"Sir, the casualties have been counted."

Caron handed the document to Winston in a cold sweat and said, "Excluding the adjudicator and the people he brought, there are a total of one hundred and ninety-six killers dead, and no one injured. ”

"What about our people?"

"Except for the seventy-four killers from all over the world, the rest are our people."

Cuarón said with an ugly face, the Continental Hotel in New York has suffered heavy losses, and the previous loss of manpower has seriously shaken Winston's foundation.

And the adjudicator died at the Continental Hotel in New York, and there is a great possibility that Winston will be dismissed as manager by the angry high table.

When a new manager comes to power, the whole of New York will be reshuffled, and it will be chaotic for a long time.

"I see."

Winston rubbed his temples, it was bad, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Thinking of his old friend, John Wick, whom he had high hopes for, Winston pondered whether to make another phone call, not begging the other party to kill Russell, and to help him stabilize the country.

"Sir, death toll ......"

"Say!"

"With the addition of the adjudicator and the people he brought in, the death toll in the hotel is 237, exactly the same as the number of killers who died in the slum before."

Speaking of this, a flash of fear flashed on Cuarón's face: "I don't know if it's a coincidence or an accident, if it's intentional...... Sir, he's counting the number of people killing. ”

"I see."

Winston smiled bitterly, he had provoked the wrong people, he had already regretted taking Stanfield's order.

But rules are rules, and Continental Hotel has no reason to refuse an order, besides, when taking orders, who would have expected this kind of result.

"Sir, take the liberty of asking, is there any reply from the high table?" Cuarón snorted tentatively.

"You're curious?"

"Yes, after all, the adjudicator died in the hotel, and I am afraid that you will be implicated, sir."

"I conveyed Officer Russell's words as they were, and the twelve managers were very dissatisfied with me, and then increased Officer Russell's bounty again, and the news will soon be sent to the global killers, a head worth 500 million."

Winston shook his head again and again, and said in fear: "500 million dollars can make everyone crazy, but do they really have the life to make this money?" ”

"Mr. ......"

"No, there's only this reaction on the high table, and I'm curious to see what happens next."

Winston closed his eyes and sipped the wine, and said to himself, "Is Officer Russell's bounty going up until the High Table collapses, or is it some lucky guy who got lucky enough to earn this sky-high bounty and then dies in an accident." ”

"Sir, it's none of our business, is it?"

"That's true, they laugh if they like, I admit I'm a coward."

……

Tuesday!

Cuarón rushed into the office with the papers, slapped them in front of Winston, and smiled like a chrysanthemum with a black face: "Sir, good news, the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles has been sealed, and all the people inside are dead." ”

"Caron, watch your tone, it's not good news."

Winston frowned and looked at his deputy dissatisfied: "What do you mean when all are dead, is my old friend Hotel Manager Se Mason also dead?" ”

"Yes, six hundred and twenty dead, including Manager Semeison." Caron said happily.

"Oh, Semeson, you died a terrible death."

Winston smiled sadly, opened the file and asked, "Why are there so many people at six hundred, and are the rooms at the Los Angeles hotel cheap?" ”

Cuarón explained: "No, Officer Russell stayed at the Los Angeles hotel for three hours, waiting for the rabbit to kill all the killers who came to the door, but none of the killers who entered the hotel. ”

"Die of greed, money makes them forget how many pounds and taels they have."

Winston made a comment, and after a moment, he frowned and pointed to a black-and-white photo: "What does this mean, provocation?" ”

The black-and-white photograph shows the desk of Ser Mason, the manager of the Los Angeles Continental Hotel, with a note on the table that reads 'Mexico,' a metaphor for the next concentration of death.

"Sir, I don't know exactly the specifics, but contact the Continental Hotel in Mexico City, where thousands of killers are gathered, as well as local gangs and major families, led by a manager of the High Table Council, and the number is still growing."

Caron was so excited that he couldn't speak: "This is an unprecedented big action in the underground world, I can't imagine that I can actually see this kind of scene in my lifetime, it's crazy!" ”

"Yes, just because of one person...... It's crazy indeed. ”

Wednesday!

Winston sat solemnly at his desk, next to a stunned Cuarón, whose papers recounted the debacle in Mexico City.

According to a rough count, more than 2,000 killers died, and the local gangs and various underworld families that gathered frantically fled, giving up their long-term turf.

And the organizer, one of the administrators of the High Table Council, along with his criminal family, was uprooted, leaving no one behind.

"Dead a manager, those guys are going crazy."

Winston muttered to himself, and it took him a while to come back to his senses: "Cuarón, what happened to the Continental Hotel in Mexico City?" ”

"Can't be reached."

“……”

"Did Officer Russell leave anything behind?"

"Yes, our next stop, Brasilia!"

Thursday!

Another document lay on the desk, and after a few battlefield-like photographs, the dilapidated Continental Hotel Brasilia and the heavy number of casualties.

