Chapter 8

The previous year, Jordan's tasks were all small characters. On the one hand, he was unarmed, which would make people feel guilty. On the other hand, he acted like a stand-alone game, boring and tight.

So for a while, Jordan was depressed.

Until the appearance of Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Cassian and others, it seemed that Jordan had found the joy of life.

For example, this time the CIA's secret forces, a full joint operation of more than 40 people.

Its combat effectiveness, among some relatively backward small countries, is even enough to set off a coup.

A high-intensity battle ended with the arrival of CIA support troops and Jordan's easy retreat.

Between gunfire and iron, relying on the strong body skill and shooting skill, the feeling of full fire is quite wonderful.

A little less than that, the peak strength of ordinary people, or a little less meaning, can not be the power of skills, perfect burst out.

Out of the battlefield kilometers, Jordan soon entered his advance reconnaissance of a good house.

This is the spot that Jordan stepped on ahead of time. A set of Broadway family tickets and Hilton family suite trial coupons are enough to keep the family from going home all day.

The operation was even smoother than he thought. Jordan didn't expect that the CIA paid so much attention to John Smith, and even sent secret forces to clean up the hidden dangers even though it was willing to cross-border law enforcement.

"Hello, is that the FBI?"

"This is 92nd street in the upper city. There's a firefight. Come and wash the floor quickly!"

"What, who am I? What are you doing? "

"Hum, I'm working for CIA. Why should I explain to others?"

Pop!

"Hello, is that the New York City police department? This is 92nd street. The FBI and CIA are in a shootout... "

"Don't thank me. I'm a red scarf..."

Pop!

The CIA and the FBI are enemies. The CIA has no law enforcement power in the United States, and the FBI can only investigate federal cases.

Plus a NYPD.

Jordan hung up the phone with satisfaction. There were no criminals at the scene, only CIA wounded and bodies. If the three parties came at the same time, it would be a long time of wrangling, perfect.

In the room to deal with his body may leave traces and evidence, Jordan changed his clothes, in the continuous sound of police cars, take a taxi to the mainland hotel.

On the Smiths' side, Jordan has done everything he can.

The emergence of CIA secret forces can just take her out of this mission. It's none of her business whether Jennie can join the assassin mutual aid association or not.

It's just a bet. It's not worth falling out with mainland hotels.

The mainland hotel is not terrible. What is terrible is the meaning it represents, which is the hidden rule formulated by the twelve super forces in the underground world.

This kind of unspoken rule is not to say that it cannot be broken, but whether it is worth it.

And even if you want to break it, you need to have enough strength to support it. At least you have to wait until when you can fight against the super hero of Captain America. Maybe you have the capital to fight against the mainland hotels.

What's more, it doesn't seem that it's bad to be linked with mainland hotels.

In his wishful thinking, Jordan soon returned to the mainland hotel again, got off with his luggage, sorted out the expression on his face, and brewed a little murderous.

With this talent, Jordan entered the lobby of the mainland hotel.

At the end of the hall, Charon, who always stands there meticulously, with a pair of gold glasses, is full of politeness and elegance.

"Charon, I want to see Winston. You must give me an account of what happened tonight."

Full of murderous air, Jordan deliberately revealed that he opened his coat. On the suit inside, there were seven or eight bullets embedded in it.

The special bullet was placed on the table, and a dignified look appeared on Charon's face.

This is a customized bullet for CIA secret forces, which is beyond the scope of Charon.

"Just a moment, Mr. Jovovich. I'll contact Mr. Winston for you right away."

Charon takes jordani to a rest room and soon returns to the bar to make a phone call.

After a while, Charon put down the phone, came to Jordan's side, said: "Mr. Jovovich, Mr. Winston has been waiting for you in the garden."

Farewell to Charon, Jordan soon came to the roof garden of Continental Hotel.

Winston was still a sleepy old man, full of mystery and wisdom, as if covered with a layer of mist.

First, he poured a glass of wine for the murderous Jordan. Then Winston said, "Joe, this thing happened too suddenly. Now the mission site has been completely blocked by the FBI. I need you to tell me what happened!"

"Someone broke the rules and attacked me before the task was really assigned," he said

"I killed more than a dozen people and then escaped. It's so simple, but I think the mainland hotel should give me an explanation."

Winston frowned and looked at Jordan.

A moment later, Winston frowned and said, "Joe, no one breaks the rules, no one dares to break them."

"It's a complicated matter. The people who do it are the CIA."

The more he said it, the more painful Winston felt, and the expression on his face was helpless.

The underground world, after all, is the underground world. When it rises in the sun, all the darkness will dissipate, and the CIA is already at the level of holy light.

In fact, Winston is also in a dilemma. If he admits that the rules of mainland hotels have been broken, he must retaliate. The rules can't be broken.

But a group of killers in the underground world, to revenge on the CIA, it is absolutely the old man who ate arsenic and was impatient.

Are the killers gone? Or is the CIA unable to use the knife?

I really think the U.S. government doesn't want face.

But if Winston denies Jordan's words and says that after CIA's participation, there is something wrong with the mission information given by mainland hotels.

Other killers who have received the task say that before the task time comes, just modify the task information.

But when Jordan used to stand by, he had been involved in the exchange of fire among CIA secret forces.

This is a headache, because the fault side, in the mainland Hotel, so on the one hand to give Jordan an account, or compensation.

Winston, on the other hand, had to find a way not to let Jordan talk about the mainland hotel's mistakes.

After thinking for a moment, Winston said, "Joe, I hope you can rot in your stomach about this matter. The mission record will be eliminated, and the hotel will give you an account and a sealing fee."

If it's an ordinary rookie killer, Winston might choose to kill.

But just now, when Jordan was talking, Winston noticed a message that he had an exchange of fire with CIA secret forces. The other party killed more than a dozen people and escaped unharmed.

I'm afraid that ordinary people can do such things.

Jordan looked at Winston opposite, his face changed again and again, and his heart was dark and cool.

On the way back, Jordan had already thought about all aspects of the problem, even outside the hotel, to leave behind.

Now things are going well, and Jordan's heart starts to laugh.

Fortunately, his acting skills were in place. Jordan didn't show his joy in his heart. He said, "Winston, I respect you very much. I can agree to your request, but I have to have a certain choice in the compensation and sealing fee."

Winston frowned and finally said, "yes, I hope you can grasp the measurement."