Chapter 1068 - Boogeyman John Is Hungry

This so-called currency was a contract between the owner of the property and the exchange market; it was essentially an agreement between all owners.

The Continental Hotel’s gold coins naturally also had their own basic currency value.

It was an “interpersonal” exchange contract, and a mutual agreement between the High Table and numerous participants.

Just like how a country couldn’t churn out money excessively without causing the economy to collapse, the Continental Hotel’s gold coins couldn’t be produced casually.

Every gold coin required a person to contribute something in service to the underworld.

Hence, the Continental Hotel wasn’t a platform for hitmen, but an underworld business platform with broader significance.

Assassinations were just one of the services it provided.

Other professional services such as arms, equipment, intelligence, and various professional items could also be purchased with gold coins.

As long as you met the price, the gold coin was more useful than USD.

If Luke had access to the Continental Hotel, he would be able to buy most of the research equipment and materials he needed.

Of course, participation in this system was restricted and controlled.

The police could get a rough picture of a person’s daily activities by tracking the activity on their credit cards and bank accounts.

In the same way, the High Table and the Continental Hotel could also monitor the people in the underworld through the use of gold coins.

In the past, Luke wouldn’t have joined the system since he had too many secrets, and it would be troublesome to be monitored.

Now? His… alias, the Boogeyman, John Wick, was hungry.

In addition, his face-changing program was still in the development stage, but he had already gained quite a lot.

System: You have defeated John Wick and have received a list of his abilities.

John Wick’s abilities: Basic Combat, Basic Cold Weapons… Elementary Assassination, Elementary Firearms, Elementary Concealment (X-gene; Prerequisites: 20 Strength, 20 Dexterity, 20 Mental Strength and 10,000 credit points)

Sure enough, the Boogeyman wasn’t an ordinary person.

So far, Luke hadn’t seen many people with Elementary Firearms.

After Luke gave Frank an electric shock a few days ago, this ability was also made available to him. However, Luke didn’t want this already lonely person to become even more unlucky, and looked for an opportunity to cancel the outcome of their “fight.”

As for John Wick, it wouldn’t hurt for him to be a little unlucky. After all, he had done a lot of bad things.

Luke was using John Wick’s abilities to redeem him.

Elementary Assassination was an added bonus, which would make him more realistic as John.

But the biggest gain was still Elementary Concealment.

In simple terms, this ability was like a “small transparent” halo.

When in use, it could significantly reduce a person’s sense of aura and presence so that they would be subconsciously ignored.

As long as it was used properly, this ability was similar to invisibility.

Of course, it wouldn’t fool some people or animals, nor surveillance cameras or other monitoring equipment.

However, this was already formidable enough.

John’s reputation as the Boogeyman was largely attributed to this ability.

With it, John had infiltrated many places to assassinate many famous underground bosses while surrounded by guards.

This ability was also useful to Luke as a police detective.

He didn’t need to use it fully; he just needed to use it in a critical moment to kill his target in one hit. It wasn’t as obvious as other abilities, and wouldn’t easily arouse suspicion.

Luke decisively learned all three elementary abilities, which only cost him 12,000 points.

He still had 167,500 points left.

It wasn’t that he had become arrogant recently; he could afford to buy these non-essential abilities in the short term, since he had yet to meet the prerequisites for the essential abilities.

For example, what he wanted most was Stacy’s Elementary Replication, which required 60 Strength. After that was Iron Hide Creech’s Elementary Tempering, which required 80 Strength.

There was no need to consider these two abilities before his Dexterity reached 40.

However, he also wanted to upgrade the inventory’s storage function.

His conjecture was that the next upgrade would require one million credit points.

He would need to level up to level 18 in order to accumulate enough points.

I’m still too poor! He thought to himself, I’m counting on you guys at the High Table. Don’t disappoint me!

…

On 20 January, a handsome man in a suit named John Wick boarded a flight to Rome.

It was also Luke’s first time experiencing how terrifying it was to be in first class as a handsome guy.

If his original appearance and temperament could be rated as seven out of ten, with looks that would make a person’s eyes light up, then John Wick was at least nine out of ten; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that he could make many women lose their sh*t.

So, after he boarded the plane with John’s face, the two beautiful flight attendants in first class kindly asked him many times if he needed their services, including but not limited to coffee, tea, or… ahem.

During the flight, even the two flight attendants in charge of economy class came to join in the fun, and asked if he wanted a blanket.

Alright, it was a bit too much to put it that way. These two senior flight attendants were only in their forties, and their appearances were quite outstanding among their peers.

Luke could only stroke his beard. Was it the beard that made this alias so hot?

As it turned out, many women liked rich men… but they liked handsome rich men even more.

The other passengers in first class clearly didn’t lack money, but they enjoyed less than a third of the attention Luke received.

This proved that men weren’t the only ones who liked to look at appearances.

When the plane landed at Fiumicino Airport, Luke was still the center of attention.

Before he got into his rental car, he had already received two small slips of paper with phone numbers on them.

Shaking his head helplessly, he threw them into the rubbish bin at the entrance of the hall, along with the four slips of paper he had received on the plane, before he rented a car and headed straight to the hotel.

He arrived outside an old building, and then entered a church-like door with a pointed arch. Inside was a majestic scene.

On the domed ceiling of the long hall was a gorgeous and exquisite ancient mural which depicted all kinds of gods and angels looking down at the people coming and going.

Luke walked to the counter, and the tall African-American receptionist asked politely, “Welcome to the Rome Continental. How can I help you?”

He took out a gold coin, placed it on the counter, and pushed it over. “I want a room.”

A smile appeared on the receptionist’s face as she deftly picked up the gold coin and placed it into a slot under the counter.

A green light swept over the gold coin, and a small screen in front of the counter displayed the word “Pass”; it had confirmed that the serial number on the coin was correct and that the pattern matched. It wasn’t a fake.

She nodded and said, “Please wait a moment, Sir.”

“Jonathan?” A voice rang out nearby.