The 1,500 corpses that died were all multiple holes in the skull, and the wounded had fallen on their own or had been struck by the loss of their companions.

“……”x2

Winston and Cuarón were silent, and the latest death toll in Mexico City was out, and in just three days, more than five thousand people had died.

These people are either killers or members of the gangs and crime families that make up the High Table.

And the twelve managers of the High Table, after the 'Battle of Brasilia', lost two again, currently at 9/12.

[Name: Russell]

[Status: Global Public Contract]

[Amount: $1 billion]

Winston didn't even bother at the bounty, he was pretty sure it was just a number, 1 billion was no different from 10 dollars, and no one could earn it anyway.

He reached for the globe on his desk, connecting New York, Los Angeles, Mexico City, and Brasilia to determine Russell's next foothold.

It's not Africa, it's Europe, it's Australia, it's possible.

"Sir, why don't you call and ask about the high table?"

"What does it have to do with me, I'm just a hotel manager, and I'm not qualified to participate in big events...... This is already war. ”

Winston was very calm, and said slowly: "I am more interested in Officer Russell's next destination than a helpless high table, regardless of the number of people, and I suspect that he is traveling after capturing a city in one day." ”

"Sir, is he really human?" Caron asked quietly.

"I don't know, but Officer Russell said before that if he doesn't become a police officer, he can only be the devil."

Winston said this, getting up and digging through his Bible in the bookcase: "To tell you the truth, I suddenly became religious. ”

……

Friday!

Black!

The Continental Hotel in Dar Beida fell, killing all 3,000 gang members and killers who had gathered there, including two high-table managers.

The remaining high-level number is 7/12!

On the same day, the elders of the High Table who lived in the desert of North Africa were killed by more than twelve administrators, and the scene was in shambles.

The power of the High Table in North Africa has collapsed, and the gang members are scrambling to flee, preferring to go to the police station and turn themselves in rather than follow orders and participate in the so-called counterattack plan.

It's not a counterattack, it's a queue to die!

The avalanche of radiation extends from North Africa to the rest of the world, such as Cairo, Egypt, where the manager of the continental hotel ignored the orders of the high table and closed the business for the day.

[Name: Russell]

[Status: Closed]

[Amount: 0]

Under pressure, the high table voluntarily gave up the global bounty, and the remaining seven managers were all in danger and hid in the safe house and did not dare to show up.

The easiest is the administrator of the Canadian province, Russell's course of action is unabashed, according to the order, he is the last stop, and it is his turn after the death of the manager of the Neon Underworld family.

"Sir, I've contacted Officer Russell but he won't answer the phone and I can't do anything about it." Winston held his phone and kept explaining.

Just today, seven high-level table managers corresponded with him in a row, almost blowing up his phone.

Because Winston was the only hotel manager who met Russell without dying, and Russell was a local police officer in New York, and through Winston's message, the managers felt that he could get in touch with Russell and stop the killing spree.

The high table was willing to apologize for his previous behavior, and as long as Russell was willing to stop, they would accept any request.

To put it bluntly, they are afraid of being killed and are willing to surrender unconditionally.

Winston was honored that the higher-authority administrators chased him and begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother, which made his heart dark.

But Russell didn't answer the phone, he couldn't help it, and he had already given the phone number, not only him, but other managers couldn't be contacted.

This can only show that Russell is unwilling to stop, this matter is not over!

……

Saturday!

The doors of the closed Continental Hotel in Cairo were broken down because the building was empty, no one died, and only the general manager's office was smashed.

……

Sunday!

Rome, the Dantonio crime family.

The two direct family members, Gianna Dantonio and Micco de Dantonio, are hiding in an old castle that is their family's property and was robbed fifty years ago...... No, it was bought through legal procedures.

The elder sister Gianna inherited her father's will and was the head of the family and one of the remaining seven managers of the high table.

Now she is very panicked, she is only in her early forties, and she is at the age of a woman's prime, and she doesn't want to become a cold corpse.

"My dear sister, in the current situation, we should be separated. In this way, no matter if any of us dies, there will still be someone who will inherit the family inheritance and carry it forward. ”

The younger brother Michael was very indignant, and felt that his sister wanted to drag him to his death, because what happened to the Continental Hotel in Cairo said it all.

Russell is a lazy man and won't go door-to-door to kill, so the more people there are, the more people die, and there are no when there are fewer people.

"No, I'm protecting you."

As Gianna spoke, a squire hurried in outside the door and whispered a few words in her ear.

"Great!"

Gianna got up happily when she heard this, walked out quickly with a swaying posture, and said to Michaeld without looking back: "I have called Bishop St. Louis, and he will help us through this difficult time and destroy that devil!" ”

"Bishop! Are you serious? ”

Mikede was speechless, the clergy had a, if there was a god, he would have gone to hell a long time ago.