Chapter 8 Trouble with the Continental Hotel

In the previous year, Jordan's tasks were all small roles, on the one hand, being unarmed, which would make people feel guilty, and on the other hand, taking action was like playing a single-player game, boring and tight.

So Jordani was very depressed for a while.

It wasn't until the Smiths, Cassian and others appeared that Jordani suddenly seemed to find the joy of life.

For example, this time the CIA's secret unit had a joint operation of more than 40 people.

Its combat effectiveness, among some relatively backward and small countries, is even enough to set off a coup d'Γ©tat.

A high-intensity battle, the final result, ended with the arrival of CIA reinforcements and Jordan's easy retreat.

Between gunfire and iron blood, relying on strong physical skills and archery skills, the feeling of full firepower is quite wonderful.

What is slightly lacking is that the peak strength of ordinary people is still a little bit worse, and they can't perfectly burst out the power of their skills.

Exiting the battlefield for kilometers, Jordani quickly entered a private house that he had scouted in advance.

This is the point that Jordan stepped on in advance, a set of Broadway family packages and a Hilton family suite trial voucher are enough to keep the family from coming home all day.

The operation went even more smoothly than he imagined, and Jordani didn't expect that the CIA would attach so much importance to John Smith, even at the expense of crossing the border to enforce the law, and sending secret troops to clean up hidden dangers.

"Hey, is it the FBI?"

"This is Uptown 92nd Street, there's a firefight, hurry up and wash the floor!"

"What, who am I? What are you going to do? ”

"Hmph, I'm a CIA, why do I need to explain it to others!"

Syllable!

"Hey, is it the NYPD? This is 92nd Street, where the FBI and CIA are shooting......"

"Don't thank me, I'm a red scarf......"

Syllable!

The CIA and the FBI are bitter rivals, the CIA does not have law enforcement authority in the United States, and the FBI can only investigate federal cases.

Plus a NYPD.

Jordani hung up the phone very satisfied, there were no criminals at the scene, only the wounded and corpses of the CIA, if the three parties arrived at the same time, it should be a long time to fight, perfect.

Dealing with possible traces and evidence on his body in the room, Jordani changed his clothes and took a taxi to the Continental Hotel amid the continuous sound of police cars.

On the Smiths' side, Jordani has done everything he can do.

The appearance of the CIA's secret force was just enough to get him out of this mission, and whether Jenny was able to join the Assassin Mutual Aid Society smoothly was none of his business.

It's just a bet, and it's not worth falling out with the Continental Hotel.

The Continental Hotel is not terrible, what is terrible is the meaning it represents, which is the unspoken rules formulated by the twelve super forces of the underground world.

This unspoken rule is not to say that it can't be broken, but it's a question of whether it's worth it.

And even if you want to break it, you need to have enough strength to support it, at least until when you can fight against a superhero of Captain America's level, you may have the capital to be able to fight against the Continental Hotel.

What's more, there doesn't seem to be anything bad about being linked to a continental hotel.

In his thoughts, Jordani quickly returned to the Continental Hotel again, got out of the car with his luggage, sorted out the expression on his face, and brewed a little murderous aura.

Jordani entered the lobby of the Continental Hotel in a rage.

At the end of the lobby, Charon is always standing meticulously, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, full of politeness and elegance.

"Charon, I want to see Winston, and you must give me an account of tonight's events."

Full of murderous spirit, Jordani deliberately revealed, lifted his coat, and on the suit inside, there were seven or eight bullets inlaid on it.

The special bullet was placed on the table, and Charon's face quickly showed a solemn look.

It's a custom-made bullet from the CIA's secret forces, and things are out of Charon's reach.

"Mr. Jovovich, please wait a moment, and I will help you contact Mr. Winston immediately."

Charon took Jordan to a rest place, and quickly returned to the bar to make a call.

After a while, Charon put down the phone, came to Jordan's side, and said, "Mr. Jovovich, Mr. Winston is already waiting for you in the garden." ”

Saying goodbye to Charon, Jordan soon came to the rooftop garden of the Continental Hotel.

Winston is still an old picture that can't wake up, full of mystery and wisdom, and his body seems to be shrouded in a layer of mist, which makes it impossible to see.

After pouring a glass of wine for the murderous Jordani, Winston said, "Joe, this incident came too suddenly, and now the mission location has been completely blocked by the FBI, I need you to tell me what happened!" ”

Jordani was murderous, drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, and said, "Someone is breaking the rules, taking action before the mission is actually issued, and attacking me." ”

"I killed a dozen people and escaped, and it's as simple as that, but I think the Continental Hotel should give me an explanation."

Winston furrowed his brow and met Jordan's eye.

After a moment, Winston frowned and said, "Joe, no one will break the rules, and no one will dare to break the rules. ”

"This matter is more complicated, and those who do it are the CIA."

The more he spoke, the more Winston felt that the egg hurt, and the expression on his face was also very helpless.

The underground world, after all, is the underground world, when it rises in the sun, all darkness will dissipate, and the CIA is already a holy light-level existence.

Winston is actually very embarrassed, if he admits Jordan's words, the rules of the Continental Hotel are broken, and he must retaliate, and the rules cannot be broken.

But a group of killers in the underground world went to take revenge on the CIA, it was definitely the old birthday star who ate arsenic and was impatient.

Are the killers floating? Or is the CIA unable to lift the knife?

I really think that the government of the United States does not want to lose face.

But if Winston denied Jordan's words and said that the CIA was involved, it was a problem with the mission information given by the Continental.

Other killers who received the quest could say that it was okay to modify the quest information before the quest time came.

But when Jordani stepped on the spot, he had already been caught up in the crossfire of the CIA's secret forces.

This is a headache, because the fault party is in the Continental Hotel, so on the one hand, it is necessary to give Jordan an explanation, or compensation.

On the other hand, Winston had to figure out how not to get Jordani to tell the truth about the Continental.

After thinking for a moment, Winston spoke: "Joe, I hope you can rot in your stomach about this matter, the mission record will be erased, and the hotel will also give you an explanation and a hush money." ”

If it were an ordinary rookie killer, Winston might choose to kill people.

But just now when Jordani was talking, Winston noticed a message and exchanged fire with the CIA secret forces, and the other party actually killed a dozen people and escaped unharmed.

It's scary to think about it, ordinary people, can you do such a thing?

Jordani's face changed again and again as he looked at Winston on the other side, and his heart was dark for a while.

On the way back, Jordani had already thought about all aspects of the problem, and even left himself a back hand outside the hotel.

Now that things are going well, Jordani burst into laughter.

Fortunately, the acting skills were in place, Jordani did not reveal the joy in his heart, and said with a stiff face: "Winston, I respect you very much and can agree to your request, but I have to have a certain choice in terms of compensation and hush money." ”

Winston frowned, and finally said, "Yes, I hope you can grasp the measurement." ”