Chapter 780: Sniper, please vote! The monthly ticket situation is not good recently.
During the day the next day, the weather was calm, and the Continental Hotel was still singing and dancing. Killers from all over the United States continued to come here to check in. Killers all loved the Continental Hotel, because any form of fighting was prohibited here, and bloodshed was never allowed. This is an iron rule!
Of course, this is not just for killers at the high table. Killers from other organizations or gangs also need to abide by this rule. Killers are all insecure guys, so the killers themselves are quite happy to have such an absolutely safe place.
What's more, the Continental Hotel has a complete industrial chain that specializes in serving killers, and it is also the favorite of many killers. Of course, the Continental Hotel does not accept payment in any currency other than high-table gold coins, which is also a problem. This also leads to the dark
World, high table gold coins have always been strong.
Whether it is the High Table or Hannibal, it seems that they have reached a tacit understanding that the war will take place at night.
The police didn't see anything unusual during the day either.
But after six o'clock, as soon as the sun went down, a large number of police suddenly appeared in the neighborhood around the Continental Hotel. They then knocked on the door and informed the surrounding residents that a gas leak had occurred in the area and that they needed to be evacuated.
As for why the evacuation started so early...it's true that Americans, like all ghosts, seriously lack basic discipline. Even if the police come to the door, these guys will push when they can, but they will beep when they can't.
They just don't want to leave. It's not that they don't know the dangers of gas leaks, but that these guys have an innate confidence that even if a disaster happens, it won't happen to them.
Really, even though Kai has lived in the United States for so many years, he still can't understand where this wonderful self-confidence comes from.
Some were even more angry and even brought out lawyers, saying that this was a private place and they had no right to evict people...
All in all, it was a mess, and the people in the surrounding blocks were finally moved away. Then Kai asked the police to block all entrances and prohibit anyone from entering or leaving. Then he ignored it.
No one is allowed to enter or leave this area today.
And something interesting happened, that is, the reporter didn't come.
This is a very rare thing in New York. New York is an international city. Whenever something big happens, there will be piles of reporters, like green-haired flies smelling feces. I don’t know.
Why are there so many of them?
But unfortunately, reporters all over the city seemed unable to see such a big move by the police today.
After Kai noticed this, he immediately felt that he had made the right choice!
This is so much energy!
Of course, this cannot be the energy of the Gaotai Table family. After all, this is New York, and Gaotai Table cannot cover the sky with one hand. There are definitely other forces helping. As for why these forces are helping... the name "Hannibal" is enough.
Got it!
Don't forget the dirty water Tony poured on Hannibal.
As the saying goes, no one can resist the temptation of "rejuvenating one's youth".
"Then let's see how many people jump out tonight."
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Night falls, it's still very cold in New York in March, and unfortunately, it's snowing tonight.
There were no pedestrians on the silent street, and it was terrifyingly deserted. Some killers staying in the Continental Hotel immediately felt that something was wrong. This atmosphere... something big was going to happen! So the insecure killers prepared their weapons.
Be prepared to deal with dangers that may arise at any time.
There are some smart people who look around. Except for the Continental Hotel, which is still brightly lit, the entire area is dark. The Continental Hotel seems to be like a lighthouse standing in the darkness. It would be much more conspicuous.
Conspicuous!
This is a bad thing!
Although they didn't understand what happened, these people could immediately understand that they were coming for the Continental Hotel!
Must leave quickly!
Everyone is not stupid. If you dare to confront the Continental Hotel, how can your background be so small?
Unfortunately, I can't get out.
The Continental Hotel stopped everyone.
"I'm very sorry. Due to an emergency, no one is allowed to enter or leave the hotel." Wednesday led people to block the door of the hotel.
"Continental Hotel is going to violate a century-old tradition?" a killer said very dissatisfied.
Wednesday was not angry about this: "Of course not! The Continental Hotel will always be the Continental Hotel. But to avoid unnecessary harm, everyone can go back to their rooms and we will ensure your safety."
After saying that, Wednesday waved his hand, Solomon came over with several boxes. The boxes were opened and inside were all the gold coins from the high table.
"Of course, if you are willing to help the Continental Hotel and Gaotai Table defend against the enemy, these are the rewards. Not only that, Gaotai Table will also record a special contribution to all the VIPs who help."
