Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

Chapter 283 Good news! Everyone! We discovered the correct way to use your aromatherapy burner!

"Jonathan Wick, the legendary killer of the Continental Hotel, the deadly assassin known as the Night Stalker..."

Sahara desert, the palace of the elders.

At this time, John was kneeling on one knee, his head lowered so that no one could see his expression, and opposite him was a thin Middle Eastern man.

Above the high table, the center of power, the uncrowned king and elder whose status is higher than the twelve seats.

"The news you bring surprises me, son."

"I am here to fulfill the requirements of the High Table, Elder." John lowered his head, his low and hoarse voice was like whispering, "The Inquisitor said that as long as I complete the tasks of the High Table, I will be given my freedom. .”

"If I remember correctly, you have sworn to be a member of the Templar Order, Jonathan..." The elder pursed his lips in disappointment, then stood up and walked to John, squatted down slowly, and spoke with John looked level, "No one has ever been so persistent in breaking away from the control of the High Table, because breaking away is equal to death. Jonathan, before you, there were countless beings who wanted to stay away from the High Table, but without exception, they all died."

"Most of the tasks given to you by the High Table and your 'resignation application' are impossible or extremely difficult to complete, but you have completed them very well. Strength is not everything. Sometimes, some things require faith. .”

The elder stared at John's face, his eyes full of inquiry, and he whispered:

"Tell me, Jonathan, what makes you so persistent, even in the face of death?"

"For my deceased wife." John raised his head with a sad expression and said softly, "My beloved Helen, in order to live a peaceful life, I will spend the rest of my life remembering her."

"...I understand." The elder looked at John and nodded thoughtfully, "But unfortunately, when you came to meet me, you had already entered a higher circle. Maybe you can Pass the trials of the High Table to become a so-called 'free', but you cannot abandon your current identity as a Templar, Jonathan."

"You will serve the Temple Order for the rest of your life. Of course you will get more support, a better life, a more comfortable house, and you may even meet new relationships, but you cannot escape completely."

John was silent. At this time, he seemed very calm. He did not feel angry at being deceived, nor did he impulsively draw a gun, nor did he suppress his anger forcibly. Calm, so calm that it was weird, he didn't even make any movement, he just knelt down on one knee and looked at the elder, as if what the elder said had nothing to do with him, John Wick.

"I thought you would be angry because of this. I was even prepared to let my guardians stop your endless anger, but it seems that it is not necessary." The elder looked at John at this time as if he was admiring something. "Perhaps you don't know that the High Table has noticed you a long time ago when you showed your talents in the Roma Gang. But at that time, you were manic, arrogant, and these negative emotional effects Looking at you, maybe something in your bloodline has influenced you. Fortunately, many years later, you have become the person we need."

"When a devil learns to think calmly, then he has the qualifications to become the lord of hell. Congratulations, Jonathan." The elder chuckled and stood up, then turned and walked towards his seat, "Go and take the blood Bring back the dragon's body."

“May the Father of Insight guide us.”

However, John did not repeat the Temple oath as he did when he took the oath.

The elder frowned slightly. He turned his head and looked at the silent John behind him. He saw John slowly stood up and bowed slowly, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. It can only be said that the silent Night Demon is still a bit perceptive. After all, it always feels like he will go on a rampage and kill people in the next second...

In this regard, I can only say that sometimes people still have to trust their sixth sense.

"May the Father of Insight guide you, Elder." John's voice sounded slowly. "I will send you to the Father of Insight."

"what?"

"boom!"

Before the elder of the High Table could react, he felt a chill coming from his body. Almost the next second, his head was grabbed by John, and his neck was smashed on the armrest of his seat, and then , John picked up the incense burner on the table beside him, grabbed the incense burner with both hands and smashed it hard, once, twice, three times, click.

After a crisp bone sound, the elder of the high table just lay on the seat with his butt stuck out in a posture that was very attractive to male coppers. His head was lowered and his neck was deformed.

John gasped and spat on the elder's body. After thinking for three seconds, John took a deep breath, and then, in his low and hoarse voice, he spoke in Yanguo dialect. :

"Go to hell with the big shark arm."

Before leaving, Chen Yan once taught him a few Yanguo dialects while chatting with him. Among them, when talking about how to make the assassination look more powerful, John read a very powerful sentence, which meant: May you return to the embrace of death and so on, and then ask Chen Yan how to say this in Yanguo dialect.

Hence the sentence above.

It seems that Chen Yan has gone further and further on the road of leading John astray. It always feels like his behavior is paying tribute to a certain Yan Guo director who wishes to remain anonymous...

After rummaging around in the elder's tent, John didn't find any firearms. He regretfully picked up the pen in the drawer and strolled out of the tent.

Before he killed the elder, Chen Yan's message came through the earphone, and he moved his hands. The security force the elder mentioned was actually guarding the door all the time, because the elder was sure that John would not dare to kill him, even if the night devil was angry. Well, he had to submit obediently to the threat of several heavy machine guns.

However, it backfired.

When John walked out of the tent, the scene in front of him shocked him.

There was no body except blood everywhere.

Even if the blood stains on the ground hadn't completely dissipated from the smell of blood, John would have almost not been able to tell whether it was blood or water.

In the heavily guarded elder's palace, the entire garrison evaporated without making any sound?

As for our instigator, he was casually holding an unsheathed straight knife and looking quietly at Zero, who was kneeling on the sand in front of him.

"Ahem...the blood dragon of the Yan Kingdom..." Blood continued to flow from the corners of Zero's mouth, and his body was covered with shocking wounds. However, Chen Yan's body was spotless. "Interesting... so interesting..."

"If I could be ten years younger..."

"I suggest that if you are young for a hundred years and reinvent yourself twice, you might be able to get a good pregnancy and stop living a small life." Chen Yan flicked the knife in his hand coolly.

"Maybe...but, I am very happy to fight against an opponent like you..." Zero smiled miserably, his own ribs now inserted into his stomach and passed through him. "I won't just let it go, Blood Dragon... I will come back to find you."

"Do not."

Chen Yan stepped forward with the knife, put the tip of the knife against Zero's neck, and whispered.

"I never give my enemy a chance."

The sword flashed.