Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

Chapter 264 It’s intentional (akimbo)

"Santino's people are ready to move now, we need to be prepared. The defense of the south gate..."

Cassian was talking to John at this time, and John was as taciturn as ever, only occasionally echoing "Yeah", and most of the time, he was still in a state of thinking.

"What are we talking about?"

Chen Yan's voice came from behind the two of them. At this moment, he was carrying the unconscious pilot brother and walking towards John and the others.

"Mission accomplished?"

John looked up at Chen Yan and asked softly.

"Wait."

Chen Yan placed the pilot brother on the sofa beside him and gave him a comfortable sleeping position. Then, he casually waved the flying knife in his hand toward the sky, and a space crack appeared.

"Ah~~~~~"

"Pfft."

Santino fell from a height and fell flat on his face, but he was still shouting crazily, and even when he touched the ground, he was still shaking.

"I...I fell...for thirty minutes...Ehehehe, Ehehehehe~"

It seems that our Mr. Santino has completely collapsed. His body is shaking, his voice is shaking, and his brain is probably shaking as well.

Chen Yan rubbed his nose angrily. In fact, when he played the "Portal" series of games before, he often liked to use the portal to connect the upper and lower planes, and then jump down, and an infinite falling space was formed.

Of course, he also wanted to pay tribute to a certain great magician's cool skills, but it was obvious that the second prince of Asgard was much better than Mr. Santino in front of him.

"What, this guy is still alive, and I successfully captured him, so I feel that my mission has not failed." Chen Yan said embarrassedly.

Cassian's mouth twitched as he looked at Santino, who was already incontinent on the ground, and said, "It's true that he's still alive... he's just crazy."

"Pa bang bang..." A burst of rhythmic applause sounded. "Mr. Blood Dragon's efficiency is a bit beyond my expectation."

Jaina was wearing a luxurious dress and walked out of the room with applause.

Then Jaina smelled a strange smell in the air.

She turned her head and glanced at Santino, who was twitching on the ground. There was a puddle of water stains on the high-end velvet carpet. She said in disbelief: "Did you torture him before I came?"

Cassian and John looked at each other calmly, and then...

"I suddenly feel that there is no need to set up defenses. How about we go have a drink?" Cassian put his arm around John's shoulders and laughed heartily.

"Yeah..." John nodded.

The two walked out of the room arm in arm, leaving Chen Yan alone in embarrassment.

"I didn't expect that something that I thought would be very difficult could be solved so easily." Gianna frowned and said. The smell in the room was really unbearable for her, "Let's go to the balcony for a while."

"What should we do, Santino?"

Chen Yan glanced at Mr. Dantonio on the ground and hesitated.

"You don't have to worry about him later." Jaina smiled and shook her head, "In fact, when you went to arrest my brother, John and I had already solved some minor problems within Camorra."

"It's just that... my brother's people will probably come to cause trouble."

Gianna led Chen Yan to the balcony, felt the breeze blowing on her face, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't even know how to thank you, but I'm curious as to why you came back so suddenly. As far as I know, the Harrier fighter jets used by Camorra to support you are still parked on the top apron of the Continental Hotel in New York." Jaina leaned against the guardrail of the balcony lazily and whispered. "Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious. It doesn't matter if you don't tell me."

"Let's not talk about it. Everyone has a little secret, Miss Gianna." Chen Yan lit one for himself with his back against the guardrail. "To be honest, I didn't expect things to go so smoothly. To be honest, at that time I just brainstormed with Lord Daredevil, but I didn’t expect the people under Mr. Santino to be so incompetent and couldn’t even get me interested.”

"Actually, before my father passed away, he chose to hand over the seat of Camorra to me simply because my brother's ambition was too great." Jaina sighed. She looked at the skyline in the distance and said softly, "This In this world, the Continental Hotel is just a pawn of a mysterious organization. My brother and I have both been invited by that mysterious organization. My brother chose to become one of them for the greater good, and I... I’ve been hesitant.”

"I don't know if I should tell you this, but when I think about John, he might do anything for revenge..." Jaina frowned, and she said, seeming to be struggling, "When you go to New York for business When, I...investigated the cause of death of John’s wife, Ms. Helen, a few years ago.”

"The house is Camorra's real estate, and was handed over to John with the consent of the twelve high table members. But the strange thing is that all the insiders who participated in John's mission were secretly executed... and John owed the debt for completing the mission. Those who are guilty of blood debt are all members of that mysterious organization."

"They call themselves the Order of the Ancients...you can also call them the Order of the Templars."

"These sweet and spicy people are really haunted."

When Chen Yan heard that name, his smoking movements stopped abruptly. The half-covered mask prevented Jaina from seeing his expression, but she could feel that Mr. Blood Dragon in front of her was suppressing his anger. Gianna didn't know how much trouble the Temple Order she mentioned brought to Chen Yan.

"Huh? Wait a minute." Feeling the phone vibrate, Jaina apologized to Chen Yan and answered the call. "it's me."

"Miss Gianna D'Antonio, I have some unfortunate news to inform you." Winston's voice sounded slowly, "Your brother Mr. Santino is missing from my place, and we also found one of his My security guard died in the public restroom on the top floor. The cause of death was a blunt instrument that penetrated the eye socket and damaged the brain."

"We found a Harrier fighter jet belonging to the Camorra on the top apron. I need an explanation. In other words, the High Table needs an explanation." Winston's voice was hesitant. "To tell you the truth, I'll keep it here." I received reliable information that the High Table's courtroom was already on its way, and unfortunately, I was watching an opera in Times Square when the incident occurred."

"I think you must have a reasonable explanation, Miss Gianna."

"Actually..." Gianna looked up at Chen Yan beside her with a questioning expression, "I think I..."

"I think Ms. Gianna knows the initiator of the murder, Mr. Winston." The corners of Chen Yan's mouth slightly raised under his half-covered visor, "Because I was the one who committed the crime."

"I'm sorry, Miss Gianna, is there anyone with you?" Winston said in surprise on the phone.

"Please inform Mr. Charon and ask him to reserve room 818 for me." Chen Yan took the phone from Gianna and said to Winston. "By the way, you can call me...Number Six."

"beep."

Chen Yan hung up the phone directly.

"Mr. Blood Dragon, you shouldn't..." Jaina said helplessly.

"No, Miss Gianna."

Chen Yan politely returned the phone to Gianna, and interrupted Gianna's words very rudely.

"I did it on purpose."