章節 6: Continental
Lost pet cat...
An underage girl who ran away from home...
Suspected cheating husband...
Stolen jewelry...
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Although there are many letters of entrustment stuffed at the entrance of the office, they are basically some routine detective business, which can't interest Russell at all.
After quickly browsing the letters of entrustment in his hand, Russell threw them into the trash can.
Let's solve the problem of anonymous calls first!
Russell opened the office cabinet behind him, entered the password, and opened the safe inside.
Several stacks of cash, twenty or thirty gold coins, two pistols, and four magazines.
These two pistols, one is HKP30L and the other is Glock 26.
Although Russell has a physique that is far beyond normal, when he was a killer, he still preferred to use a pistol instead of rushing to melee like a berserker.
In order to be a good killer, he also deliberately learned several different shooting techniques.
For example, Mozambique shooting, contact shooting, directional shooting, C.A.R.s shooting, etc.
Times have changed!
Now is not the time to be a assassin with a gun.
Professionalism determines how long a assassin can live.
He took the HKP30L and Glock 26 out of the safe and checked them. After confirming that there was no problem, Russell put the two guns in the holster and hung them on the belt.
After taking the weapon, he took out two spare magazines and ten gold coins from the safe and put them in his pocket.
After doing all this, he locked the safe, closed the door of the office, and took a taxi to the Continental Hotel.
Although he drove over, he had no plans to drive to the hotel by himself.
Continental Hotel.
From the outside, this is an ordinary hotel located at an intersection.
But in fact, this is New York's assassin base.
Regardless of whether it is a direct-operated assassin of the Continental Hotel, as long as you have the gold coins issued by the management behind the Continental Hotel "High Table", you can enter the hotel and enjoy all the services of the hotel.
The Continental Hotel is New York's assassin base.
Not only the assassins know this, but the New York police as well.
But knowing and knowing, so far, Russell has not heard of any unlucky person who was taken away by the police in the hotel.
To a certain extent, the Continental Hotel represents safety.
Staying here, you won't have to worry about the sudden arrival of the police, let alone the assassination of your peers.
But today, Russell came to the Continental Hotel not to stay, but to gather information.
After getting off the taxi, Russell walked straight into the hotel.
He didn't go to the front desk to find the bald black waiter Charon, but headed to the secret bar located in the basement of the hotel.
There was a coin slot on the door of the bar.
After taking out a gold coin from his pocket and inserting it, the waiter inside opened the observation window on the door and took a look.
After confirming that only Russell was at the door, the waiter opened the door.
The entrance fee was one gold coin!
Although these gold coins were issued and promoted by the High Table, the purchasing power of these gold coins had always been a mystery.
Enter the bar, one gold coin.
Find a doctor, one gold coin.
Check in to the hotel, one gold coin.
Dealing with a corpse was still a gold coin.
Even if you just let someone bring your pet dog to the hotel, it was a gold coin.
In a big way, a gold coin could hire a killer.
To put it mildly, one gold coin could only help someone take care of a pet dog for a few hours.
Although the purchasing power of these gold coins had always been a mystery, with the promotion of the High Table, these gold coins had become the hard currency of the killer world.
This High Table was also quite an interesting thing, an assassination alliance formed by major gangs around the world, with a total of 12 seats, headquartered in the desert near Casablanca.
These 12 seats were the management of the High Table, which were occupied by the Kemora, the Mafia, the Glory Society, the Chinese, and the Russians.
The Continental Hotel was one of the subsidiaries of the High Table.
On the surface, the inside of the High Table was united and united to defend against foreign enemies.
But in fact, there were undercurrents and intrigue inside.
But this had nothing to do with Russell.
Although he was the direct hitman of the Continental Hotel, he did not belong to any faction.
If there was a task of interest, he would do it.
If not, he would be a private investigator who obeyed the law and paid taxes on time.
It wasn't even night yet.
But there were already many customers in the bar.
Among them were some of Russell's old friends.
After nodding to these people, he went straight to the bar, took out a gold coin and handed it to the bartender.
"I want a reliable hacker, any recommendations?"
"The hacker organization Rising Tide has recently done several quite sensational cases. Do you need to contact you?"
The bartender said while wiping his glass.
Rising Tide Organization?
This name sounded a little familiar!
"Okay, let them call me on this phone."
After speaking, Russell took out a business card with only a phone number from his pocket and put the business card next to the gold coins.
"Okay, Mr. Bradley!"
"Want something to drink?"
The bartender put away the business card and gold coins and said with a smile.
"Same as always"
"Okay, sir!"
The bartender took out a glass from the bar and poured Russell a glass of 18-year-old whisky.
It sounds kind of funny.
Russell has been a killer for more than two years, and many targets have died at his hands.
But it wasn't until this year that he finally reached the legal drinking age.
At 16, you can get married and obtain a driver's license, and at 18, you can join the army and go to the battlefield.
Yet, you can't legally drink until you're 21 in the U.S.
What's even more amusing is that this legal provision that people under 21 cannot drink alcohol has different interpretations in various states.
Some states make it illegal to consume and possess alcoholic beverages under the age of 21.
In other states, there is no legislation stating that it is illegal to consume alcohol under the age of 21, only selling alcohol to customers under 21 is prohibited.
Even private consumption has different regulations in different states.
Some states allow it, others do not...
Some states permit it in the presence of a guardian, others allow it for religious reasons...
It's just a legal provision on drinking age, and it has been manipulated in various ways by different states.
It was just a tad funny to him.
Just as Russell was pondering about the world, a tall, attractive black-haired lady came to sit next to him, placing her right hand directly on his shoulder.
"Are you free handsome?", she whispered with a sultry voice in his ears.
"Perkins, I have a girlfriend you know."
Russell removed the female assassin Perkins' right hand from his shoulder and said slowly.
Perkins is also an old acquaintance of his, and they have worked together on several missions.
Although most killers are lone wolves, an individual's power is limited after all.
When faced with some special tasks, it is inevitable to need some partners.
"I know, but is your girlfriend in the room right now?"
"I've seen her, and she's not that stingy. She won't mind you having some extra fun"
Perkins raised her right hand again, lifting Russell's chin with her fingers, and said charmingly.
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