The Continental Hotel, New York.
Smith and Fox walked in after giving the doorman two Continental Hotel gold coins.
After entering the Continental Hotel, Smith did not stay in the lobby but took Fox directly to the underground bar.
When Charon, who was at the hotel front desk, saw Smith and Fox walking towards the bar, he immediately picked up the phone and made a call.
"Manager Winston, Smith, who you asked me to keep an eye on earlier, has come to our hotel with Fox and is now heading towards the bar area."
"Okay, I understand."
Charon watched the phone hang up and murmured:
"Fortunately, I eat and live in the hotel, so I don't have to leave here."
After Winston hung up the phone, he rubbed his head and said casually:
"Why are these two guys here?"
"Could it be that those crazy people from the Assassin's League are going to attack my Continental Hotel?"
"Or is there another unlucky nigger who messed with this guy Smith?"
As the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, Winston has some understanding of the Assassin's League. 18 years ago, this organization often assassinated people for no apparent reason, but suddenly changed its style. Instead of inexplicable assassinations, it specialized in assassinating people who had committed many evil deeds or committed serious crimes.
In New York alone, there are many gang leaders, or some perverted murderers who have not been caught, who have been attacked by the Assassin's League and none of them have failed.
For this reason, the mainland hotel and some gangs reported the situation to the high table, but there was no action taken from above. They only sent a arbitrator to talk to the other party and then left.
However, Winston had heard some gossip that when the High Table was established, it had invited the Assassin's League and even offered a position as an elder, but the other party did not agree.
Of course, many of the registered member killers of the Continental Hotel were killed by the Assassin's League outside. Among them, Smith Doyle, who visited today, killed especially many black killers, and even specifically targeted black people to kill.
But Winston didn't care as long as no one was killed in the hotel. After all, this man was not here specifically to identify people, right? Thinking of this, Winston quickened his pace.
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After paying another two gold coins of the Continental Hotel, Smith and Fox entered the underground hotel.
As the two men entered, the killers in the bar looked at them intentionally or unintentionally.
Although killing is prohibited in mainland hotels and the bar area is an intelligence area, every killer will instinctively take a look at whoever comes.
After seeing that the person coming was Smith Doyle, some killers didn't care and even raised their glasses to Smith.
However, several of the black killers immediately turned around when they saw Smith Doyle, or stood up and walked towards the bathroom, and some even used their hats to block their faces.
Fox took in all the changes in the people in front of him, then leaned close to Smith and said,
"You're almost becoming a Hunter assassin."
"Look how you scared those black killers."
Hearing Fox's words, Smith also smiled and said casually:
"Isn't it our duty to clean up the filth in the world?"
"Killed all of them. Not a single one was killed by mistake."
Hearing Smith's words, Fox nodded seriously. Everyone here was a killer, working for money and assassinating others regardless of good or bad. It would be right to kill them all.
However, in Fox's opinion, Smith particularly hates African-Americans. In fact, because of his preference, the Assassin's League has never recruited any African-American personnel since they learned about this.
As he spoke, Smith walked to the bar and said to the bartender Eddie:
"Two glasses of Thundering Bourbon."
After Eddie poured a glass of whiskey for each of them, he smiled and said to Smith:
"Smith, our business gets worse every time you visit us."
"I guess they are definitely sending text messages to inform other African killers not to come to the mainland hotel in the next two days."
Smith shrugged.
"In fact, I hope everyone can come to the mainland hotel to take refuge quickly. After all, killing is prohibited here, right?"
Eddie smiled speechlessly. He came here to seek refuge, but he was afraid that you would remember his face and find a chance to kill him after he got out.
"How can I help you?"
The gold coins at the entrance of the bar area are not only the entrance fee, but also the intelligence fee. You can get the information you want here.
Smith took out a piece of paper and drew a pattern of a 4 stars Dragon Ball on it, then said,
"If anyone comes to ask about this or something similar, let him come to me."
Eddie picked it up and looked at it, then said,
"A crystal ball with stars on it, right?"
"Okay, I understand."
Seeing Eddie leave, Fox asked curiously,
"What is this?"
"And what about the good show you mentioned?"
Just as Smith was about to say something, Winston came over and greeted him warmly:
"Mr. Smith."
"Ms. Fox."
Smith raised his glass and said:
"Manager Winston, long time no see."
Fox also greeted,
"Mr. Winston."
Winston snapped his fingers, and then Eddie came over.
"Eddie, get out my bottle of 1972 Macallan whiskey. I want to treat Smith and Fox to a drink."
Hearing about the vintage of the whiskey, Smith said,
"Winston, Macallan of this vintage is not cheap."
Winston smiled and said:
"No matter how expensive the wine is, it's worth drinking."
"Besides, good wine goes well with heroes. This little bit of wine is nothing to you two."
Soon Eddie came over with three glasses of whiskey and placed them in front of Smith and the other two.
Smith picked up the glass, sniffed it, took a sip, and then said,
"This year's Macallan is pretty good, but I heard that the 1926 Macallan is the best."
Winston smiled and responded:
"It's hard to find Macallan of this vintage, and even I can't afford it at that price."
Smith didn't say much after hearing this. It was true that the 1927 Macallan cost 2 million pounds and was difficult to buy.
Winston continued,
"People like us who run platforms are not within the scope of the Assassin's League's crackdown."
"So Smith, you guys shouldn't break the rules of my hotel."
Smith looked at Winston, shrugged his shoulders and said,
"You don't think the two of us are here to take down the Continental Hotel in New York."
"As for the rules of mainland hotels, I think they're pretty good."
Hearing this answer, Winston smiled.
"Thanks."
At this time, Fox suddenly said:
"The Continental Hotel has just issued a new task, 2 million US dollars."
"Smith, this isn't what you call lively, is it?"
(End of this chapter)