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

Chapter 225 The Mafia’s Last Dignity

"BOSS, down there... there's no sound down there."

In the office, Vigo smoked silently, while the thug on the side spoke anxiously.

"I know."

Vigo didn't look at him, but kept smoking, as if he wanted to smoke to death.

"I'll take you out of here!" The thug stepped forward and said nervously, "We can go back to Russia! We can..."

"Forget it, kid, I brought this upon myself..." Vigo sighed softly, "Only now do I understand that John Wick will never change, he will always be the one who makes people... The 'night devil' who was frightened by the news..."

"But……"

The thug was anxious, but Vigo waved his hand to calm him down: "Kasinov, I'm sorry... I provoked this matter, and I'm not going to escape."

"You...are expelled from the gang now. Leave here as far away as possible."

"BOSS!" Kasinov wanted to say something anxiously, but his muscular brain really didn't know how to persuade his BOSS.

"I have always regarded you as my son... In fact, if it weren't for this damn blood relationship, maybe you are more suitable to be the heir than Joseph." Vigo slowly stood up and pulled out his own gun from the holster on his waist. Armed with a gun, he handed it to Kasinov, "Take her and let's go, kid."

"I can't..." Tears filled Kasinov's eyes, and he firmly refused, "BOSS! This is what the damn high table asked you to do. You don't have to..."

"Shut up! Damn stubborn donkey, I tell you to get out!" Vigo roughly thrust the gun into Kasinov's hand, "No matter what the reason is, if you do it, you do it! I, Vigo, can't do it!" You have to find excuses to survive!"

"Listen to me...child, don't seek revenge on John, go home...and start over."

"Just think of it as a request from an old man who is about to die."

"..."

Kasinov held Vigo's gun tightly and remained silent.

"Go away! You're still damn young! There's no need to stay here and die with me!" Vigo pushed hard and Kasinov almost fell down. "This is your only chance to escape from this underground world. !”

"When I came here, I didn't plan to go back alive, BOSS." Kasinov said softly, "Since you rescued me from that shit-like life, I didn't plan to go back again."

"You gave me dignity and allowed me to live a decent life. No matter how powerful the enemy was, we never failed. You once said that if one day we are going to die, we will die in battle."

"This is the self-esteem that a Russian man should have! This is what you taught me! I would rather die in the hands of the Night Demon, and I will give the Night Demon a shot before I die! Ula!"

At the end of the sentence, Kasinov actually roared out a war cry with excitement.

"You are a stupid boy." Vigo shook his head helplessly and could only point to the right side.

"All right……"

"There is a safe house next to it, which can lead directly to the outside... But I need to get something, so you go inside and wait for me."

"Yes!" Kasinov nodded, hammered his chest hard, and trotted into the safe house.

"Oh... what a stupid boy without a brain." Vigo smiled bitterly and shook his head, walked to the bar and pressed the button hidden under the bar.

"Click."

The door to the safe house is completely locked.

"?"

Kasinov heard a strange noise and turned around to look, only to find that the door of the safe house had been completely locked and could not be opened from the inside!

"BOSS!" Kasinov shouted, constantly hitting the safety door. However, even with his physique, the impact caused could not shake the safety door in the slightest. "BOSS! This door! It's locked!"

"Nonsense, I locked it." Vigo strolled to the security door and said through the door, "Sorry, Kasinov..."

"Give it to me and live well."

As Vigo's voice sounded, the safe house began to slowly descend. Kasinov looked at the opposite side of the reinforced tempered glass. Vigo's face gradually disappeared. This burly Russian man cried like a child.

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twenty years ago.

In a slum in the Siberian plains, a dirty child was holding a fruit knife, and there were drops of blood on the blade.

In the slums, there are many children like this who kill people just for a bite of food.

Beside him were three or four wailing young men, and his eyes were as numb as a machine.

"Crack, snap, snap."

Crisp applause.

A man in a black coat walked towards the boy, followed by a dozen thugs.

"Boy, what's your name?"

"..." The boy was silent and looked up at the person.

"My name is Viggo, Viggo Tarasov." The man smiled and knelt down, wanting to stroke the boy's head, but was stopped by the boy's raised fruit knife.

"What do you want to do?" The boy said one word at a time, stuttering a little.

Vigo looked at the knife that was still bleeding and pursed his lips: "I just came to see what happened...your parents..."

"They are dead." The little boy replied stutteringly.

"Well... I'm sorry." Vigo thought for a moment, then said, "Are you hungry?"

The little boy nodded. He had not eaten for two days.

"I admire you very much, young man." Vigo grinned, "Are you interested in going to my place to eat something? I happened to have some stew at home."

"..."

The boy hesitated, and his stomach made a noise, making him blush with embarrassment.

"Okay, let's go. There are many children like you there." Vigo smiled and rubbed the boy's head. This time, the boy did not resist, but allowed Vigo to hold his hand and sit on the Vigo's car.

After the car door closed, the boy lowered his head in a somewhat reserved manner: "Thank you, for your kindness, sir."

"I'm actually not a good person." Vigo said softly.

The boy raised his head curiously and looked at Vigo: "But, you want to take me to eat."

"Hahaha... You kid trusts others so easily. You will die miserably in the future." Vigo smiled and rubbed the boy's head. "I am a mafia. Do you know the mafia?"

"I know." The boy nodded, but there was no fear in his eyes.

"From now on, you can live with me. There are many children like you there, and they have enough food." Vigo took out the cigarette case, then looked at the boy and put the cigarette case away angrily. He stood up and said, "I can give you a different life... But if you don't want to, you can leave after eating. You can eat at any time."

"Why do you want to do this?" the boy asked stutteringly.

Looking at the boy's face, Vigo didn't know what he was thinking. Then, he softly said:

"Because I was just like you back then..."

"People like me will go to hell sooner or later."

"But at least..."

"I can let you children have a different childhood than mine, can't I?"

"You will go to heaven." The little boy said stubbornly.

Vigo chuckled and shook his head: "Silly boy... By the way, what's your name?"

"Kasinov."

The boy didn't stutter when he said his name.

"My name is Kasinov."