Chapter 22: The tiger who is going to be lonely or the tiger

I have worked hard to find a way to earn hard-earned money, why let others take it away.

Lake narrowed his eyes and unceremoniously turned on the group mocking mode to the many killers in the bar.

The expressions of the killers in the bar changed.

There was a snap.

A bald-headed man who was codenamed Bald, who is also known as his name, appeared on the scene: "Black King, you are too arrogant."

Lake’s mouth curled up: “Is that right, I’m sorry, I’m just this character, I’m not convinced, you shoot.”

"Do you think I dare not?"

"Ah."

Lake lowered his head and smiled.

Next second.

Glock 17 appeared in Lake's hand, the muzzle was aimed at the bald man.

The bald man's face changed suddenly: "Black King, this is the Continental Hotel."

Lake tilted his head: "I know, I still know, I dare to shoot here, do you want to bet?"

Bald man: "..."

The bartender stopped wiping the wine glass himself, but he did not choose to report the situation here, but looked at him with interest.

The other assassins didn't move much, they just looked at Lake and the bald man.

Lake had a smile from beginning to end.

The bald man has erratic eyes.

after a while.

The bald man gave a cold snort of the lunatic, then got up and walked towards the elevator.

Ok.

He didn't dare to bet.

Although it is an iron rule not to shoot in the Continental Hotel, if Lake does shoot and the bald man himself is dead, he will suffer no matter what.

and so…

The bald man persuaded.

Lake laughed when he saw it, and disappeared after turning the pistol in his hand a circle.

"Awesome."

"Not as good as you."

Lake smiled with Carlos sitting across from him again: "You are the top killer in the killer world. I am a little transparent and earn hard money. So if someone wants to grab my money, I will be very angry. Killing that person's family and letting him stay away will relieve my hatred."

The voice is very low, but it is enough to spread throughout the audience.

Lake, this is once again warning everyone in the bar, don't grab his money.

at this time.

A voice came from the loudspeaker in the bar.

【Killer’s Cross, the expulsion order will take effect one hour after the effective time, the reward amount is 1.5 million, and the reward order is for everyone. 】

it has started!

Lake raised his eyebrows and looked at Carlos who was sitting across from him.

Carlos's expression did not change at all.

He knew that he was back at this moment, and he was already mentally prepared.

The many killers in the bar have already started walking towards the elevator, planning to find a favorable position outside the Continental Hotel first.

The bartender had already walked out from the bar, and was polite to ask Carlos to leave. From the moment the deportation order took effect, all businesses under the name of the Continental Hotel and the killer community were closed to Carlos.

"Cross first..."

"and many more."

"..."

Carlos made a wait gesture towards the bartender who had come to the table, then drank the last glass of whiskey in front of him, and then looked at Lake: "Can you give me one night?"

Lake didn't speak but looked at Carlos.

Carlos smiled and said, "Since I am leaving, I plan to find more people to accompany me. Can you give me one night?"

Lake said, "I have no problem, but, do you insist on it?"

He came tonight to tell his girlfriend Maureen that he was out to buy a pack of cigarettes. If he stayed outside for another two hours, Lake felt that his girlfriend would probably call an emergency call and say that his time to buy cigarettes had disappeared.

Then the New York Police Department will be in trouble all over the city.

After all, this is not impossible, considering that Lake just destroyed a killer organization not long ago.

just...

Can Carlos last all night?

"Don't worry!" Carlos got up, handed the note in his hand to Lake and said: "For him, I will stick to it. This is the only thing I can do."

Lake took the note, did not read it, and nodded: "Okay, I wish you a happy hunt."

Carlos smiled: "Thank you!"

finished.

Carlos turned and walked towards the elevator, walking very freely.

It is estimated that there will be a **** storm in New York tonight.

Lake said in his heart, and then drank the bourbon in front of him, thinking that after Carlos had left the Continental Hotel, he got up and walked towards the elevator.

Although there is a gap between the two million dollars in the reward that I imagined.

but…

One and a half million dollars is a lot, and you can draw 15 prizes.

Earn blood.

Star Building.

Maureen, who was sitting at the counter reading a book, waiting for Lake to return in pajamas, turned and looked at Lake who entered the house, frowning slightly: "Did you go to New Jersey to buy cigarettes?"

Lake shrugged and said, "I met a friend on the road and chatted for a while."

Morin glanced at Lake blankly, got up, came to help Lake take off his coat, and moved slightly: "Are you still drinking?"

Lake said: "It's just a small drink in the bar."

Maureen was a little speechless: "You are all injured and you are drinking. Do you really think you are an iron man?"

"That **** is the iron man. UU Reading "

"what?"

"…It's nothing!"

Lake hit a haha ​​and hugged his girlfriend with one hand: "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm probably healed in three days."

Morin looked helplessly at Lake and sighed, then shook his head: "Let's take a shower."

Lake smiled and said, "Oh, yes!"

late at night.

Lake with the upper body leaning on the bed, first glanced at his girlfriend Maureen who was sleeping quietly next to him, then his eyes fell on the bay window of the bedroom, and then he wanted to see New York under the stars through the window curtain.

New York is expected to be particularly busy tonight.

Two hours have passed.

It is estimated that Carlos's final hunt has already begun, and I don't know how many overpowered assassins are going to be buried with Carlos.

Lake thought so.

In Lake's heart, Carlos's threatening power is even higher than that of John Wick.

is very simple.

Carlos is a top-level assassin with the magical skills of gun fighting, and John Wick is equally powerful, but in terms of personal combat effectiveness, he is far inferior to Carlos, who can turn bullets.

On the 80% of the killer world, only the killer who knows a sudden meal, may have a chance together, and expecting to take away Carlos' bounty alone is undoubtedly a food delivery.

Lake glanced at the phone he had placed on the bedside.

I don’t even worry about the phone ringing after a while. Before Carlos’s reward order takes effect, it is estimated that the corpse collection team of the Continental Hotel has already begun to branch out in all corners of New York.

There is no body.

Of course, there is no case, but tonight, the patrolling police estimated that no one would sleep.

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