless thoughts.

He and John had known each other for a long time, watching each other grow into top assassins.

However, things in life are unpredictable.

Having experienced the pain of losing his wife, John decided to retire from the world at the height of his fame.

As a result, the peaceful days did not last long. The family's classic car was stolen by gangsters, and even the dog they had adopted to relieve their loneliness was killed in front of them.

Left with no other choice, he embarked on the path of revenge once again.

Winston stepped in to help, partly out of consideration for their past relationship, and partly to uphold the rules of the mainland hotels.

The waiters carried John away for treatment.

In terms of medical technology, the High Table Council is very confident in its global leadership.

The reason for this is that the controlled medical companies do not actually obtain data from human trials.

"May I ask who you are?" Winston asked calmly.

Judging from Allen's attire alone, he does indeed have a somewhat unconventional style, and is likely a very individualistic assassin.

"I, Allen, never seek recognition when I do good deeds."

"..."

Ok.

Your name is Allen, I know.

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

"You mean the High Table Council?"

Allen scoffed, "I'm the main character, how could I possibly be killed by bullets?"

"..."

No wonder he was wearing a hospital gown; he's mentally ill.

Winston realized the problem and stopped wasting his breath.

He has no interest in stopping a mentally ill person who is ignorant of his own limitations and wants to die.

After all, the members of the High Table Council are no saints.

While John was being taken to the hospital for treatment, many more people came to the Mainland Hotel.

Without a doubt, they are assassins who move at the first sign of trouble.

A single bounty of tens of millions of US dollars is enough to cover the cost of a hitman taking on hundreds of missions.

It's important to know that being an assassin is a high-risk profession, and assassination targets are often protected by bodyguards.

Moreover, the assassination locations are scattered throughout the country, which means that a single mission takes about a month to complete.

He completes one mission per month, making him a very diligent workaholic.

However, with Winston in charge, many assassins dared not break the rules rashly.

The fact that mainland hotels dare to set rules for neutral zones clearly indicates that they have the resources to exert deterrence.

The assassins belong to different factions.

The High Table Council is composed of criminal families and gangs, each with its own assassins, so they are in competition with each other.

"Ta-da..., ta-da-da..., ta-da-da..."

The upbeat melody immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Looking around, Allen, dressed in a black trench coat and top hat, looked like a Mafia godfather, with a toothpick dangling from his lips, and was providing his own voiceover for his entrance.

"Don't move."

Suddenly, Allen swept his hands outwards, pointing them at the assassins as if they were pistols.

Fortunately, everyone was ashamed.

If you're trying to scare people, then pull out a real gun.

Look how scared the waiter is, he's about to draw his gun.

"I hereby declare that John is in the protection of my Visadi family."

Allen grabbed the trench coat and top hat from the hanger on a whim, just to indulge in the fantasy of being a mob boss.

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

Although the Visadi family is not affiliated with the High Table, the Mafia they run is a behemoth that cannot be easily ignored.

The family's sugar business generates billions of dollars in profit annually, employing a strategy of "money paves the way, and everything goes smoothly."

"Of course...it's not possible."

Allen raised an eyebrow and said frankly, "I don't know the Sicilian Mafia, but I've seen Malèna. You have no idea how amazing the lead actress, Monica, is. The movie is 108 minutes long, and I was hard for 108 minutes straight."

"Is it really that exciting?"

A glint of light flashed in the tattooed killer's eyes, and his slightly upturned lips revealed him to be one of his kind.

"It's more than just exciting; it even has plots where a small horse pulls a large cart." Allen looked gloomy.

"Oh my..."

Ahem...

Just as the tattooed assassin was about to reply, his fellow assassin coughed to remind him.

Realizing he'd gone off-topic, the tattooed assassin turned and asked coldly, "Are you an assassin vying for your target?"

No, that's not it.

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

"..."

Those who just want to join in the fun are so talkative.

It was like casting pearls before swine.

The assassins patiently found their own positions and waited for John to step out of the hotel.

Once they leave the neutral zone, they will strike without hesitation; any hesitation for even a second could mean losing to someone else.

"This shop is temporarily closed. You must pay one gold coin if you wish to stay."

Winston's move was undoubtedly helping John extricate himself from the situation.

With such a killer watching, there's no way he could leave alive.

Furthermore, assassins under the High Table Council generally do not have extra money to exchange for gold coins. Only a few top assassins have extremely high appearance fees and enough gold coins to mobilize the organization's various services.

Boom!

The lobby glass was shattered, and Winston, who had just ordered everyone to leave, now had a bloody hole in his forehead.

"There's a sniper!"

Upon seeing this, the assassin instinctively sought cover.

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

"Where's the sniper?"

Allen looked out the window, trying to spot the killer lurking in the darkness.

puff!

A bullet whistled past and pierced Allen's top hat.

Inside the hotel, the assassins were in complete disarray.

The neutral zone regulations have automatically become invalid because the manager of the mainland hotel has died.

"Who the hell is so crazy?"

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

"Never mind who it is, the first thing to do is to escape the hotel."

"..."

The reason no one dares to cause trouble in mainland hotels is simply because everyone there is a villain.

Don't be fooled by the seemingly humble waiters and hotel management; they were all top-notch assassins who, after making mistakes or growing weary of killing, sought refuge in a mainland hotel to live out their remaining years in peace.

I will live on and never step out of the hotel again.

Now that Winston is dead, the waiters and management will surely retaliate fiercely and fight their way out.

Therefore, regardless of whether it was their backers who launched the attack, now it's all on their shoulders.

bang bang bang...

As expected, a firefight broke out in the hotel lobby.

The assassins and hotel staff exchanged fire, clearly in a fight to the death.

The people at the hotel, having received favors from Winston, were naturally willing to risk their lives to avenge him. Their past as assassins had long since made them indifferent to life and death.

Allen leaned against the corner of the wall, watching the two sides fight.

(End of this chapter)