Chapter 9 Continental Hotel

midnight

A low-key and luxurious black car stopped slowly.

The man in a suit and leather shoes got off the car and strolled into the destination of his trip - the hotel standing here.

The design of the hotel is mainly gray and white, filled with a strong retro style. Large granite slabs decorate the hotel solemnly and solemnly.

Passing through the hotel door, you will see a spacious lobby with countless intricate and gorgeous patterns carved on the marble floor.

Elegant and stylish old-fashioned candlestick chandeliers adorn the ceiling.

However, there were only a few people in this hotel, and there seemed to be no business.

Across the hall, the man came to the counter. A waiter in hotel uniform greeted him with a smile.

The man's face was pale, with a faint red glow in his pupils.

Staring straight at the waiter's neck,

But he thought of something again, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face.

Before he could speak, the waiter's magnetic voice came out of his lips,

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"I need to open an ["account"]."

"Okay sir, [Account Name]?"

"Unknown, but I believe you can do it,"

As he spoke, the man in the suit took out a photo from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Although the photo seems to be a bit blurry due to the dark shooting environment, it can still be distinguished - the Asian man in the photo is Link.

"But he's probably just a fledgling super freak,"

"[Contract status]?"

"open"

"[Denomination]?"

After pondering for a moment, he then spoke,

"$800,000."

After paying the deposit, the man walked out of the hotel.

Opening the door and getting into the passenger seat, the car restarted. The man in the suit turned to look at the back seat and said in confusion,

"I don't understand, Krison, can't we directly use the power within the family?"

"Why are you still looking for them..."

There was no immediate answer to the question, and the figure who had been sitting in the car—that is, Chris,

Slowly pull out a cigar from the storage box in the center of the car seat,

He raised the cigar to his nose, sniffed it slightly, and then slowly spoke,

"Cordell, you have to know that nothing is more important in this world than living,"

"Once you die, you have completely lost and gained nothing."

"My stupid brother actually died in the hands of an unknown person in such a confused manner,"

"It's really ridiculous. You still have hundreds of years of youth to squander and enjoy this beautiful world. Why bother?"

"He was so anxious to prove himself,"

"And I always believe that professional things should be left to professional people,"

"What's more, even if we really hit the iron wall and provoke a ruthless person who shouldn't be provoked, we will not be involved,"

"And that super freak will only go to trouble those killers first,"

"Succeed, we solve the problem, fail, the problem is transferred to them,"

"I'm really looking forward to him going to talk to those old guys at [High Table],"

"It's just a small amount of money, nothing compared to an almost eternal life..."

"To us, this money is just a bunch of numbers. The number of family members given out every year is just food to support us,"

"Human beings are constantly pursuing these meaningless things, first wealth, power, power, and finally pursuing eternity..."

"Someone will deal with Brad's problem, we just have to wait for that uncertainty to be resolved."

"Crack-"

Open the sterling silver metal cover, slide the gear, light the cigar,

Kristen Kendi took a deep breath, and little bits of firelight dispersed in the silent night sky,

"Buzz-"

Suddenly, there was a vibrating sound. Kristen took out a Fruit 4s, lit up the screen, and slid it with interest. After looking at it for a while,

Pass the phone to Cordell,

It clearly shows that someone has taken over the mission.

"You see, this is called professionalism."

…

In the morning, Link opened his eyes,

"The familiar ceiling..."

He got up from the bed, washed himself, and left the apartment.

Arriving downstairs in the apartment, Link looked around pretending to be fine.

After wandering for a while, I walked straight to a newly opened stall downstairs.

Link said with a smile,

"How much?"

"I……"

The "stall owner" who was suddenly asked had not yet reacted. He was about to speak out the lines he had memorized and rehearsed countless times.

But he was interrupted directly by Link, who made it clear,

"I'm talking about how much Nick Fury pays you guys,"

Suddenly, the "stall owner"'s eyes were stunned, but he quickly returned to normal, clasped his hands tightly, and tried to look calmer.

"Sir, what are you talking about?"

"What Nig?"

Ignoring the agent in front of me who thought he was well disguised,

Link stretched out his hand with a joking expression and pointed at several locations.

"The woman in the phone booth has been on the phone for almost an hour,"

"A man sitting in a public seat reading a newspaper will glance here every three minutes on average. Now that I am communicating with you, his frequency has increased."

"The man in a sportswear suit has already run eight times around this less than 300-meter walkway, secretly turning his head from time to time."

"You don't really think you're pretending well, do you? No, right?"

"With so little money a month, what do you think you are trying to do with your life?"

"Aren't you afraid of being elbowed by me?"

At this moment, on the space carrier far away at an altitude of 10,000 meters, Nick Fury was scolding his men angrily with a dark face.

"Shet! How did he find out!!!"

"Didn't you say that the ones you sent were the best of the best in our bureau?"

"Is this the result?"

"How come he found out all of a sudden!"

“Fuck Fuck!!”

Sighing helplessly, Nick Fury shook his head and ordered the adjutant on the side,

"It's pointless to cancel the surveillance team near the target first. It will only waste our manpower..."

The file belonging to Link also has an additional affix of [high alertness].

——

I enthusiastically ordered a localized version of pancake fruit.

But looking at the agent who looked awkward, his hands were unstable, and the eggs spread unevenly, Link waved his hand helplessly.

"Forget it, just bring me a hot dog and a Coke with ice."

Afterwards, Link left the stall without even eating.

Looking at Link's leaving figure, the agent breathed a sigh of relief and pressed the built-in communication headset.

"Report to the director, the target has left."

"I know, is there anything else you need to report?"

"have."

"?"

"You have been directly discovered, what other valuable information can you get?"

"He didn't pay."

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In addition, according to Marvel's setting, Tony Stark was kidnapped in 10 years (), so there were already smartphones at this time.

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