For Parker, Elion's words were equivalent to confirming his suspicions. He had known from the very beginning that he would be exposed to his enemies' gaze sooner or later.
What he did not expect was that it would happen so soon, and now, in order to survive the clutches of the Visionary Crows organization, he would need to do miserable things.
Even before asking, he had still harbored a shred of hope, believing that the assassins pursuing him were not connected to that organization.
However, Elion's words revealed this harsh truth to him.
Faced with the pursuit of the Crows, he had no choice but to start by changing his alias and even consider altering his face with skin surgeries.
Moreover, he could not remain within the Crows' territory, which was basically the United States; it would be better to cross the ocean to the other side of the sea, to a country without the Crows' influence!
Thinking of this…
Ignoring his injuries, Parker went to his room, took his weapon, secured it at his belt, and began packing his belongings.
Seeing Parker's nervous expression, Elion followed him and said, "Even for the best assassin, it would be impossible to escape those who want him dead. They might even know that you're in this hotel and are just waiting for the moment you step out to kill you."
"And if they're as crazy as I imagine, the reason they haven't arrived yet is because everyone here has been reassigned to provide security for some important figure who is also staying at this hotel."
Parker stopped what he was doing, looked up, and asked, "An important figure of the Crows?"
"That's right, an old man named Albert. That old man had Crow tattoos all over his body, and the people guarding him carried the same tattoo on their hands as the assassins you killed."
"That old man…"
"I think once things calm down with Albert, the others will come looking for you.
Well then… I'll take my leave now."
Upon hearing Elion's words, a ruthless glint flashed in Parker's eyes. He understood that there might be other paths he could take instead of fleeing.
Because if the Crows wanted him dead, he could strike first—and strike hard.
When the deranged assassins of the Crows came looking for him, Albert's security—one of the three heads of the organization—would be at its weakest point.
This would be a great opportunity for him!
As soon as Albert died, the various factions within the Crow organization would fight to become the new representative of the entire organization before the High Table!
At that point, no one would care who Parker was or where he went. He would have plenty of time to make a complete change and start a new life!
The only thing holding him back was the damage he was suffering, which was continuously tearing his body apart.
It is worth noting that the simple one-way valve that Elion had fashioned had not yet been replaced.
Moreover, blood was constantly seeping out from the area wrapped in gauze.
The rest most necessary for Parker due to his traumatic pneumothorax was actually the hardest thing for him to do at this moment.
However, at that moment, Elion, who had reached the door, stopped and placed a few things in the small cabinet beside it.
"Oh, right. These are the painkillers and adrenaline I left you after my treatment. If you're going to exert yourself later, these things can help you temporarily forget everything."
After saying that, Elion opened the door and left without looking back.
The pieces were already in place; whether they could take root and bloom would depend on how strong Parker's hand was.
That said, Elion actually could not feel at ease knowing that he was involved with the two edges of the blade hanging near his neck.
This was a crucial moment that would determine whether he could achieve a long lifespan. In the end, Elion decided to go to the underground club to have a drink.
He could not access the Continental Hotel's monitoring room, but he could obtain first-hand information from the underground assassin bar, where most information flowed.
After paying one gold coin, Elion returned to the bar, which was filled with an atmosphere of indulgence.
There, he unexpectedly encountered another of his patients—the woman with the scissors, who was Gretel, one of the assassins who, together with her brother, were among the most effective at present.
"One bottle of tequila, please."
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Gretel slightly turned her head and saw Elion. She murmured, "I imagined you dead."
"Well, I'm good at keeping myself in safe places." Now that Elion was looking closely at this woman, he realized that she was quite attractive, which planted an overly dangerous idea in his mind.