"You seem surprised?" Winston said with a smile, "Your appearance and height are exactly the same as Josh. There are absolutely no flaws. Is it the latest technology or a super power?"
"Super powers... so be it." Looking around, there were four people nearby, including Winston. Mike replied, "How did you find out?"
"I have worked at the Continental Hotel all my life and know the facilities and employees here well. The appearance is very good, but it is difficult to imitate a person perfectly, especially the habitual movements." Winston asked, "Where is Josh?"
"He passed out. If you send people to the back alley, they should be able to find him in the trash can."
"If you didn't kill the hotel employees, then we have to talk about it." Winston said calmly, "You are observing the surrounding environment, but I regret to tell you that the Continental Hotel is different from ordinary hotels. Most of the employees are retired mercenaries, killers, and soldiers. Also, don't forget, most of the residents here are killers. As long as there is a reward, they will immediately become temporary hotel workers. Fighting or running away is not a wise choice."
"Who said I wanted to run away?" Mike grinned and looked up at the ceiling.
What's so special about the ceiling?
No!
But others don't know. Subconsciously, others follow Mike and look up.
Three identical "Josh" appeared next to "Josh", and then disappeared instantly. Just when the others were slightly dazed, thinking they were hallucinating, "Josh" appeared behind them and knocked them unconscious with a knife before they could react.
"Josh" stood behind Winston, with the sharp Kunai on his neck.
Winston said calmly, "I am not afraid of death."
Mike nodded. "I believe this... but if you can live, why should you die? I have no malice towards you, nor towards the Continental Hotel. It's just that one of your residents is on my must-kill list."
Winston: "The Continental Hotel Killing is prohibited. Breaking the hotel rules is the greatest malice."
"It seems we have some differences, but it doesn't matter... because rules are meant to be broken. Also, has anyone ever said, you guys are really pretending."
They are obviously a group of dirty people who provide services to dirty killers, but they disguise themselves like old nobles.
hatui~
Mike Knock out Winston and throw all the fainted people behind the counter.
The elevator door opens.
"Josh..."
There was a tall black man in the elevator, his bald head was as shiny as if it had been waxed and polished. His name was Charon, he was a hotel manager, and his status was second only to Winston.
Mike punched what he was about to say back into his throat, and the latter fainted in confusion.
The elevator stops on the fifteenth floor.
"Room service."
No response.
"Express delivery."
No response.
"Check the water meter."
Still no response.
"You exploded."
Bang bang bang...
A stream of bullets was fired into the house.
Ta-ta-ta...
The pistol was replaced with an automatic rifle.
Mike stood against the wall and said, "It's me, Bullseye!"
Bullseye in the room felt numb: Of course the labor and management knew it was you! He glanced at the window, which was equipped with solid steel railings and bulletproof glass. The facilities that originally protected Bullseye instead confined him in the room.
"Go to hell you bastard!"
Bullseye took out the grenade and threw it into the corridor through the hole made by the bullet.
Mike took advantage of the situation and kicked away.
Boom!
The grenade exploded and fragments flew everywhere.
A burly man poked his head out of the guest room next to him, "Why don't you let me sleep well?"
Benedict!
Kunai flew past the big man's cheek, leaving a thin line of blood nailed to the door panel.
"Do you want to stay awake?" Mike asked with a smile.
Bang!
The big man closed the door tightly.
Another door opened, this time it was a beautiful woman wearing purple suspender pajamas. She gave a thumbs up to Mike: "You dare to break the hotel rules, you have the guts! You are always welcome on my bed, provided you survive."
Mike:"..."
Who are they? Are the killer version of the soy sauce crowd so powerful?
The grenades were just used by Bullseye to delay time. He pulled out a box from under the bed, took out the RPG, and pointed it at the window.
Boom!
The bulletproof glass and railings were blown away.
The scene was spectacular.
Bullseye can't fly. He can only use the prepared rope to rappel. This technique is used a lot and he is very proficient.
"I won't let you run away this time."
Mike, who had just entered the house, saw Bullseye jumping from the window. There were two cool beauties shivering in the house, as well as special toys lying on the floor.
"You really know how to play!"
Thinking of this, Mike felt angry. He worked overtime in the middle of the night and spent money, but Bullseye was exploring the tunnel in a fancy way. Are you angry?
Mike looked down from the window and saw Bullseye descending on one side with his gun pointed at him.
A bunch of bullets...
Mike retracted his head and cut off the rappelling rope with one knife.
Poof!
There was a muffled sound, which was the sound of Bullseye falling to the ground.
Mike looked down again and saw Bullseye lying on the ground wearing floral underwear and pants.
Haha~
When Bullseye fell to the ground, it was at most two stories high. Could Bullseye be killed by the fall?
Mike doesn't believe it.
Sure enough.
Bullseye straightened his limbs, endured the pain, got up, and ran wildly.
"Run, run quickly."
While in the hotel, as long as Mike is willing, Bullseye will not have a chance to escape from the hotel. No, it should be said that he will die in bed.
Mike decided to give the Continental Hotel a face and killed Bullseye outside the hotel. As for the bullet holes in the corridor and the walls that were covered with grenades... those were done by Bullseye. What does it have to do with Mike?
Although it broke the rules of the hotel, everyone could still sit down and talk.
While escaping, Bullseye looked back and saw Mike running vertically on the outer wall of the building, as if ignoring the earth's gravity.
Three-way intersection.
Bullseye suddenly realized that he couldn't run away. He was not the kind of person who just waited to die.
In a hurry, there was no time to put on clothes, so Bullseye only wore a strap with many throwing knives stuck in it. He turned around, staring at Mike who was walking over with a fierce look in his eyes.
"It's almost over." Mike took out Senbonzakura, "Let's scatter, Senbonzakura."
Bullseye recognized the pink dust that had blocked the sniper bullets. He threw a large number of throwing knives.
Among the many flying knives, one was like a boomerang, drawing a large arc and going around behind Mike.
Just...
"It's useless, Senbonzakura's defense has no blind spots."
The biggest weakness is No-Damage Zone. But even if Bullseye knows this weakness, with his ability, what can he do?
Ding ding ding...
All flying knives bounced away.
"Anything else?" Mike said, "Anything in your hands can be turned into a murderous weapon."
Bullseye was silent. He was helpless against Mike. The only hope for survival was for the Continental Hotel's killers to take action. At the window of the hotel, many pairs of eyes had noticed the two people at the three-way intersection.
"Who is the employer?"
Mike looked back at the hotel, "Have you paid? These killers won't mind their own business without money... Don't expect Winston, he is probably still unconscious."
Mike killed Bullseye's last hope.
"Ah!"
Bullseye screamed and rushed over, the gravel in his hand and the two knocked out teeth in his mouth all became his weapons.
Such a person, if it weren't for Mike, would be really difficult to deal with, and he might be able to successfully overturn him if he's not careful.
Senbonzakura wrapped Bullseye and turned him into a veritable bloody man.
"I won't even tell you who your employer is!" Bullseye's eyes were filled with hatred.
"You say it as if I must know." Mike sneered.
Bullseye took his last breath.
Take it easy and call it a day. (It rhymes)