Gold coins and so on are actually very fictitious. The gold content of High Desk gold coins is very high, but the cost of making gold coins is definitely far lower than the price represented by the gold coins. High Desk is playing a currency war in the dark world. Just minting coins every year is enough for them to make money.
The bowl is full.
So what is really valuable is special contributions. Why did Daredevil John leave the high table back then? Wasn't it because his special contributions were enough.
The High Table, like all similar organizations, has no barriers to entry and easy exit... There are really very few killers who have graduated in recent years, and Night Stalker John is the only one in these years. Of course, special contributions are not limited to this.
, in short, there are many ways to use it, it just depends on how the holder uses it. In short, the gold content is very high.
Some people who have no writing skills are tempted. But the really smart people immediately turn around and go to the room. It is too stupid to have a conflict with the high table here. In short, if you look at it again, if it really comes to the point where they have to run for their lives, they will naturally
Find a way to leave, as for living and dying with Gaotaizi... no one is stupid!
Wednesday did not stop him, but waited at the gate.
When the hands of the big clock in the hall reached twelve o'clock.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps on the street.
The footsteps were particularly clear on the silent street, like a drum beating in everyone's heart.
Hannibal still appeared on the street outside the Continental Hotel in his elegant suit, black tie, and black gloves.
Almost as soon as he appeared, several red dots came over and landed on his head, chest and abdomen. But his steps were not messy at all and he continued to walk towards the Continental Hotel.
When Wednesday saw his enemy coming, he opened the door and stood at the door with a group of heavily armed men.
"Hannibal?"
Hannibal looked at the man in front of him with interest, suddenly he looked familiar.
"Have we met before? Let me think about it... Well, it was in this hotel. I have indeed seen this face, but it just has an extra eyepatch. What is his name? Winston? Well, it should be
The name is correct. You look the same as him, so it seems you are related."
Wednesday was embarrassed, his brother... was killed, and the murderer could barely remember his appearance.
"Why?"
"What?"
"I don't remember our High Table provoking you, why are you trying to deal with us?" This is not only the doubt on Wednesday, but also the doubts within the High Table... After all, their High Table is not a fool, so why bother provoking Hannibal for nothing? High Table
Although they claim to dare to kill anyone, that is just talk. Do they dare to kill the President of the United States, let alone the President of the United States? In fact, they do not even dare to kill any head of state who has some international influence.
Dare to move, otherwise it will definitely cause huge backlash.
This world has its own rules. The high table sounds very cool, but according to this rule, they are just small fish, and eating shrimps is enough, but the big fish can eat them at any time.
Hannibal looked confused.
"You are killers! You are scum and scum. I need a reason to kill you...?"
Hannibal seems to be telling a truth.
Wednesday's face suddenly turned dark. This is a madman!
Almost as soon as Kai finished speaking, several snipers fired directly after synchronizing a simple countdown.
The silencer made the banging gunshots less obvious, but it was still clearly audible on a night like this.
With a popping sound, some bullets hit the ground behind him, and some hit the ground in front of him, but Kai's figure had disappeared.
The commander of this sniper operation seemed not surprised by this. He even determined Kai's position the next moment and simply gave the order: "Northwest, twelve o'clock direction."
The men behind Wednesday also pulled the trigger!
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
There was a loud sound of gunfire! Seven or eight MP7s were fired into a barrage.
Kai was a little surprised when he revealed his figure. He didn't expect that the other party could find him so quickly. Facing the overwhelming bullets, Kai's figure moved quickly in the dark night, but it still remained within the limit of a normal person, but his movements were very strange.
uncertain.
He seemed to be walking in the rain, but the 'raindrops' in the sky did not touch him at all. All the bullets were dodged by him in a very strange way!
"Mr. Wednesday!" The judge realized that ordinary bullets would be of no use to this man! So he decisively revealed his first trump card.
Wednesday opened his trench coat, revealing a silver-white revolver at his waist.
This pistol is called the 'Holy Killer'. An unknown holy object, it is the collection of the 'Elder'. The Holy Killer is said to be made by the Angel of Death and can kill anything! Not only that, it also has unlimited
Bullets, so even though it is a revolver, it actually does not need to be reloaded.
