"Check out!"

"Ah...... Okay, please wait, sir. ”

"You're surprised?"

Baker was in the hall on the first floor, holding the counter with one hand, tilting his head, and looking at a young male greeter standing inside with a smile on his face.

A trace of panic flashed in the man's eyes, and while he flicked the computer keyboard, he smiled reluctantly: "No, sir, it's just that you just checked in." ”

Baker sighed: "No way, I'm not happy." ”

The receptionist pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Baker spoke up: "You are Albanian? ”

The male receptionist tapped on the keyboard slightly.

Baker nodded, said in understanding, and tapped his finger on the table of the counter: "Hurry up, tell your boss, if you have any last words, explain quickly, because, I will find him soon." ”

said.

Baker turned and walked towards the door of the hotel.

The receptionist couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Baker's figure disappear at the door of the hotel.

The next second.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

A bullet suddenly broke through the glass from the outside and flew in, and then, in a turn in the air, it instantly blasted out of the left side of the man's head and the right side.

Moment.

Red.

White.

In an instant, a high-pitched female scream was heard from the hotel reception desk.

Outside the hotel.

Baker smiled coldly, flagged down a taxi, and after giving an address, the taxi quickly left.

Fifteen minutes later.

Located in front of a very characteristic hotel in the center of Seville, the rough car stopped.

Baker got out of the car and looked up.

Intercontinental, sparkling.

Baker originally didn't plan to come to stay at the Intercontinental Hotel, because one gold coin for a night at the Intercontinental Hotel is equivalent to 1,500 U.S. dollars a night.

Grab the money.

Baker had money, and he had gold, but that was certainly not how it was spent, and was Baker's math as bad as the other Assassins?

Please, in the face of God, Baker is one of the top three graduates of the finance department of New York University in the United States.

Won't he convert?

But for now?

I can't stop it.

Because the Intercontinental Hotel has a rule, the bar inside, guests who are not from the InterContinental Hotel are not allowed to enter.

The two attendants at the door of the Intercontinental Hotel in Seville glanced at Baker, and then looked away.

It's your own people.

Baker followed the revolving door inside. There aren't a lot of guests in the hotel lobby on this side of Seville.

"Good afternoon, sir, do you need to check in?"

"Yes."

Baker took a gold coin from his bosom and pushed it over: "hero, H, E, R, O, hero!" ”

The receptionist at the hotel here is also dark-skinned.

And if you look closely, it seems that this black receptionist still bears some resemblance to the receptionist in New York.

The receptionist smiled, took Baker's gold coins, and said to Baker, "Okay, Mr. Moulton, please wait. ”

Soon.

The receptionist activated a card and handed it over: "Room 0503, I wish you a pleasant stay, Mr. Moulton." ”

"I'm not pleasant."

Baker said with a faint expression, took the card, walked straight to the elevator, and then turned to look at the receptionist after taking two steps: "Is the travel planner there?" ”

The black receptionist's expression was still bright: "The planner has always been there, do you need to make an appointment with a sommelier now?" ”

"Of course."

"This way, please."

The black guest tapped a few times on the computer, then walked out of the reception desk and made a gesture of invitation to Baker.

Travel planner, to a strange place to carry out a mission, in fact, is the same as travel, you can't travel aimlessly, and in the same way, you can't run to a place to kill people without any plan.

To put it bluntly, travel planners are actually local tipsters.

As for the sommelier?

The tour is planned, the following is to play, on the way to play, you will definitely be hungry, there is no doubt that the sommelier is to help you prepare all kinds of travel things.

The secret door was pushed open.

Baker walked into a study-like room, and a Sven man with glasses sat in a chair with his hands crossed and looked at Baker with a smile on his face.

"Albania."

"Wait a minute."

Baker's words were simple, and the travel planner didn't talk nonsense, and after searching it on the computer in front of him, he got up and took out a file bag from the bookcase in the back and handed it to Baker: "It was just updated last month." ”

Baker didn't take it out and look at it, just glanced at a sign with the number 2 in the upper right corner of the file bag, took out two gold coins from his pocket and put them on the table, and then pointed to the door on the right side to look at the travel planner.

"Wait a minute." The tour planner is very helpful, and the smile never leaves his face: "There is a guest who is tasting red wine. ”

Baker nodded, pulled back the chair in front of him and sat down.

After a while.

The trip planner reminded Baker: "Mr. Moulton, you can come over, and I wish you a pleasant meal!" ”

"I will."

Baker got up, made a gesture of slipping the file bag into his arms, and walked straight towards the door.

into the eyes.

Beck's eyes were immediately met by the array of liquors, and then Beck saw a middle-aged white man who seemed to have German-Germanic ancestry standing on the side of the gun exhibition stand.

In fact.

The InterContinental Hotel is the InterContinental Hotel, whether it's a trip planner or a sommelier, these people are all out of the store.

But......

Seville is not really a big place, and it is not the capital of Spain, so naturally, small places have small plans.

The Germanic sommelier put down a German pistol and smiled at Beck, "Good afternoon, Mr. Morton." ”

Baker stared at the various weapons on the counter, "I want to take a look." ”

"Of course."

The Germanic sommelier walked up to the erected counter and looked at the various German pistols lined up inside: "German goods are always the most stable choice." ”

Beck smiled: "How's Austria?" ”

"Glock!" The Germanic sommelier looked at Baker and smiled appreciatively: "Great taste, Mr. Moulton, Glock 34 and 64 calibers, adjustable handles, wide slots, easy to load, you will definitely like her ease of carrying." ”

Baker took the 34-caliber Korok, checked it, and nodded to the sommelier.

The sommelier still smiled: "Is there anything else you need?" Mr. Moulton. ”

Baker took out a gold coin and placed it in front of the sommelier: "Enough." ”

The sommelier said, "Do you need me to show you the way to the tailor?" ”

Baker thanked him, then declined.

Information.

Gun.

These two are enough, in fact, if the Intercontinental Hotel did not stipulate that if the Intercontinental Hotel did not stipulate that if you can exchange one gold coin for a pistol for a piece of information worth more than two gold coins, Baker would not have come to buy a pistol.

But?

One gold coin for purchase?

It's just unreasonable to be cheap and don't make money, and if you convert more, you can exchange one gold coin for any pistol.

That's why Beck chose Austria instead of Germany.

Germany is stable.

But Austria is expensive.

……