At sunset, Landau took Fox to meet with Mr. and Mrs. Smith and drove to the Continental Hotel in San Diego.

Pushing through the historic door, Landau felt like he had stepped back in time, with the old red carpet pointing straight to the hotel front desk, and there was not even a little space to rest around the hallway.

Landau silently watched as John stepped forward to the front desk, handing over a gold coin first, and then handing in the completed paperwork.

The receptionist, who had been silent, reacted and led the group to a guest room.

Without saying a word, the receptionist closed the door and left, and the waiter pushing the catering cart entered the room with the same respectful expression, but he also didn't say a word.

Looking at the freshly squeezed lemon from the waiter and the lemonade handed to him, Landau was a little shocked by the intelligence ability of the Continental Hotel.

Unless the predecessor also loved lemonade, it means that the Continental Hotel's investigation of itself has been detailed about what it eats and drinks every day.

Pretending to be calm and picking up the lemonade provided by the hotel, Landau guessed that his information should have been leaked by the shopping list.

While tasting the drinks and sweets provided by the hotel, there was a knock on the door and a gray old man on crutches walked in alone.

"I deeply sympathize with the blow to the Destiny Mutual Aid Association, and may fate always be with you."

The old man walked slowly to the dining cart and picked up the burrito, "Oh, I didn't have time to eat lunch before I asked them to deliver this here." I don't think you guys will. ”

The old man who was sitting alone on the side finished the burrito slowly and said slowly: "People are getting older, and eating has become slower. John, you saved the immediate line of the board seven years ago, and we always remember. ”

John, who was sitting precariously, quickly responded, "Mr. Frank, it's my honor to be able to help the hotel. ”

Frank looked at Jane with his hands on crutches, "Jane, you have never turned down a mission from the Continental Hotel in the past three years, and we remember it too. ”

The crutches tapped lightly on the ground, and Frank paused: "At the beginning, the Continental Hotel only had one rule, and that was to protect the interests of its employees. Times have changed, and in order to better protect our employees, we have established more rules. ”

"Sloan's move is clearly a rule breaker, and the Board is happy to see you take over Sloan's legacy, and it's a thank you from the Board to John and Jane."

Frank, who was on crutches, slowly walked up and down in front of Landau, looked up and down, and said with a smile: "This 'knight' is very different, I don't know if I, an old bone, can see the new situation you have created." ”

Landau had already understood, and the Continental Hotel had been paying attention to the information of the original body from the beginning.

Frank pulled out a letter from his black suit and handed it to Landau, "The people in here may not necessarily conform to the concepts of those little girls, but they are also good hands. I guess your company must be short of people right now, aren't you? ”

Frank, who turned around and walked towards the door, stopped at the door and joked, "Of course, they did not hold back in their work, but they caused us a lot of trouble and left a lot of bills." I'm sure that little bill won't be a problem for you. With that, push the door open and leave.

Landau opened the envelope, pulled out the photo and read it directly: "Robert McCall, retired Black Ops commando, rated A." You see, the Continental Hotel is also rated. ”

Handing McCall's picture to Fox beside him, Landau read the second one, "Arthur, Executioner Member, rated A." ”

"Christian Wolfe, a member of the Inquisitor who is very well versed in finances, has an A rating."

"Mike Furlon, good at disguised assassinations as accidents, rated A."

"Look what this is, Mr. Frank also left us with a mission objective, to protect Ben Gates, and there is not even a photo!"

Passing the photo down, Landau saw the number of bills hidden at the end, "3345 gold coins." ”

Fox, who got the bill first, glanced at the bill, "Cunning old man, the company's inheritance can't fill this hole, it's too much." This is a task of protection that we must complete. ”

There was a knock on the door, and Landau, who had gone to open the door, took the papers handed by the waiter, and heard the waiter explain: "Director Frank left a message saying that you may need this information." ”

Before Landau could speak, the waiter had already turned and left.

Seeing that there was no one else outside the door, Landau returned to the room and handed the file in his hand to everyone to look at.

The file was circulating in the hands of everyone, and the information about the person on the previous photo was also known to everyone, and Jane pointed to Mike Fulong's photo and proposed, "This person, leave it to us to deal with." ”

"A man who was framed by the organization and then abandoned, I believe that we must have a lot to talk about with him."

Landau glanced at Fawkes, nodded, and said, "Okay, you guys go get in touch with Mike Furlon." Fox and I went on a conservation mission. ”

Breaking up with Mr. and Mrs. Smith in front of the Continental Hotel, Landau, who learned the latest information, looked helpless, "We have to go to the North Pole, and the mission target is now exploring the North Pole." ”

"Mr. Frank will arrange everything, as he has always done." Fox stepped forward, grabbed Landau's arm, and watched a black BMW park in front of the hotel, and the waiter got out of the car to open the door for the two of them.

Landau, who was wearing a polar winter suit, felt the biting cold of the Arctic as soon as he got off the plane.

Getting into the snowmobile that had been prepared for a long time, Landau sat in the back seat with GPS positioning, urging: "Get moving, get moving, my sweetheart!" I didn't like it at all, so I found Ben Gates and we got out of here with him right away. ”

Following the GPS' guidance, Landau and Fox found the trail of their target.

Looking at the two snowmobiles that stopped on the side, Landau was not so hurried, "Drive farther away, so they can't see our car, let's walk over." ”

Holding a gun and touching the excavated ruins of the shipwreck, Landau heard a quarrel, and a man's angry voice came out, "Ben Gates, you must understand, without my financial support, you are still worrying about repaying the loan!" ”

Landau followed the sound to find a broken spot and peeked into the cabin, where two unsightly men were tied to a pillar, with barrels under their feet.

Of the two people on the pillar, one must be the target.

Landau gestured to Fawkes, ready to deal with the group of people coming out of the hatch.

Landau, who suddenly smelled the smell of gunsmoke, looked into the cabin, and a black line in front of the barrel was burning slowly.

"Gunpowder!" Landau couldn't control the group of people who couldn't leave, and pulled Fawkes to drill through the hole into the cabin, "Damn, there's gunpowder here!" Hurry up, Fawkes, it's going to blow up! ”