Why should I let others take away the hard-earned money I worked so hard to earn?
Lake narrowed his eyes and started to mock the many killers in the bar without any hesitation.
The expressions of the killers in the bar changed simultaneously.
With a snap.
A bald man, codenamed Baldy, who lived up to his name, slammed the table and said, "Black King, you are too arrogant."
Lake's mouth curled up: "Really? I'm sorry, that's just my personality. If you don't agree, just shoot me."
"You think I don't dare?"
"Oh."
Lake smiled down.
Next second.
A Glock 17 appeared in Lake's hand, with the muzzle pointed at the bald man.
The bald man's face suddenly changed: "Black King, this is the Continental Hotel."
Lake tilted his head: "I know, I also know that I dare to shoot here, do you want to bet?"
Bald man: "..."
The bartender stopped wiping his glass, but did not choose to report the situation. Instead, he watched with interest.
The other killers didn't make any moves, just looked at Lake and the bald man.
Lake had a smile on his face from beginning to end.
The bald man's eyes were wandering.
After a while.
The bald man snorted coldly and called him a madman, then stood up and walked towards the elevator.
All right.
He didn't dare to gamble.
Although it is an iron rule not to fire a gun in a mainland hotel, if Lake really fired a gun, the bald man would die, and he would be at a disadvantage no matter how you look at it.
so...
The bald man was scared.
Seeing this, Lake chuckled, turned the pistol in a circle in his hand, and then it disappeared.
"sharp."
"Not as good as you."
Lake smiled again at Carlos, who was sitting across from him. "You're a top-ranked assassin in the assassin world, and I'm just a nobody. I earn my money through hard work, so if someone tries to steal my money, I'll be furious. I'll be so furious that I'll have to kill that person's entire family to relieve the hatred in my heart."
The sound was low, but loud enough to carry throughout the room.
Lake once again warned everyone in the bar not to steal his money.
Just then.
A voice came over the bar's loudspeaker.
[Killer Cross, the expulsion order will take effect in one hour. The reward is 1.5 million. The reward is open to everyone.]
here we go!
Lake raised his eyebrows and looked at Carlos who was sitting opposite him.
Carlos' expression didn't change at all.
He knew he had to come back at this moment and had already prepared himself mentally.
Many killers in the bar have begun to move towards the elevator, intending to find a favorable position outside the Continental Hotel first.
The bartender had already walked out from the bar, ready to politely ask Carlos to leave. From the moment the expulsion order came into effect, all businesses under the name of the Continental Hotel and the killer world were closed to Carlos.
"The cross first..."
"etc."
"…"
Carlos gestured to the bartender who had already walked to the table to wait, then drank the last glass of whiskey in front of him, and then looked at Lake: "Can you give me one night?"
Lake said nothing but looked at Carlos.
Carlos smiled and said, "Since we're leaving, I plan to find a few more people to accompany me. Can you give me one night?"
Lake said: "I have no objection, but can you hold on?"
He came here tonight and told his girlfriend Maureen that he was out to buy a pack of cigarettes. If he stayed outside for another two hours, Lake felt that his girlfriend would probably call the emergency number and say that he disappeared while he was out buying cigarettes.
It would be troublesome if the New York Police Department mobilized the entire city.
After all, it is not impossible, considering that Lake had just destroyed a killer organization not long ago.
only...
Can Carlos last the night?
"Don't worry!" Carlos stood up, handed the note in his hand to Lake and said, "For him, I will persevere. This is the only thing I can do."
Lake took the note without even looking at it and nodded, "Okay, happy hunting."
Carlos smiled: "Thank you!"
Finished.
Carlos turned and walked towards the elevator, walking very casually.
I guess there will be a bloody storm in New York tonight.
Lake said this in his heart, then drank the bourbon in front of him. After figuring that Carlos had left the Continental Hotel, he stood up and walked towards the elevator.
Although it is a little different from the 2 million US dollar reward I imagined.
but...
One million and a half US dollars is not a small amount, enough to draw fifteen prizes.
It's a huge profit.
Star Building.
Maureen, who was sitting at the bar reading a book in her pajamas waiting for Lake to come back, turned around and looked at Lake who had entered the room, frowning slightly: "Did you run to New Jersey to buy cigarettes?"
Lake shrugged and said, "I met a friend on the way and chatted for a while."
Mo Lin rolled his eyes at Lake, stood up, and came over to help Lake take off his coat. He paused slightly and asked, "Are you still drinking?"
Lake said, "Just a couple of drinks at the bar."
Mo Lin was speechless: "You are injured, and you are still drinking. Do you really think you are an iron man?"
"That dude is the iron man."
"What?"
"...nothing!"
Lake laughed and hugged his girlfriend with one hand: "Don't worry, I'm fine. I will be healed in three days."
Morin looked at Lake helplessly, sighed, and shook his head: "Go take a shower."
Lake smiled and said, "As you wish!"
Late at night.
Lake, shirtless, leaned on the bed. He first glanced at his girlfriend Maureen who was sleeping quietly next to him, then his eyes fell on the bay window in the bedroom, and then he wanted to see New York under the starry sky through the curtains of the bay window.
New York is expected to be particularly busy tonight.
Two hours have passed.
It is estimated that Carlos' final hunt has already begun, and who knows how many assassins who overestimate their own capabilities will be buried with Carlos.
Lake thought so in his heart.
In Lake's mind, Carlos's threat is even greater than John Wick's.
It's very simple.
Carlos is a top assassin from the fraternity with amazing skills in gun fighting, and John Wick is equally powerful, but in terms of personal combat power he is far inferior to Carlos who can make bullets turn.
As for the 80% of the killers in the world who only know how to shoot, there might be a chance if they attack together, but if they expect to take Carlos's bounty alone, they will undoubtedly be killed.
Lake glanced at the phone on his bedside table.
He wasn't worried at all that the phone would ring in a while. Before Carlos's bounty came into effect, the Continental Hotel's body collection team would probably have already spread out to every corner of New York.
No body.
Of course there is no case, but it is estimated that none of the patrol police will be able to sleep tonight.
…