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Chapter 271
chapter 0155 part 2
Kate Corrigan listened to the sound of that Deputy Supervisor constantly making calls outside the Office and said, shaking his head.
“Before that, Anu, maybe you can accompany Abe Sapien on a trip to the Troll Black Market to investigate the whereabouts of Urnos!”
At the New York Continental Hotel, a notice hung high in the most prominent position of the hotel's bounty board.
Photo/Image, Name: Alexander Corvinus, Dead or alive. Found whereabouts, 5 million US dollars. Bring back complete corpse, 10 million US dollars. Capture alive, 20 million US dollars.
From time to time, Servers from the Continental Hotel came forward to replace the new bounty notes. In just one hour's time, Alexander Corvinus's bounty increased by nearly 5 million.
Among these bounties, the part published by Lane through the Continental Hotel is only a portion. Another part is the increased reward from the Major New York Gangs out of goodwill towards Boss Tang.
Of course, there are also some people afraid of suffering unwarranted disaster, who paid money to prove to Boss Tang that this attack incident had nothing to do with them.
The remaining funding composition is much more mixed. There is remittance from the Continental Hotel in Italy, said to be the bounty offered by the Gambino family.
There is also bounty invested by a certain fried chicken shop following the trend.
The amount appearing on the Continental Hotel's bounty list is only a part. It is said that in other intelligence black markets, there is another bounty no less than here being posted.
In the manager's office of the Continental Hotel, the hotel manager opened a bottle of whiskey and poured for the man with a face full of stubble in front of him.
“I heard you went to Italy, but I didn't expect you would come back to New York!”
“Winston, I have reconciled with your Continental Hotel. Besides, the High Table has already changed two seats, why haven't I seen them send out the adjudicator!”
John Wick picked up the whiskey in front of him, drank half a glass with gulps, and said to his old friend with some dissatisfaction.
Winston, the manager of the New York Continental Hotel, raised his wine glass and pursed his lips: “Of course, it's because they can't afford to offend that one—”
“That Tang has already replaced Kingpin and become one of the twelve seats of the High Table. Oh no, he holds two seats!”
“John, if you have the strength to take down any one of the powers behind the High Table, you can also replace them—”
“This damn world!” John Wick picked up the whiskey bottle on the table and poured himself another full glass of whiskey.
“This is how the world is, survival of the fittest. Looking at you, did you encounter difficulties in Italy?” Winston looked at John Wick:
“If you have trouble, just say it. As long as it doesn't violate the Continental Hotel rules, we are all old friends, just say it!”
“Find me a few big jobs?”
John Wick's words made Winston pause: “John, haven't you already retired? Want to return to your old business?”
John Wick drank a glass of wine gloomily.
He shouldn't have taken the snake woman to Italy in the first place, not to mention running into that Bringer of Disaster named Tang.
As a man, he also didn't seem to anticipate what kind of place Italy really was.
The Fashion Capital, the Headquarters of many luxury goods brands are in that damned place. Letting a woman without self-control go there is equivalent to completely emptying the man's wallet.
After a few months, his only remaining retirement fund was completely empty, turning into a pile of useless luxury handbags and designer clothes.
The most crucial thing is, in that place Rome, the assassin business really doesn't make as much money as New York. Not to mention not getting a single job for ten days to half a month, and there's a whole bunch of peer competition.
John really had no method, that's why he returned to New York. However, John Wick didn't want to elaborate on these circumstances with his old friend.
“Recently there's a big job in New York, it's finding someone. The bounty posted just at the Hotel is over 20 million! You can give it a try!”
Winston saw his old friend didn't want to speak and didn't press further. He just introduced it to him while holding his wine glass.
John Wick said gloomily: “I saw it when I went upstairs just now, but finding people is not my specialty!”
“Not interested? I see they are all coveting this bounty. The entire Underworld of New York is about to turn into a chaotic mess!
Even the Beggar King's People have started moving. That's right, his connections in New York are the widest. If that person is really in New York, it's probably impossible to hide from his eyes!”
You know, under the Beggar King, there are nearly forty percent of the homeless people in all of New York. It can be said he is the King of Intelligence of all New York.
“I have another business here, the commission is 10 million. The employer's target is to assassinate the King of a small East African country!”
“I'll take it! Mission target, Location—” Before Winston finished speaking, John Wick immediately agreed.
Next month's credit card bill is imminent. He no longer has the energy to be picky anymore.
Valentine's Day, it's all that damn Valentine's Day. Otherwise, how could he have been groggily climbed into bed by the snake woman after drinking too much!
“This is the target. He will appear in Washington next month to attend a secret meeting. Your mission is to cooperate with the employer's people to take him down!”
Winston raised his hand, and a black butler handed him a piece of data/information.
Winston handed a photo to John Wick. The person in the photo was a fat old black person.
“Need to cooperate with others?” John Wick frowned.
He has always been used to working alone!
“If you can take him down yourself, that would naturally be best!”
Winston smiled, took a credit card from the black butler's hand, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards John Wick.
“This is my supplementary credit card. It has a limit of three hundred thousand. You can take it and use it first! I will deduct the expenses from your commission!”
John Wick nodded towards Winston, picked up the credit card on the table, and put it into his pocket.
New York, Brooklyn, inside a Small Alley.
“Is it her?”
A tall Hellboy and a Fishman wearing glasses were peeking from the Corner of the Alley. Their target for peeking was not some great beauty, but rather an old lady walking shakily and pushing a walker.
