William walked to the door of the last living person's room, fired a few shots at the lock, breaking it. He then stood to the side of the door, pushed it open, and slowly extended his left hand, holding the gun, into the room. Relying on his senses, he fired repeatedly at the person hiding behind the table.
William was quite cunning. He didn't expose any part of his body at all, instead extending his Glock 17 through the wall and engaging in a shootout with the opponent. This is where the Glock's advantage came into play. After several shots exchanged between the person in the room and William, a click-clack sound came, indicating the opponent was out of bullets. The person in the room quickly ducked under the table to reload. William wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass.
He flashed into the room, firing both Glocks at the weak points of the table. Several shots pierced the wooden table and hit the person underneath. However, due to the wood absorbing some of the force, the person under the table was hit several times but didn't die. William moved closer and fired a few more shots, finally sending the guy to meet Satan.
At this late hour, with the night so quiet, the gunshots must have reached the ears of nearby residents. William didn't hesitate and went straight to the third floor, searching room by room, but unfortunately, he only found Amanda.
Without time to think further, William wrapped Amanda in a blanket, picked her up, went down to the second floor, grabbed the unconscious guy, and quickly walked to his car.
First, he threw the unconscious person on the ground, opened the back car door, carried Amanda in, opened the trunk, used zip ties to bind her hands and feet, and gagged her. He then drove out of the neighborhood quickly. Once on the main street, William slowed down, driving at a steady speed so that even if he encountered the police, they wouldn't be suspicious.
William took out his phone and called Bryan. "Beep, beep. Hello, William, any news?" Bryan's anxious voice came through the phone.
"Sorry, Bryan, I haven't found Ginny yet, but I found Amanda and captured an Albanian alive. I need a place to interrogate him," William said, turning to look at Amanda. "Also, Amanda was injected with 'white powder,' and she's not doing well right now; she's having tremors. Bryan, do you have a safe doctor? I need to get Amanda medical attention before interrogating the captive." William explained.
"Your location, William?" After speaking, William heard Bryan shout, "Sam, map! William needs us to guide him to our safe house!"
William immediately said, "I just came from Paradise Street, and I'm on Baker Street now."
"Bay Street, three blocks from Baker Street. We have a safe house there. Giles runs a small hotel there, and he knows medicine. William can take Amanda there," Sam said loudly.
"Understood, I'm heading there now. Also, I need a safe house to interrogate the captive," William said.
"Okay, we'll arrange a safe house for you right away," Bryan quickly replied.
William drove for fifteen minutes and arrived at the hotel run by Giles. William carried Amanda into the hotel. Fortunately, it was already past midnight, and there were no guests. Giles took Amanda and said to William, "You'd better switch cars. Do you know how to pick locks?"
William nodded, turned, and left. He didn't want to deal with unfamiliar people, as it might expose his identity. He had no relationship with the man in front of him, and it was clear that Giles was a retired special agent. He now had a wife and children, and who knew what might happen in the future? It was better to be cautious.
William drove a few blocks away and, in a dark spot, stole an ordinary SUV. He transferred the still-unconscious person to the newly stolen car. William parked his rented Land Rover, and even paid for the parking space at a roadside automated payment machine.
After getting into the stolen car, he called Bryan and told him the location of the rented Land Rover. He didn't have the time or energy to deal with the car himself. If he had the energy, the simplest way would be to drive it to a remote place and burn it, then tell the rental company the car was stolen and just pay them for it.
Bryan quickly said no problem and, after giving William the address of a safe house, Bryan chuckled on the phone and said to William, "I didn't expect you wouldn't know the cleaner's number, William. I thought you'd definitely know about the cleaners."
William, driving, was confused by Bryan's words. "What's a cleaner?"
Sam's laughter came through the phone. He said, "Cleaners are an organization specifically for people like you who need trouble cleaned up. They're only responsible for helping people dispose of bodies, eliminate evidence, and clean up messes. Simply put, these guys are evidence removal experts. They don't participate in any conflicts; they're only responsible for helping people tie up loose ends."
"What? There are people who specialize in that, and a whole group of them?"
Bryan affirmed, "Of course. There are such people in Europe and America, and many of them are professional forensic science graduates. These guys are professional evidence elimination experts. This is a very ancient organization. It is said that in order to make their business better, these guys vigorously promoted forensic science in Europe and spread it, and gradually their presence expanded throughout Europe and America."
William listened, dumbfounded. To make the organization's business better, they actually vigorously promoted the development of forensic science? Isn't that like having their cake and eating it too? They handle the legal side, then the illicit side. Impressive.
William asked curiously, "How much does this organization charge?"
Bryan knew William would be interested in the cleaners and said with a smile, "They don't accept cash, only gold coins. One gold coin per body. No one can find any evidence in bodies handled by the cleaners. These gold coins are issued by an organization called the Continental Hotel. Some say one gold coin is worth 10,000 US dollars, others say 1 million US dollars."
"You can't buy these gold coins anywhere; you can only get them after completing tasks for the Continental Hotel. However, if you're really willing to spend a million US dollars, someone will definitely sell them to you. So, let's talk about the gold coins later. I'll take care of that car for you. You should focus on finding Ginny."
"Alright," William hung up the phone, thinking about what Bryan had just said. Wait, the Continental Hotel? John Wick? That retired old guy? William suddenly remembered. No, John Wick shouldn't be retired yet. He seemed to be working for a polar bear gang.
And Bryan must have taken tasks from the Continental Hotel, and probably quite a few, otherwise, how would he be so familiar with it?
William found the safe house using the address Bryan provided. He observed the surroundings for several rounds, and after confirming there was no danger, William drove the car into a small courtyard. He punched the already conscious captive in the head, knocking him out again.
William dragged the guy by his leg into the house. Upon reaching the living room, William threw him on the ground and found something to drink and eat. He had only eaten a little at noon and was starving. He decided to eat his fill before dealing with the guy on the floor.
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