Landau took the gun from Fawkes's hand and disassembled it into parts and placed it on the table, "You don't need a sniper rifle at home." ”

Thinking about calling Winston, but considering the rules of the Continental Hotel, the Continental Hotel in New York is already a colander, Landau took out his mobile phone and called Frank.

"Frank, I have good news and bad news, of course." Regardless of which message was chosen on the other end of the phone, Landau continued to himself, "Good news, the bombing attack should have something to do with Pushkin." ”

Landau paused, waiting for Frank to ask for bad news, but he didn't expect him to speak directly, so he had to continue to tell the bad news, "The bad news is that Pushkin lives in the Continental Hotel. ”

"I don't know how he got in, but it's clear that as soon as I or you do it in the hotel, everyone will know about it immediately."

Frank coughed heavily, then replied to Landau flatly, "I see, he won't be there long." ”

Landau, who hung up the phone, stretched out his hand towards Fox and helped her unload her tactical vest, "Now you just have to wait for their news, there is a proverb in the East, a gun shoots a bird in the head." We don't need to take this risk and get in the limelight. ”

Landau, who had unbuttoned a few more buttons, continued, "You don't plan to take revenge because of the explosion, right?" It's not okay to make your own decisions, I'm going to punish you..."

Landau sat down on the couch with Fox in his arms, and Frank, who had finished answering the phone by the window, walked to the round table.

Frank looked around, looked at the hotel decoration, and taunted Winston, "Is this still your hotel?" One of the participants in the planned action actually stayed in your room. ”

"What did you say on the spot, you will establish your own dynasty in New York..."

Winston, who lowered his head, loosened his neckline and glanced at the triumphant Frank, whose usually authentic American pronunciation also became low and muddy at this time, "Enough, Frank." I ask you to help me, not to make you stand here and laugh at me all the time. ”

"You've just gotten some news, let's hear about it."

Frank walked over to the round table and sat down on crutches, snapped his fingers, and said aloud, "A cappuccino." ”

After taking Winston's butler, Frank propped his hands on his crutches and gave his men a look, and the person brought by Frank immediately took out his instrument and examined it in the room.

When the room was inspected, Frank took the two bugs and gently placed them on the table in front of Winston.

Winston's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and he suddenly raised his fist into a fist to smash the bugging device on the table, but stopped in mid-air and turned to look at Frank and his men.

By the time Frank motioned for his men to take their things away, Winston had regained his composure, his eyes drooping, and he looked like he was unwavering.

"Don't you want to say something?" Frank lifted his cane and pestled it on the ground, the sound of the crutch clanging against the marble tiles.

Winston snorted, but didn't say anything.

"Pushkin lived here, and he was also one of those who knew about the planning of the bombing." Frank no longer hung his appetite and said the information directly, then stood up and patted Winston on the shoulder, "Are you coming or am I coming?" ”

The decadent Winston slowly raised his head, and a fierce light bloomed in his eyes, "I'm coming!" ”

Landau on the bed lazily opened his eyes and looked out the window, the morning sun was not so dazzling.

Getting out of bed lightly, Landau picked up the clothes on the floor and threw them into the washing machine, changed into new clothes and gently closed the door.

While he was leisurely cooking breakfast, Landau received a call from Winston, "Good morning, Mr. Winston, it looks like you're out of trouble." ”

Winston's voice was low and hoarse, "The Continental Hotel in New York has added a new rule from now on: no attempt will be accepted, and no one who has already harmed the hotel will be accepted. ”

"That's a pretty good rule." Landau turned over the omelette in the pan with one hand, and echoed with his mobile phone: "I think Night Voyage Star should also follow up on this decision, after all..."

Landau said word by word: "Some choices are the only opportunities in this life. ”

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Landau put down his phone, picked up the omelette and put it on the plate, and beckoned Fox to come over and enjoy breakfast as he walked out of the room.

After a few sips of the sandwich, Landau took a sip of hot milk and said slowly: "Pushkin is coming out, and Winston is about to kick him out." ”

"The Continental has never said that customers are going out of the house." Fawkes was still slowly enjoying his breakfast.

Landau picked up the fork and stuck the omelette into it, took a bite, and said casually: "But the Continental Hotel will not welcome people who break the rules, let alone accept guests who harm the interests of the hotel." ”

"Uh-huh." Fawkes finished drinking the milk and wiped his mouth elegantly, "It seems that you have made the Continental Hotel set a new rule." ”

Landau, who had already finished breakfast, put away the dishes, "I'm your knight, quite a capable knight. ”

After speaking, Lan Dao smiled and asked rhetorically: "You know my ability best, don't you?" ”

The two of them had already arrived at the door of the hotel, waiting for Pushkin to be invited out of the continental hotel.

Not long after, a bald and big fat man was carried to the door by two waiters, Landau stepped forward, looked at Pushkin, who was holding on to the handrail of the stairs and did not let go, and said: "Mr. Pushkin, now, you can say hello to me." ”

"You can't kill me, I'm still within the confines of the Continental Hotel." Pushkin clung to the handrail of the stairs and shouted: "What can you do with me?" Wait a minute, my people will be there soon. ”

Landau looked up at the hotel butler with scars on his face, and knew from his performance that Pushkin's words were true.

Although he couldn't figure out what happened to the hotel housekeeper, Landau didn't care, and just asked lightly, "You can't kill people, right?" Did you say that you can't hit someone? ”

The corners of the hotel butler's mouth twitched, obviously involving his wounds, and the expression on his face was extremely rich, and he replied, "Just can't kill." ”

Landau turned around and gave Fawkes a look, and the two of them stepped forward together to break Pushkin's arm, dragged the howling Pushkin out into the street, and sent him directly back to his hometown.

Taking a gold coin from his bosom and bombing it to the waiter, telling him to clean up the mess, Landau entered the hotel with Fawkes.

Entering the hall, Landau saw Winston and Frank watching him in the lounge area.

After a simple politeness, Landau went straight to the point, "This black cauldron will definitely come to me, but I'm not a person who likes to carry black cauldrons." Say something, two old gentlemen. ”

Frank was on crutches with his eyes closed, and Winston, who was sitting opposite Frank, said in a low voice: "There are some things that are not better to know the more. ”

What else could it be, wasn't it the KGB? I'll just wait for you to say this, so I can answer.

Landau turned his head to Fawkes and smiled softly, "Whatever happens, I won't be alone. ”

"Since you want to know so much," Frank said, pulling a USB stick from his bosom and tossing it at Landau, "there's the truth you want." As for the cost, I think you should be very clear. ”

When Frank finished speaking, Winston coughed lightly, "The new rules of the Continental Hotel in New York do not allow people to lose the ability to move freely. ”