Happy, can you go any faster?" Pepper anxiously patted the leather seat in front of her, so hard that after the seatback collapsed, it took a long time to spring back up.
"I'm driving, look, the needle is almost at 120, and you have to remember this is an interstate highway, there are a lot of cars!" Happy complained as he maneuvered the Maybach sedan through the dense traffic.
He had been busy packing his luggage, preparing to move, when Pepper's call suddenly came, saying she absolutely had to see Stark.
Happy knew Stark had gone to Washington, so he said it would be better to wait until Mr. Stark returned.
"This is a matter of Tony's life!"
So, the two of them drove non-stop to Washington, but during the more than three hundred kilometers of road, Pepper seemed a little restless, constantly looking back.
"What are you looking at? Is someone chasing us?" Happy still didn't know what had happened.
Seeing Pepper constantly looking back, he also glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time.
Hmm, nothing but cars.
"Don't worry about so much for now, keep accelerating, hurry up! This damn Stark, why won't you answer the phone!" Pepper was almost frantic.
Heaven knew if Obadiah had discovered what she had done; that string of evidence was enough to put Obadiah in prison for five hundred years.
If she were Obadiah, she would definitely eliminate her at all costs.
Pepper had actually guessed correctly.
Obadiah had discovered his secret was leaked right after she left, but because there were many people in the building, Obadiah didn't make a move, intending to wait until Pepper went home.
However, he didn't expect this woman to run off to find Stark as soon as she left the building, which caught Obadiah off guard.
But Obadiah was also someone who had seen his fair share of storms.
He gave up on sending his subordinates and decided to pay for a hit.
He returned to his house, took out a dusty box from the basement, and then pulled out a very old phone from inside.
This phone was specially made and could only dial one number.
"Hello, the Continental Hotel at your service!" After dialing the number, a very seductive female voice came from the other end.
"I'm offering two million for Pepper Potts, Tony Stark's secretary!"
"Please confirm, two million, for Pepper Potts?" The female voice said, unsure.
"I confirm, the sooner the better, preferably tonight! If possible, Tony Stark too, kill them both, I can add more money!"
"I'm sorry, sir, Mr. Tony Stark requires at least ten million to start!"
"Then just get rid of Pepper Potts first! I've already transferred the money to you!"
"Of course, sir, have a pleasant day!"
The Continental Hotel, on the surface, looked like a very ordinary old-fashioned hotel, with first-class facilities and attentive service.
Guests who stayed here all said it was excellent and they would definitely come again next time.
However, in a world inaccessible to ordinary people, the Continental Hotel was also famous; it was a gathering place for assassins.
Actually, the Continental Hotel was a collective term; there were a total of 12 Continental Hotels worldwide.
These hotels were responsible for providing business to local assassins, and they drew commissions from it, while also being responsible for coordinating local assassin operations.
All these Continental Hotels had a common superior, whom they called the High Table.
The High Table had 12 members, corresponding to the 12 hotels.
The specific identities of these members were hidden behind masks and voice changers, but the only thing that could be confirmed was that these members were all extremely wealthy and powerful individuals.
The origin of the High Table was also very ancient, with their presence appearing in many important historical events.
Obadiah's request quickly entered the vast database of the Continental Hotel through the operator.
The female technician operating the bulky computer had a body full of gang tattoos and a Camel cigarette dangling from her mouth.
Although her voice was no longer as vibrant as before due to her age, her eyes were still sharp.
After seeing the bounty information suddenly refresh on the computer, the female technician paused for a few seconds, then spat out her cigarette and called over the supervisor standing nearby.
"Is this news real?"
"Let me see!" The middle-aged bald man on roller skates glided to her side and looked at the computer screen.
If Fisher were here, he would definitely add that the Giant God's computer had long reached the standards of the year 2020 in another world, and they were still using bulky computers here, which was too low-tech.
"Since it's a client's request, it should be fine, send it out!" The supervisor pondered for a moment, then said.
"Okay!" The female technician nodded, then loudly shouted towards the space on the right side of the room, separated by an iron fence: "Pepper Potts, Executive Secretary of Stark Industries, two million dollars, effective immediately!"
On the other side, a busy gang girl immediately glided on her roller skates and wrote down the data with chalk on the blackboard on the wall.
Subsequently, this data was transmitted to another computer and finally sent to the mobile phones of various assassins located in New York.
At the same time, in New York, many people's phones vibrated simultaneously.
These men, women, young and old, all pulled out their phones to check the newly received message, including John Wick, whom Fisher had met.
"Pepper Potts, current location Washington, two million?" John Wick was very tempted by the price, but he had also heard of Stark Industries' formidable reputation, so he didn't plan to act immediately.
Instead, he decided to observe for a while, because as far as he knew, the bigwigs at Stark Industries were not easy to deal with.
The U.S. government was very concerned about the safety of wealthy individuals, not to mention that Pepper Potts was Stark's personal secretary.
Everyone understood about rich people's secretaries: when there was work, the secretary did it; when there was no work, they... did the secretary.
But not all assassins analyzed calmly like John Wick.
Many people's eyes widened when they saw the two million dollars, not to mention that completing the mission would also earn them internal Continental Hotel gold coins.
These gold coins, bearing blood fingerprints, not only allowed them to enjoy certain benefits at the Continental Hotel but were also important trading currency.
Assassins could circulate these to request help from others, and of course, they could be exchanged for U.S. dollars, but no assassin would be foolish enough to do so.
Therefore, after obtaining Pepper's specific location, countless assassins, like sharks smelling blood, swarmed into action, rushing to Washington by various means of transportation.
At this moment, Pepper Potts finally got through to Stark on the phone.
"Pepper, what happened?" Stark, having left the shielded area, also realized the seriousness of the situation.