This was given to Wednesday by the 'elders' in recognition of his consistent service over decades and as a reward for his loyalty.
bump!
A bullet with strong light was shot directly from the muzzle, drawing a silver line in the night sky and hitting Hannibal's forehead.
Hannibal's eyes widened!
There was a look of disbelief on his face.
There was a trace of contempt on Wednesday's face, and then he put away the gun handsomely. He turned around and planned to go back to his brother's former room, have a drink, and pay homage to his brother.
But when he turned around, everyone present looked like they had seen a ghost.
He quickly turned his head.
They found Hannibal getting up from the ground, and the bullet hole in his forehead had healed.
"What's that?" Hannibal asked, pointing at the gun.
There was panic on Wednesday's face. He had never seen anything like this before. The Holy Killer never misses!
Of course, what he didn't know was that the Holy Killer did not miss, and Hannibal was indeed killed just now...
But the problem is that Hannibal has always been just a clone of Kai. If the clone is killed...it would be easy to replace him with another one. But that gun did give Kai a bad feeling! If his true body is here...he really
will die!
This is a feeling that Kai has not felt in many years!
Wednesday raised his gun in fear and fired desperately!
This time, Kai, um, Hannibal, no longer knew how to support him. He turned into a shadow and appeared behind Wednesday. Wednesday's reaction was also very fast. Almost as soon as Hannibal appeared behind him, he planned to turn around.
Unexpectedly, Hannibal grabbed the hand holding the gun and inserted a finger into the trigger, making it impossible for Wednesday to pull the trigger.
The moment Wednesday's hand holding the gun was caught, his other hand quickly grabbed an ax from behind him and struck Hannibal's head hard!
Hannibal flipped his other hand, and a dark dagger appeared in his hand, blocking the axe.
"Sniper! Shoot! The same goes for everyone else!" The commander who was hiding in the dark saw this scene and immediately called for snipers and other hotshots to shoot. Although it may not necessarily kill Hannibal, it can delay and contain him.
Then give Wednesday a better chance to attack.
But at this moment, several black shadows suddenly shot out from Hannibal's waist, cuffs and collar.
Then those black shadows flew in the air, quickly passing through the gunmen, and then flew back, flying randomly in front of Hannibal. However, this messy black shadow helped Kai block all the blocking bullets.
But at this time, those hotshots who had been crossed by the black shadow suddenly relaxed and fell to the ground.
All dead!
"Can you tell me now... what happened to this gun?"
At this time, Wednesday could also see what those black shadows were, which were pieces of strangely shaped blades. One of them was now lowered at his throat.
Naturally, Wednesday could not surrender so spinelessly, but shouted at the top of his lungs: "Sloan!!!"
bump!
A very distant gunshot rang out.
Hannibal was immediately attracted, and he looked up in the direction of the gunfire.
Then the hell happened.
A bullet flew towards him with an extremely irregular trajectory. In Hannibal's eyes, the bullet was deflected, but just when Hannibal thought the bullet was going to miss, the bullet missed.
He accelerated and made a sharp turn, hitting him on the temple!
Then Hannibal's body was suddenly blown away by the huge kinetic energy!
What's going on with this bullet?
Even if the trajectory is weird and it turns corners, why is it still accelerating?
A few blocks away, on the roof of a building, Wesley also took his eyes off the scope.
The sniper rifle he used was modified by a mutual aid association, and the bullets were hand-made by the best bullet experts. The weird trajectory and acceleration just now were due to this special bullet.
Fox was on the side holding a telescope as an observer for Wesley.
Fox ignored Wesley's probing eyes and took out his phone to call Sloan.
She reported what had just happened in the most concise language.
Sloan's face turned dark over there, and he said why did Gao Dai Desk come to him for help!
Emotions have encountered such an enemy!
"Come back! Immediately! He is not something we can deal with now. We must collect enough intelligence!" If they continue to mix with this kind of enemy, they don't know how many people they will lose. The Mutual Aid Association doesn't have that many good players to lose.
"Understood!" Fox also thinks so. There was something wrong with their previous intelligence. In this case, giving up the mission is the best choice. Although the assassins in their mutual aid association are not afraid of death, they are doing it to complete the mission. If they die, they will
If you can't finish it and still have to fight hard, then you are not being brave and not afraid of death, but you are stupid and not afraid of death.
