Coming to a strange world, Jordani has never found a sense of belonging.

Especially as a killer who can't easily intersect with people, Jordani is in a state of confusion when he is idle most of the time.

Mindy often saw Jordan sitting somewhere in a daze.

Usually at this time, Minty will restrain all her own little cleverness, snuggle up to Jordan's side obediently, and sometimes take the initiative to use her immature little hands to hold Jordan's calloused big hands.

"Godfather, are you upset? Otherwise, Mindy doesn't want a sundae party, okay? ”

In a smart and only a seven-year-old baby, Mindy is sensible, and she can never think of the empty confusion in Jordan's heart.

In Mindy's eyes, the only major thing in recent times seems to be that he took the opportunity to blackmail his godfather.

But this is his own godfather, the godfather of blackmail, can that be called blackmail.

It's a pity that I have planned the sundae party for a long time, alas.

Seeing Mindy thinking about her little abacus with a pitiful face, Jordani suddenly felt very warm in his heart and laughed.

"Mindy, when the New Year is over, will the godfather find you a young lady?"

"Don't!"

"Why?"

"Will the godfather marry the little sister?"

"Nonsense......

Settle down, now that you've come, let's really settle down.

In the underground shooting range, Jordani and Mindy were playing, and when the big dad returned, the family of three went home.

Well, it seems that something is not quite right, phew, it is a family of two, and the big daddy is at most a third party to intervene.

Time flies.

While Mindy was counting the days with her fingers, the grand birthday party arrived as scheduled.

In the degenerate and corrupt society of capitalism, there is nothing that cannot be done when the money is well spent.

The banquet arranged by the Continental Hotel was much more luxurious than Jordan imagined, and it was really solidified with various desserts and sundaes, and a sundae house was piled up.

Not to mention children like Mindy and Peter, even adults are quite hilarious at this kind of dreamy party.

A party goes on late into the night, and Mindy and Peter get tired of playing and simply sleep in the Continental Hotel, and Jordan squeezes into May's room with a dead face.

Early the next morning, the fragrance lingered on the pillow, but the beauty was gone.

May ended up being much more estranged from Jordan.

Strictly speaking, the two sides are not the same world after all, and Mei is very cheerful, but she can't accept the kind of day when there is a cannon battle at any time.

As for boyfriends and girlfriends, you don't have to think about it.

However, May has to live with Peter, and in a short time, she is not going to find an uncle for Peter, and occasionally, May still allows Jordan to take Mindy to play with her.

As for how to play, it is up to the prostitutes, and the chickens to see the wise.

After May and Peter left, Big Daddy also left with Mindy, and after a quiet break, Jordan went to the rooftop garden that he had agreed with Winston.

This is one of Winston's favorite places to stay.

When Jordani arrived, Winston was holding a big orange cat in the sun, gently combing its hair.

Seeing Jordani coming, Winston didn't greet him immediately, but after straightening the big orange cat's hair, he let it go, and then looked at Jordan.

"See, cats don't like to be restrained, but as long as this creature is always so pleasing to the eye and liked, as long as it comes, it can always be well entertained here!"

"Joe, you're different, you're a tiger, but like it, as long as you're willing to come back, the Continental Hotel will always be open for you!"

Winston is an old-school character, and there is always a metaphor in his words.

Jordani wants to use the Continental Hotel to break the shackles left on him by Roma's training camp, which Winston has known for a long time.

So Winston, in this way, used it to implicitly express his heart for Jordani's solicitation.

After more than 20 years of running the Continental Hotel in New York, the Continental Hotel in New York has almost become Winston's private property, and Winston also has his own ambitions and is never willing to become a puppet under others.

Win-win cooperation, no constraints.

Winston's way of dealing with people is always very pleasant.

Jordani smiled and said, "Winston, you are a respectable elder, the Continental Hotel in New York will always be my second home in New York, you know, I am a person, I always have a lot of nostalgia for home." ”

Winston laughed too, and the attitude shown by Jordani was enough.

It was only at this time that Winston got up and got two glasses of wine, handed one to Jordani, and said with a kind of closeness: "Joe, I know your intentions, the council is there, I can help you solve some things, but on the Russian side, you can only rely on yourself." ”

"Leviathans are already savage, and I can't help you much, but if you need it, I can help you gather a little information."

Jordani nodded, picked up his glass and touched it with Winston, and said, "Winston, I owe you a favor." ”

At the point where Jordan was like this, he exterminated the Assassin Mutual Aid Society and became famous.

The kind of blood oath emblem that used to be used in the Continental Hotel is no longer too binding, and Jordani's verbal promise is far more precious than a so-called blood oath emblem.

At this time, the glory of Jordani is not worse than that of the Continental Hotel Council.

The two drank and chatted in the rooftop garden, and about half an hour later, Charon came to the rooftop garden with a piece of information and information.

Winston took the information, glanced at it, and then handed it to Jordan.

"Joe, this is the only thing I can do to help you, this is a piece of news from within the Russian government, recently one of the ace agents in the Red Room defected, with a lot of intelligence and secrets, if you can use this defected agent as a gift, you must be able to get the understanding of Leviathan's higher-ups."

"You know, in the eyes of others, we are members of the underworld, but in fact, the strength of every underworld, more or less, is always inextricably linked to the governments of the world."

Jordani took the information and nodded solemnly.

Winston is right, the so-called underground world forces have always been shadows of light.

Jordani is a gypsy born in Belarus, Eastern Europe, the precursor of Roma training camps, and even a sprawling branch of intelligence agencies dating back to the Soviet era.

The particularity of this kind of origin is born with an extremely strong binding force.

Jordani was able to make a plan to unite with the CIA to take out the entire Assassin Mutual Aid Society, but when it came to Roma training camp, Leviathan, and the entire Russian polity, Jordani was as small as an ant.

In the form of gifts, in exchange for the understanding of the Leviathan leadership, through the exchange of interests, completely get rid of the natural shackles of their own origin, is the most feasible way.

However, when I opened the information, the first line of font that caught my eye set off a wave in Jordani's heart.

"Natasha Romanoff, codenamed Black Widow, born in 1984......"