Kate Corrigan listened to the sound of that Deputy Supervisor constantly making calls outside the Office and said, shaking his head.
“Before that, Anu, maybe you can accompany Abe Sapien on a trip to the Troll Black Market to investigate the whereabouts of Urnos!”
At the New York Continental Hotel, a notice hung high in the most prominent position of the hotel's bounty board.
Photo/Image, Name: Alexander Corvinus, Dead or alive. Found whereabouts, 5 million US dollars. Bring back complete corpse, 10 million US dollars. Capture alive, 20 million US dollars.
From time to time, Servers from the Continental Hotel came forward to replace the new bounty notes. In just one hour's time, Alexander Corvinus's bounty increased by nearly 5 million.
Among these bounties, the part published by Lane through the Continental Hotel is only a portion. Another part is the increased reward from the Major New York Gangs out of goodwill towards Boss Tang.
Of course, there are also some people afraid of suffering unwarranted disaster, who paid money to prove to Boss Tang that this attack incident had nothing to do with them.
The remaining funding composition is much more mixed. There is remittance from the Continental Hotel in Italy, said to be the bounty offered by the Gambino family.
There is also bounty invested by a certain fried chicken shop following the trend.
The amount appearing on the Continental Hotel's bounty list is only a part. It is said that in other intelligence black markets, there is another bounty no less than here being posted.
In the manager's office of the Continental Hotel, the hotel manager opened a bottle of whiskey and poured for the man with a face full of stubble in front of him.
“I heard you went to Italy, but I didn't expect you would come back to New York!”
“Winston, I have reconciled with your Continental Hotel. Besides, the High Table has already changed two seats, why haven't I seen them send out the adjudicator!”
John Wick picked up the whiskey in front of him, drank half a glass with gulps, and said to his old friend with some dissatisfaction.
Winston, the manager of the New York Continental Hotel, raised his wine glass and pursed his lips: “Of course, it's because they can't afford to offend that one—”
“That Tang has already replaced Kingpin and become one of the twelve seats of the High Table. Oh no, he holds two seats!”
“John, if you have the strength to take down any one of the powers behind the High Table, you can also replace them—”
“This damn world!” John Wick picked up the whiskey bottle on the table and poured himself another full glass of whiskey.
“This is how the world is, survival of the fittest. Looking at you, did you encounter difficulties in Italy?” Winston looked at John Wick:
“If you have trouble, just say it. As long as it doesn't violate the Continental Hotel rules, we are all old friends, just say it!”
“Find me a few big jobs?”
John Wick's words made Winston pause: “John, haven't you already retired? Want to return to your old business?”
John Wick drank a glass of wine gloomily.
He shouldn't have taken the snake woman to Italy in the first place, not to mention running into that Bringer of Disaster named Tang.
As a man, he also didn't seem to anticipate what kind of place Italy really was.
The Fashion Capital, the Headquarters of many luxury goods brands are in that damned place. Letting a woman without self-control go there is equivalent to completely emptying the man's wallet.
After a few months, his only remaining retirement fund was completely empty, turning into a pile of useless luxury handbags and designer clothes.
The most crucial thing is, in that place Rome, the assassin business really doesn't make as much money as New York. Not to mention not getting a single job for ten days to half a month, and there's a whole bunch of peer competition.
John really had no method, that's why he returned to New York. However, John Wick didn't want to elaborate on these circumstances with his old friend.
“Recently there's a big job in New York, it's finding someone. The bounty posted just at the Hotel is over 20 million! You can give it a try!”
Winston saw his old friend didn't want to speak and didn't press further. He just introduced it to him while holding his wine glass.
John Wick said gloomily: “I saw it when I went upstairs just now, but finding people is not my specialty!”
“Not interested? I see they are all coveting this bounty. The entire Underworld of New York is about to turn into a chaotic mess!
Even the Beggar King's People have started moving. That's right, his connections in New York are the widest. If that person is really in New York, it's probably impossible to hide from his eyes!”
You know, under the Beggar King, there are nearly forty percent of the homeless people in all of New York. It can be said he is the King of Intelligence of all New York.
“I have another business here, the commission is 10 million. The employer's target is to assassinate the King of a small East African country!”
“I'll take it! Mission target, Location—” Before Winston finished speaking, John Wick immediately agreed.
Next month's credit card bill is imminent. He no longer has the energy to be picky anymore.
Valentine's Day, it's all that damn Valentine's Day. Otherwise, how could he have been groggily climbed into bed by the snake woman after drinking too much!
“This is the target. He will appear in Washington next month to attend a secret meeting. Your mission is to cooperate with the employer's people to take him down!”
Winston raised his hand, and a black butler handed him a piece of data/information.
Winston handed a photo to John Wick. The person in the photo was a fat old black person.
“Need to cooperate with others?” John Wick frowned.
He has always been used to working alone!
“If you can take him down yourself, that would naturally be best!”
Winston smiled, took a credit card from the black butler's hand, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards John Wick.
“This is my supplementary credit card. It has a limit of three hundred thousand. You can take it and use it first! I will deduct the expenses from your commission!”
John Wick nodded towards Winston, picked up the credit card on the table, and put it into his pocket.
New York, Brooklyn, inside a Small Alley.
“Is it her?”
A tall Hellboy and a Fishman wearing glasses were peeking from the Corner of the Alley. Their target for peeking was not some great beauty, but rather an old lady walking shakily and pushing a walker.
