Back at the Continental Hotel, Du Wei happened to bump into Winston in the lobby discussing something with Karen.

Seeing Du Wei coming in, Winston beckoned to him, signaling Du Wei not to rush upstairs.

Du Wei walked over a little confused.

Theoretically, he wouldn't have anything to do with Winston other than treatment.

And Winston doesn't have any problems with his appearance.

Could it be that Winston has something unspeakable that needs treatment?

Winston looked at Dewey who came over, turned to Cullen with a smile, and said:

"That's it, I'm going to have a drink with this kid."

Then Winston closed the notebook spread out on the table, put his hands behind his back, and said in an unquestioning tone:

"Let's go, I'll have a treat, let's talk about it."

Nothing to do? The preconceived Dewey looked strangely six inches below Winston's navel.

Winston seemed to have a puffed stomach that blocked Du Wei's vision, and then said a little jokingly:

"Hey, don't look at it, I'm still strong, unless you want to try?"

Try?

Du Wei couldn't imagine this picture, and he immediately shook his head.

Winston smiled:

"Well, I'm not interested in men, but I'm interested in dead Harry."

Hearing Winston mention Harry, who had long since died, Dewey's heartbeat instantly accelerated.

But he reacted immediately, and immediately adjusted his breathing and slowed down the speed of his heartbeat.

But for an old fox like Winston, Dewey's reaction just now is enough to explain a lot of things.

But Winston didn't say anything until the two of them came to the Underground Killer Bar and sat down in Winston's exclusive seat.

Winston then slowly continued to bring up the topic of Harry.

"Harry died in your calculations, right?"

Facing Winston, who had the initiative, Du Wei was not afraid, he had already guessed what Winston meant.

But this matter admits that it is a handle in Winston's hands, so Du Wei said decisively:

"No, Harry died at the hands of Wesker's bodyguards, and it has nothing to do with me."

Winston smiled, this Dewey is very smart, as long as he doesn't admit it, no one can blame Harry's death on him.

After all, when Wesker's bodyguards arrived, Harry was indeed alive.

So Winston skipped the conversation for the time being and moved on to something about the killer.

"Sometimes, you don't need to rely on good technology to kill people, you just need a smart brain.

So we have always divided the killer into two types, one is the common force type of killer, and Daredevil John is the existence of the ceiling.

The other is a rarer intelligent killer who can kill mission targets by various coincidences.

Compared to armed killers, intelligent killers tend to live longer.

So, would you be willing to work part-time as a killer? ”

To be a killer? Homicide?

Du Wei's brain is convulsive, and he will waste his time on killing.

Being a killer doesn't do him any good.

He shook his head again decisively:

"No, I think it's good to be a doctor, I like the feeling of saving people.

The feeling of life dancing at my fingertips was truly mesmerizing.

As for killing?

I'm sorry, but as a doctor, I hate seeing corpses the most, because that means I've failed. ”

Winston, who was rejected, was not annoyed, he took a sip of the olive-soaked brandy in front of him, and said the fierce news:

"Oh? Don't you want to see twelve corpses piled up on a high table?

Why not use your limited life to do something for me? ”

Seeing that Winston was becoming more and more straightforward, Du Wei looked around vigilantly, wondering if he was already surrounded by people.

Can such rebellious words be said here? Is he listening?

If he refuses, won't he be able to get out of this underground killer bar?

Sure enough, while Winston was talking, the surrounding music stopped at some point.

The killers gathered in the bar also stopped their greetings and looked at Du Wei in unison.

Du Wei, who was shrouded by this murderous look, simply didn't pretend, he poured the wine from the glass in front of him directly, and then stared straight into Winston's eyes and said:

"You're trying to get them to die of a medical accident, right? But even so, I can only solve one high table member for you.

What are you going to do with the rest?

Solve it by them? Or wait for the next me?

What about other continental hotels? What about the Praetorian Guard? What about the adjudicator? What about the elders?

Believe me, you're not ready to see corpses piled up on the high table. ”

Looking at Du Wei, who was staring directly at him in front of him, Winston's eyes suddenly showed surprise.

The Du Wei in front of him was really bold, not only did he not say anything when he heard himself say that he wanted to pile up corpses on the high table.

Even now, under the threat of death from the killers, he didn't panic at all.

And Du Wei seems to know a lot more inside story than he thought.

It stands to reason that a new doctor like Du Wei would not know this information.

Becoming more and more curious about Dewey, Winston leaned back on the soft sofa with his wine glass, and gently shook the goblet:

"There is no shortage of dying people like you."

"Yes, but those who are dying don't have my brain, and they don't have my craft.

I don't think it's worth it to trade me for the life of a member of the high table.

My life could be exchanged for an entire high table! ”

Hearing Du Wei's bold words, Winston suddenly laughed, and then he waved his hand.

The music in the bar is playing again, and the raucous voices are back.

This scene is Winston's naked display of strength to Du Wei.

All of this represents Winston's absolute control over the Continental.

Aside from the foreign killers, the local killers here are absolutely loyal to Winston.

It can be seen that Winston has been preparing for that possible day for a long time.

All he needed was an opportunity, an opportunity to light a high table!

Winston watched Du Wei quietly for a long time, trying to find a look of fear and fear on the young man's face.

But he failed, and Du Wei in front of him didn't seem to know how to write the word fear.

That's right, how can a guy who can say something like 'my life is worth the whole high table' understand what it means to be afraid.

Winston drank the wine from his glass:

"Then I'm looking forward to your life swapping with the high table, and I hope you won't make me wait too long.

You don't have much time, and I don't have much time. ”

Du Wei smiled and stood up calmly:

"Rest assured, changes will come soon, history is always strikingly similar, and the collapse of the high table must have begun to disintegrate from within."