Chapter 27 Winston: I Want to Report!

"Winston, it's the first time we meet. As a sign of respect, do you need me to introduce myself?"

Anton walked slowly towards Winston, revealing the lower half of his face with a smile that was not a smile.

Winston never expected that Anton could crack the password to enter the safe house, he hurriedly put down the wine glass and pointed his gun at Anton.

At this time, the armor on Anton's body was not stained with blood, and it was still dark and not shiny.

But he killed all the way to this place, I don't know how many people's bones were broken, and how many people were hammered to the point of paralysis.

Winston was stressed and his forehead was sweating.

Knowing that the gun in his hand has no effect on the man in armor in front of him, he is reluctant to put it down.

"The Continental Hotel has been established for so many years, and you are the first person to break into it."

He pretended to be calm and said sternly: "Batman, I don't care who you are, this is the Continental Hotel, which is under the jurisdiction of the High Table. If you kill me, you will not only offend all the killers in New York City's underground, but also offend the High Table. "

"This is not a reconciliation attitude."

Anton looked at Winston with a calm tone, but it made the latter feel chills.

Winston understood that this could not be done for good.

In other words, both parties understand that even if Anton lets go of Winston now, Winston will complain to the High Table afterwards.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Winston looked ugly.

"revenge!"

Anton was very calm: "You send someone to kill me, and I will take revenge. Isn't this reasonable?"

"I sent someone to kill you?"

Winston was stunned, dumbfounded.

Suddenly I understand that this is a sin made before, and it belongs to the capsize in the gutter.

"How can you let me go."

Winston calmed down.

He saw that the man in front of him didn't seem to mean to kill him.

"Life Foundation."

Anton spoke clearly and spit out these words.

Winston opened his eyes wide, remembering his last assignment not long ago today, before John Wick retired.

"You are……"

He was suddenly enlightened, and his face was incredible.

Under the cold eyes of the other party, he didn't say the name.

...

After half an hour.

The hour hand ticked, and it was midnight.

Beep beep!

A swarm of police cars crowded in front of the Continental Hotel.

Not far away, was a group of reporters with cameras in hand, filming the scene impatiently.

The reporters looked excited.

They're usually quick-witted, with a solid background in the Continental Hotel, and they're in a neighborhood of their own in Manhattan, where no one dared to shoot anywhere before.

Although we know that there are many filth here, but most of you are journalists to make a meal, not to die.

Today is different.

They were specially invited to come here, and the police cleared the way.

Is the Continental Hotel down?

Who is to blame?

A group of people are extremely excited, this is a big news that alarmed New York, and it is worth at least a thousand prizes to take back.

So, in full view, a group of police officers entered the Continental Hotel with guns.

After a long while, the police took dozens of seriously injured killers covered in blood, walked out of the hotel, and threw them directly into the prison van.

During the process, the reporter did not hear the sound of gunfire at all.

The whole area was dead silent.

So, where did these blood-soaked killers get their injuries?

The reporters were thoughtful.

However, after returning home, all the manuscripts were written to the effect of "New York police work together to capture gangsters", without exception.

Little did they know, even the police were shocked when they walked into the Continental Hotel.

There are downed killers and gangsters everywhere.

Judging from the equipment scattered by these people, if there is a real fight, I am afraid that only the National Guard will be dispatched to easily destroy them.

Hand these over to the police, and the police will show that there is nothing they can do.

They never thought they were too long.

"Where is this fierce guy from?"

I was patrolling in Manhattan before, and I happened to see Anton playing Batman, and rushed to the police officer here without looking back, vaguely aware of the clue, and secretly stunned.

Things got pretty big.

The call above went directly from New York City Hall to the police department.

Police Chief George Stacy had been off work and had to rush to the Continental Hotel at this time.

As a high-level police officer, he certainly knows a lot about the Continental Hotel.

It didn't matter if it was because I couldn't handle it.

Over the years New York City has been established, many rules have already been formed.

George is not stupid.

On the contrary, he was able to sit in the position of the NYPD chief, only on the one hand with justice and toughness, on the other hand because he knew that the rules of the underground can only be solved by the underground.

Like a proverb: Magic must be defeated by magic.

A person on the ground like him, who insists on being contaminated with the filth of the ground, will only be thankless and make a mess.

Of course, when the opportunity is presented to you, the credit should not be given in vain.

"Batman..."

George had a headache when he thought about the situation reported by the police officers under his hands.

During this time, the law and order in New York City is not very good, and the complaints from the police department have piled up.

Here comes another Batman!

movie role? !

After this battle, George did not feel that this person was playing role-playing.

"Go and find out the true identity of Batman."

He instructed the police officers around him: "In addition, write a report to the city hall. We cannot take the credit this time."

"Understood, don't worry, Chief."

The subordinate patted his chest: "I'm the best at writing a report."

talking room.

An embarrassed figure with a calm old face walked out of the Continental Hotel.

Seeing this man, George squinted his eyes and greeted him with a smirk. He asked consolingly, "Mr. Winston, there is such a serious gang fight in the Continental Hotel, and we also found a killer wanted by the police in the hotel. It's great to see you're all right in a dangerous place."

When Winston heard the words, his face became more and more gloomy.

Seeing that his mainland hotel was surrounded by police, he glanced over the prison van outside the hotel, and there was a hint of heartache in his eyes.

This is his hard work for many years.

Disintegrated for the most part.

After today, the Continental Hotel may become a laughing stock.

Fortunately, the name of the Continental Hotel was kept.

According to the agreement, the high table will naturally go to that person, so as not to remove his power.

"Director George, I have something to tell you."

Winston took a deep breath.

"I want to report!"

He followed George to the outside of the Continental Hotel, and in front of a group of reporters, he spoke decisively and in a high-pitched tone: "These people are sent by the Life Foundation, and those San Francisco people want to destroy my hotel."

"what?"

George's eyes widened.

He never thought that he would actually hear this sentence from Winston's mouth.

Isn't this fucking all yours?

Life Foundation!

How could a bunch of San Francisco people come to New York to make trouble!

Do you really think the NYPD is vegetarian?

George wanted to scold, but in front of the reporter, some words could not be said at all, and he could only squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying.

He spoke righteously and gritted his teeth: "You said, I will definitely seek justice for you."

"The Life Foundation and the Continental Hotel have no grievances. Their purpose is to take revenge on the Daily Bugle."

In front of the camera, Winston showed a well-known expression and said solemnly: "As for the reason, everyone knows it well."

"But why are they making trouble at the Continental Hotel?" George pressed.

"You have to ask the Life Foundation!"

Winston threw the question back lightly, gritted his teeth as well, and the hatred on his face was definitely not fake.

"There's no need for me to lie about this. In short, the Life Foundation is the culprit!"

Word by word, he came to a conclusion on the matter.

George was stunned and saw that Winston was not lying. This guy really thought that the Life Foundation was the culprit.

But this is inconsistent with the information I got!

You are clearly Batman who appeared out of nowhere, how is it related to the Life Foundation again?

Shouldn't you hate Batman?

The second monk George was puzzled.

Swish!

At this time, a gust of wind blew.

"Look!"

Someone glanced up, full of horror, pointed at the figure on the top floor of the Continental Hotel, and exclaimed, "What is that?"