Half an hour later, Abram came to the Continental Hotel, gave the guard guarding the door a gold coin at the side door of the hotel, and waited for ten minutes to see the lobby manager Caron,

"Good evening, Mr. Tarasov, what can I do for you" Although Caron is a black buddy, he has really done an impeccable job in terms of etiquette.

Abram sat in the car seat and apologized, "Good evening, Mr. Caron, I'm sorry, for some reason I don't want people to know that I'm coming to the hotel, so please forgive me for not being able to get out of the car and say hello to you, I'm here to see the manager Winston, is Mr. Winston at the hotel?"

Caron nodded and motioned for the guards to open the iron gate, and Abram immediately drove into the inner parking lot and got out of the car with a suitcase.

Caron glanced at Abram and patted the box with his hand, he looked at the box containing gold coins, otherwise such a small box would not have made Abram carry it so hard,

"Please come with me, Mr. Tarasov, the manager is meeting guests on the top floor, I will inform him later, and it will be up to the manager to see him or not."

"Okay, thank you" Now he begged Winston, so Abram didn't care about Caron's attitude at all, "There are 4 backpacks in the car, please send someone to bring them for me".

"Okay, Mr. Tarasov", Caron held out his hand and made a gesture of please, "please follow me".

Caron took Abram to a reception room on the top floor with Abram in a special elevator and poured Abram a cup of coffee himself, "Please wait, Mr. Tarasov, I will go and ask the administrator for instructions."

"Thank you", Abram watched Caron leave with some anticipation, thinking in his heart for a moment if he and Vigoti's terms were not satisfactory to Winston, what chips the two brothers would have to impress Winston.

I didn't think about it for long, and the sound of a helicopter propeller came, this is the big man who is coming, and he can land directly on the top floor of the Continental Hotel.

And listening to Cuarón's words, the meaning is that Winston personally greets him.

As soon as he was curious, Abram wanted to go out to have a look, but before he could open the door of the conference room, he was stopped by two bodyguards guarding the door, "Sorry, sir, for reasons of secrecy, you can't leave this gate now."

"Okay," Abram said with some hesitation as he walked back to the couch and sat down.

Outside the door, the two bodyguards walked into the conference room and looked at it, and only after noticing the situation did they nod and close the door with Abram.

Abram waited for two hours, and when he was impatient, there was a knock at the door.

Caron opened the door and walked in, politely saying to Abram, "Mr. Tarasov, Mr. Winston has time to see you now, please come with me."

Abram breathed a sigh of relief, and after two hours of waiting, he stood up and walked quickly to the door with the gold coin box, "Thank you, Mr. Caron, I can't wait to see Mr. Winston."

Passing through a long aisle, the two came to the top garden, where the weather was cool on a cool September night in New York, and a breeze blew through the garden, and Abram's anxious and depressed heart slowly relaxed.

When I looked up, I saw Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel, talking to a young man who was sitting with his back to him.

Seeing Abram come in, Winston said a few words to the young man with his back to him, and stood up and walked over Abram.

After shaking hands, Winston smiled, "Good evening, little Tarasov, is there anything to do with me?"

It's a matter of life and death, and now that there are outsiders, Abram hesitated, but before he could speak, he heard Winston say, "It's okay, please tell me about something."

Winston's impatience Abram felt it at once, and he wondered who the young man who was sitting with his back to him was, so that Winston was not taboo at all.

But now was not the time to be curious, and looked into the garden, and saw a round table not far away, and said, "Shall we go there and talk?" Mr. Winston, what I am about to say in a moment is vital to me and Vigo's lives, and I must be careful."

Abram's caution made Winston curious, he knew the identities of Abram and Vigo, and it seemed that things were really important, "Okay, please follow me".

He led Abram to the round table, and after sitting down, Winston said, "Tell me, what the hell is going on."

Abram placed the suitcase on the round table, opened it, and a box full of Continental gold coins came into view.

Winston glanced at the gold coins with some surprise, "I didn't expect that you two brothers have so many hotel gold coins,

If I'm not mistaken, you brother doesn't seem to have posted a quest in the hotel, can you tell me how you got these coins?"

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Winston, although it is true that Vigo and I have not personally announced the mission, we do have some business with the hotel, such as some inquiries, some gangsters and so on."

Winston turned his head to look at Cuarón, who was standing behind him.

Cuarón nodded, "Yes, sir, the hotel does have a lot of troubles that require the cooperation of local special groups, especially some car services to pick up and drop off members, Mr. Abram's taxi company has always cooperated well with us, he is a well-behaved person."

"Very good", Caron's words made Winston happy, "I like people who follow the rules, say, little Tarasov, for the sake of our partnership, as long as it does not violate the rules of the hotel, I will try to help you if I can help you".

Abram choked on these words, and this time he came to break the rules, and now the words were blocked by the old fox Winston, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"What?" Winston couldn't help but frown at Abram when he saw that Abram was slow to speak.

After thinking for a moment, Abram gritted his teeth, "I'm sorry, Mr. Winston, it's about my life and Vigo's, I won't prevaricate with you, I brought 200 hotel gold coins and 20 million US dollars this time, Vigo and I hope you can get your support and help us deal with some trouble."

"Trouble?" Winston bowed his head slightly, his eyes looking directly at Abram, "just trouble, a little trouble can cost less than 200 gold coins."

"200 gold coins represent 200 missions, plus $20 million represents 200 lives, you want to fight a big war in New York?

I still want to retire early, as long as I take your assignment, I will be questioned by the High Table in a few days."

Abram was stared at by Winston uncomfortable, sat upright, put his hands on the round table and begged, "See if this mission can be accepted privately, or you can tell me a few names, and we will contact them ourselves,

After the exchange is completed, we will hand over our intelligence network to you, and we can talk to you if you have any requests."

"Any requests?"

Abram turned his head and was startled when he saw a young man standing silently behind him, who seemed to be sitting on the sofa in the reception area just now.

"What?" Winston shook his head and smiled at William's bad taste, "You're interested in them?"

"Haha, dear Winston, I'm interested not only in them, but also in Pushkin behind them".

"Hello, Mr. Abram Tarasov, my name is William Devon Hill, I am an Englishman, and unfortunately we should have met in Boston a few days ago had it not been for some accident".

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