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

Chapter 336: Routines and Counter-Routines | Rapid Battle: Requiem (8)

In fact, acting skills are also part of the strength.

Because Ye Ken and John fought for a full ten minutes without leaving any wounds on each other. What was outrageous was that the people watching the ceremony didn't see anything wrong, because there were several times when the sword almost hit the opponent. , but was dodged away in time, or used strange methods to resist or even crack.

John and Ye Ken were not taught by the same master, but they just couldn't break each other's tricks.

“Boring!!!”

The sound of gold and iron clashing.

At this time, the blades of the European-style swords in the hands of the two were already full of gaps. After another struggle, the two separated with difficulty. Afterwards, they both panted heavily and regained their strength.

"You should choose the matchlock gun." Katia glanced at Gramont's gloomy face and said softly, "At least you don't have to wait so long."

"..." Grammont did not respond. The pistol in his pocket was held tightly and the safety was turned on.

"It's a pity that there is no intermission in the duel." Ye Ken shouted to John while leaning on his sword, "Your skills are still so good, John."

"Heh...you too." John slowly stood up straight and waved the katana sword in his hand casually.

"second round?"

"it is good."

The two figures rushed toward each other again, and at this moment, a gunshot broke the silence of the church.

"boom!"

"Be careful!!!"

Ye Ken rushed toward John, pushed John away, and raised the blade of the sword in his hand!

"Bore!"

A warhead was firmly embedded in the blade of the katana sword, causing a trace of sparks to appear.

"what do you mean?"

Katia looked at Gramont beside her coldly, and the pistol in Gramont's hand was pointed at the rest of the audience.

"I think it's time to stop here." Grammont raised his gun high, with uncontrollable anger on his face, "I suspect that my agent has reached an agreement with the other party's agent. The other person was determined to kill him, so I chose to help him."

"I think everyone won't mind, what do you think? Katya."

"Any interference in the duel will be regarded as a waiver, Gramont." The referee said with a cold expression, "You shouldn't do this, you have already committed a foul."

"Foul? No, no, no... Your Excellency, Judge, you have misunderstood me." Grammont sneered, turning the muzzle of his gun and pointing it at the Judge of the High Table, "From the beginning, I had no intention of letting them leave alive, regardless of the threat. Ke, or Kane, or even you..."

"What bullshit rules..."

"This is the 21st century! Old antiques, your style has long been eliminated by the times!"

"Well, it seems that I don't have to wait until the poison wears off." Ye Ken casually threw aside the sword in his hand, "This guy has exposed himself."

John, on the other hand, frowned slightly and helped Ye Ken up from the ground. Grammont laughed loudly like a victor: "All of you...will die here today!"

"I will report it to the High Table. It was John Wick and Kane who killed you, Your Majesty the Adjudicator, and I, as the hero who punished them both, will get higher rights in the High Table!"

From all directions, dozens of gangsters wearing tactical equipment appeared. The guns in their hands reflected cold light, and the muzzles of the guns were pointed at everyone present, surrounding everyone in the duel venue!

"You don't really think that I will act like a fool and cause you to turn upside down in Paris, and you can get away with it just by fighting like a child's play in this ghost place, right?" Grammont showed a ferocious smile on his face, He walked slowly to the side of the adjudicator, and put the muzzle of the gun against the adjudicator's forehead, "The bounty offered by the High Table is just to consume your ammunition... The content of the duel is only to ensure that you are completely disarmed... Now, you are just insects that I can control."

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty the Advocate, but for the sake of my better future, I have to ask you to die."

"Crack, snap, snap."

Untimely applause broke out.

Winston sat quietly in the audience seat, applauding silently, but the applause seemed to be mocking Grammont's villainous behavior. He just looked at Grammont indifferently and did not speak.

The referee, who had a gun pressed against his head, had a flash of light in his remaining eye. He slowly raised his hands and said softly: "Unexpectedly, the representative of the High Table was the first to violate the rules of the High Table."

"What you do before the duel will not have any impact. After all, the duel has not started yet, but your current behavior is already trampling on the dignity of the High Table."

"Dignity?" Grammont responded with a sneer, "The dignity of the High Table has long been gone. As early as decades ago when the Yan people stepped on the head of the High Table and asked to be a seat on the High Table, the dignity of the High Table was already gone." Nothing left!"

"You old antiques should go to the grave and think about your life..."

"I will make the High Table great again."

Crazy laughter echoed in front of the Sacred Heart Cathedral. The gangsters who surrounded everyone were all loading their firearms, ready to open fire at any time to kill everyone except Gramont.

"I appreciate your idea, Lord Gramont, but I have to remind you of one thing." There was a look of disappointment in the adjudicator's eyes, and he said softly. "Before you can shoot, you first have to press the trigger."

"Ok?"

Grammont frowned slightly, isn't this nonsense? Why not press the trigger...

“昘!!!”

The sword flashed.

Gramont's hand holding the gun was cut off by John's sword. Before Gramont could feel the pain, the severed wrist began to spray blood!

The gangsters who surrounded everyone strangely did not move, but quietly watched everything in front of them.

"I think the original meaning of the words of your Excellency the Judge is, kill people, kill people, why are there so many beeps." Ye Ken slowly squatted down, picked up the pistol thrown on the ground, pointed the muzzle of the gun at Gramont and screamed. direction, spitting hard. "Bah, throw yourself on the street and smash your house with a shovel."

"At first, when Mr. Winston found me, I thought that the information obtained by his companions was inaccurate." The judge slowly lowered his hands and looked at Gramont with extremely cold eyes. "The spokesmen of the High Table conspired to violate the Rules of the High Table and to murder members of the High Table and all those involved in the hallowed dueling arena... What a travesty."

“Ahhhhh——!”

Gramont, who had lost his right hand, could only scream. The severe pain in his wrist made him unable to respond to the referee's words.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Grammont, you have lost your last chance."

The adjudicator turned around and left in disappointment, along with the gangsters who sprang out from the corner, following the adjudicator's footsteps. When the adjudicator walked to Winston, he paused slightly and whispered.

"He is yours."

"But don't forget, John Wick cannot survive in this world. The High Table will not allow a so-called 'saint' who is above itself to live."

"That's the only way you can regain everything, Mr. Winston."