Hearing Duwei's hypothesis, Winston smiled and pointed at his feet:

"This is my hotel, mine!

If the judge wants to judge me, he has to ask the killers in this Continental Hotel if they agree.

After all, it’s me, Winston, who pays them benefits, not High Table!”

Winston's words were ringing.

After so many years of operation, he has the confidence to say this.

Just like John in front of me.

If the High Table went to war with him, he was confident that John would be on his side, just like the other killers.

This is where his confidence lies.

Even if the judge comes here and speaks some lofty words without shame, he is not afraid at all.

He has the strength to negotiate with the high table.

Unless the high table wants the entire beautiful country to be in a situation where there are no more assassins available, it will really break up with him.

Otherwise, fighting first and then making peace is a very common negotiation method.

Of course Du Wei understands this.

It's just that during the negotiation process, someone always has to pay a price.

And the one who pays this price will be John who has joined the Salvation Organization.

But even so, Winston never wanted to destroy the high table.

He just wants to be promoted to the high-level decision-making level by relying on these assassin favors accumulated over the years.

Because when you reach that level, the resources you have at your disposal are no longer just killers.

Things that are at the forefront of the times, such as Byron Pharmaceuticals, Decima Technology, Level 4 laboratories, hedge funds, etc., will all be open to Winston.

There is something in this that Winston is very interested in.

So Duwei was not stupid enough to ask Winston in person which side Winston would be on if it were between the high table table and them.

Asking such an unquestionable question would only make him look stupid, so Du Wei just nodded in agreement and continued:

"It makes sense, so what if the judge comes here?

If she talks nicely and cheerfully, we can entertain her.

But if she is here for trial, then she must be shown our methods."

Winston was very satisfied that Du Wei had abandoned the unrealistic idea of ​​assassinating the elder, and said with a smile:

"That's the truth."

"But what should we do about John's reward? We can't let him hide in this room all the time, right?"

Hearing Duwei change the topic back to John, Winston subconsciously rubbed the goblet in his hand.

He admires John because John is undoubtedly the top killer under his command.

Being able to kill the two heads of the Camorra family under heavy security is the best proof of John's skill.

He couldn't bear to let such a killer die in the carousel battle of those cat and dog killers.

This will be his greatest loss.

But the bounty from the top of the High Table is not something that Winston can cancel.

There are only three possibilities for revoking the bounty from the high-level officials of the High Table. One is to revoke it personally, the other is to complete the task and the target dies, and the third is to have the mysterious elder with veto power use his power.

Speaking of which, the second method is the easiest to implement. Faking death is really not a difficult task for Winston, who holds a lot of power.

It's just that John can't continue if he doesn't agree with this.

Did John really have to go to the elders in a narrow escape?

Winston couldn't make this decision. According to his selfishness, he hoped that John would stay in the Continental Hotel to solve all kinds of difficult things for him.

Letting John go would undoubtedly be a foolish move.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room fell into an eerie silence.

Duwei was waiting for Winston to answer, while Winston was wondering what to do, and John was missing his dead wife.

After a long time, Winston made a decision and sighed:

"Since you don't want to change your face, the only way to survive is to find the elder.

I can grant you access to the secret passageway beneath the Continental Hotel in New York.

This road directly connects to the intricate sewer pipes beneath New York.

After hundreds of years of continuous renovation and reconstruction, the sewer network has become a beast that can swallow people without spitting out bones.

Without a map to guide you, no one can easily escape from this maze-like network of sewer pipes.

So after leaving here, you can go anywhere you want from the Hudson River.

I just hope you won’t regret it then, and contact me when you’re ready.”

Winston left John's room carrying the half-drunk brandy bottle and his own goblet.

He was not worried that Du Wei and John would continue to plot to assassinate the elders.

As long as they are not stupid, crazy or stupid, they should understand that assassinating the elders will do no good except plunge the world into turmoil.

But what he didn't expect was that after he left, Du Wei actually took out a signal jammer and a noise shielding device, directly blocking any possibility of eavesdropping.

John watched Duwei's actions silently, and he understood that Duwei obviously had other ideas.

And it is very likely that Winston would not agree to that idea even if he died.

Looking at John who cast a curious look, Duwei smiled and said:

"If assassinating the elder will lead to chaos, then can't we just find someone to replace him for the time being?

Anyway, many people have never seen the mystery of the elder, so maybe no one will know if the elder has been replaced.

For example, do you know how many generations the current elder is?"

John opened his mouth slightly in surprise.

Du Wei's perspective on thinking about the problem is indeed a bit strange.

It seems that no one has ever considered this issue, including John himself.

He really didn't know the elder's name. He had known about the elder's existence since he entered the industry, but he had never heard of his deeds, information, or anything about him.

The existence of the elders is like the mythical Zeus, Odin and other legends.

Everyone knows about them, but no one has ever seen them.

They only heard words such as the elders are above the high table, the elders are invincible, and the elders have the right to speak in this world.

But once we take a closer look, it seems that no one can come up with a reason.

Who are the elders? Are the elders one person or a group of people? Are the elders really omnipotent?

No one can answer these questions.

After careful study, it is easy to come up with a question, that is, do elders really exist?

Or is it that the existence of elders is just a token, and anyone can become an elder as long as they get it?

In this way, the idea Du Wei mentioned before is not without possibility of success.

Even if he kills the elder, it will be fine. As long as he can pretend to be the elder, no one in the outside world will know what happened in that uninhabited desert.

Maybe someone has done this a long time ago.

John understood what Duwei really wanted to say almost instantly.

Rather than leaving your destiny in the hands of others, it's better to take control of it yourself!

John was already tired of this feeling of being driven around with a whip.

Kneel down to the elders or replace the elders, John prefers the latter.

So the only thing he needs to worry about now is how he can find and kill the legendary elder with super security?

Thinking of this, John said hoarsely:

"Do you know how to find him?"

Duwei nodded, enlarged the map on his phone and pushed it in front of John:

"Morocco, Casablanca, that city that is half sea water and half desert.

You need to reach the edge of the Sahara Desert, look up, and find the location of Canis Minor.

It's the constellation that follows Orion in the night sky.

You need to follow the brightest star until you are on the verge of death, and then the elders will choose to send someone to see you or let you expose your body in the scorching sun."
To be continued...