"Winston, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. To show my respect, should I introduce myself?"
Anton slowly approached Winston, a smirk playing on the lower half of his face.
Winston was completely taken aback. He never expected Anton to crack the security codes and get into this safe house. He quickly set down his glass and raised his gun, aiming it at Anton.
At this moment, the armor on Anton's body remained untainted by blood, still a dull black, without any shine.
However, he had fought his way here, breaking countless bones and crippling numerous people. The sheer killing intent radiating from him was palpable.
Winston felt immense pressure, his forehead slick with sweat.
He knew the gun in his hand was useless against the armored man in front of him, but he couldn't bring himself to lower it.
"You're the first person to ever break into the Continental Hotel in all its years."
He forced himself to remain calm, putting on a serious face. "Batman, I don't care who you are, this is the Continental Hotel, under the jurisdiction of the High Table. If you kill me, you'll not only offend all the assassins in New York City, but also the High Table."
"That doesn't sound like you're trying to make peace."
Anton looked at Winston, his tone calm, but it sent a chill down the latter's spine.
Winston knew there was no way to resolve this peacefully.
Or rather, both of them understood that even if Anton let Winston go now, Winston would report him to the High Table afterward.
"What exactly do you want?"
Winston's expression was grim.
"Revenge!"
Anton was very calm. "You sent people to kill me, and I retaliated. Isn't that reasonable?"
"I sent people to kill you?"
Winston was stunned, completely dumbfounded.
He suddenly understood. This was karma from his past actions, a case of biting off more than he could chew.
"What do you want to let me go?"
Winston calmed down.
He saw that the man in front of him didn't seem to want to kill him.
"Life Foundation."
Anton spoke clearly, uttering those words.
Winston's eyes widened, remembering the last task he'd entrusted to John Wick before retirement, just earlier that day.
"You are..."
A flash of realization dawned on him, his face filled with disbelief.
Under the other man's cold gaze, he couldn't bring himself to say the name.
A moment later.
The clock ticked, reaching midnight.
Wee-woo, wee-woo!
A large number of police cars were crammed in front of the Continental Hotel.
Not far away, a group of reporters with cameras were eagerly filming the scene.
These reporters looked excited.
They were usually well-informed. The Continental Hotel had a strong background and was a force unto itself in Manhattan. No one had dared to film near it before.
Even though they knew the area was rife with corruption, most reporters were just trying to make a living, not looking to get killed.
Today was different.
Someone specifically invited them here, and the police cleared the way.
Has the Continental Hotel fallen?
Who did they offend?
A group of people were incredibly excited; this was big news in New York, and they could get at least a thousand in prize money for it.
So, under the watchful eyes of the public, a group of police officers, armed with guns, stormed into the Continental Hotel.
After a while, the police escorted dozens of heavily wounded assassins, covered in blood, out of the hotel and directly into prison vans.
During the process, the reporters hadn't heard any gunshots.
The entire area was dead silent.
Then, where did these blood-soaked assassins get their injuries?
The reporters were thoughtful.
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However, back home, all the articles, without exception, essentially read, "New York City Police Join Forces to Capture Gangsters."
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They didn't know that even the police were shocked when they entered the Continental Hotel.
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Everywhere, assassins and gang members lay on the ground.
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Judging by the equipment scattered around these people, if a real fight had broken out, only the National Guard could have easily wiped them out.
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Handing these people over to the police would be futile. The police would claim they were powerless to do anything.
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They certainly didn't think their lives were long enough to deal with this.
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"Where did this powerhouse come from?"
Previously, while patrolling in Manhattan, he had coincidentally seen Anton, who was playing Batman, rush towards the police officers here without looking back. He vaguely sensed something amiss and secretly clicked his tongue.
The matter had escalated significantly.
The phone call from above went directly from New York City Hall to the police department.
Police Commissioner George Stacy had already gone off duty, but now he had to rush to the Continental Hotel.
As a high-ranking figure in the police force, he was, of course, very familiar with the Continental Hotel.
In the past, he simply couldn't manage it.
New York City had been established for so many years, and many rules had long been in place.
George wasn't a fool.
On the contrary, the reason he could hold the position of New York City Police Commissioner was not only because he possessed a sense of justice and a firm hand, but also because he knew that the underground rules could only be handled by the underground.
Just like the saying goes: you need magic to defeat magic.
Someone like him, a man of the surface world, getting involved in the filth of the underworld, would only make things difficult and end up with a lot of trouble.
Of course, when an opportunity presents itself, you shouldn't refuse the merit.
"Batman..."
George thought about the reports his officers had given him, and he had a bit of a headache.
The security in New York City hadn't been very good lately, and the police department's complaints had piled up.
And now, Batman had shown up!
A movie character?! After this incident, George didn't think this person was just playing a role.
"Find out Batman's real identity."
He instructed the officers beside him, "Also, write a report and submit it to City Hall. We can't take all the credit for this."
"Understood, don't worry, Chief."
The subordinate patted his chest, "I'm the best at writing reports."
As he spoke.
A disheveled figure, with a grim old face, walked out of the Continental Hotel.
George saw this person and narrowed his eyes, putting on a fake smile as he went up to him, and comforted him, "Mr. Winston, such a serious gang shootout occurred at the Continental Hotel, and we also found a wanted killer by the police in the hotel. It's great to see you unharmed in such a dangerous place."
Winston's face darkened further upon hearing this.
Seeing his Continental Hotel surrounded by the police, his gaze swept over the prisoner transport vehicles outside the hotel, and a trace of heartache flickered in his eyes.
This was the fruit of his labor, built up over many years.
And now, it was mostly destroyed.
After today, the Continental Hotel would likely become a laughingstock.
Fortunately, the name of the Continental Hotel was preserved.
According to the agreement, the High Table would naturally go after that person, and his power wouldn't be stripped.
"Chief George, I need to speak with you."
Winston took a deep breath.
"I want to report a crime!"
He followed George outside the Continental Hotel and, in front of a group of reporters, spoke decisively, his tone passionate and high-pitched: "These people were sent by the Life Foundation. Those people from San Francisco want to destroy my hotel."
"What?"
George's eyes widened.
He never expected to hear those words from Winston's mouth.
Aren't they all your people?
The Life Foundation!
How could a group of people from San Francisco come to New York to cause trouble!
Did they really think the New York City Police Department was a pushover?
George wanted to curse, but he couldn't say some things in front of the reporters, and could only force a smile that was even uglier than a cry.
He spoke righteously, gritting his teeth: "I swear, I will definitely get justice for you."
"The Life Foundation and the Continental Hotel have no grievances, their purpose is to retaliate against the Daily Bugle."
Winston, in front of the camera, showed a well-known expression, and said in a deep voice: "As for the reason, everyone knows."
"But why did they make trouble at the Continental Hotel?" George asked.
"You should ask the Life Foundation that!"
Winston casually tossed the question back, also gritting his teeth, the hatred on his face was definitely not fake.
"On this issue, I don't need to lie. In short, the Life Foundation is the culprit!"
He stated it definitively, word by word.
George was stunned, realizing Winston wasn't lying; the man truly believed the Life Foundation was the culprit.
But this didn't align with the information he had!
It was clearly Batman who was after him, a figure who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. How did the Life Foundation get involved?
Shouldn't you be angry at Batman?
George was completely baffled.
Whoosh!
At that moment, a breeze swept through.
"Look!"
Someone glanced up, eyes filled with horror, pointing at the figure on the top floor of the Continental Hotel, and exclaimed, "What is that?"
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