Sir, the number of casualties has been counted.
Karon handed the document to Winston in cold sweat and said: Apart from the adjudicator and the people he brought, a total of 196 killers were killed and no injured.
Where are our people?
Except for the seventy-four killers from all over the world, the rest are our people.
Caron said with an ugly face. The heavy losses in the hotel in New York, coupled with the previous loss of manpower, seriously shaking Winston's foundation.
Moreover, the adjudicator died in a hotel in New York, and Winston had a great chance of being removed from his position as manager by the angry high table.
By then, the new manager will come to power and the whole of New York will be reshuffled, which will be a long time of chaos.
I see.
Winston rubbed his temples, it was bad, but he had no choice.
Thinking of his old friend, John Wick, whom he had high hopes for, Winston wondered whether to call again, and not asking the other party to kill Russell, as long as he could help him consolidate his country.
Sir, death numbers...
explain!
Adding to the adjudicator and the people he brought, the death toll in the hotel was 237, which was exactly the same as the number of killers who died in the slums before.
Speaking of this, a trace of fear flashed across Karon's face: I'm not sure whether it was a coincidence or an accident. If it was intentional... Sir, he was counting the number of people to kill.
I see.
Winston smiled bitterly, and he had already regretted taking Stanfield's order.
But rules are rules. Mainland hotels have no reason to refuse an order. Moreover, when accepting orders, who would have expected this result.
Sir, I’ll ask, are there any replies on the high platform table?Karon tentatively spoke.
Are you curious?
Yes, after all, the adjudicator died in the hotel, and I am worried that you will be implicated sir.
I conveyed Officer Russell's words as it was. The twelve administrators were very dissatisfied with me, and then increased Officer Russell's reward amount again. The news will soon be sent to the global killer, a head worth 500 million.
Winston shook his head repeatedly, and said in fear: 500 million US dollars can make everyone crazy, but do they really have the life to make this money?
gentlemen……
No, there is only this reaction on the high platform table. I am curious about what will evolve into next.
Winston closed his eyes and tasted the wine, saying to himself: Is Officer Russell's bounty rising, until the high table meeting collapsed, or was a lucky man lucky enough to earn this sky-high bounty and then died of an accident.
Sir, this has nothing to do with us, isn't it?
That's true. If they like to laugh, they will laugh. I admit that I'm a coward.
……
Tuesday!
Karon rushed into the office with the documents and took the documents in front of Winston, and his black face smiled like a chrysanthemum: Sir, good news, the Los Angeles mainland hotel was blocked and everyone inside was dead.
Karon, pay attention to your tone, this is not good news.
Winston frowned and looked at his deputy dissatisfied: What does it mean to be dead? Is my old friend, hotel manager, Semason, also dead?
Yes, a total of 620 people were killed, including Manager Semason.Karon said happily.
Oh, Semason, you died miserably.
Winston smiled sadly, opened the document and asked while reading: Why are there so many 600 people? Are the room prices in Los Angeles hotels very cheap?
Caron explained: No, Officer Russell stayed in the Los Angeles hotel for three hours, waiting for the rabbit to kill all the killers who came to the door, but no one of the killers who entered the hotel was spared.
Died from greed, money made them forget how much they had.
Winston made a comment, and after a moment, he frowned and pointed at a black and white photo: What does this mean, provocative?
In the black and white photo, it is the desk of the Los Angeles mainland hotel manager Se Mason. There is a note on the table that says ‘Mexico’, which is a metaphor for the next death concentration.
Sir, I am not very clear about the specific situation, but when contacting the mainland hotel in Mexico City, there were thousands of killers gathered there, as well as local gangs and major families, led by a manager of the High Table Council, and the number is still increasing.
Karon was so excited that he was incoherent: This was an unprecedented big move in the underground world. I didn’t expect that I could actually see such a scene in my lifetime. It was so crazy!
It's Ah, just because one person... is indeed too crazy.
Wednesday!
Winston sat at the desk with a serious expression next to him, with a stunned Caron, the documents on the desk telling the disastrous defeat of Mexico City.
After rough statistics, more than 2,000 killers died, and the gathered local gangs and various sovereign families fled wildly, giving up their long-term management territory.
And the organizer, one of the administrators of the High Table Council, was uprooted and left no one.
If a manager dies, those guys will definitely go crazy.
Winston murmured to himself, and after a while he came to his senses: Caron, what's going on in the mainland hotel in Mexico City?
Can't contact.
……
Did Officer Russell leave anything?
Yes, the next stop in Brasilia!
Thursday!
Another document was placed on the desk, and after a few photos that looked like a battlefield, there were the broken Brasilian mainland hotel and the heavy casualties.
The dead corpses were all holes in their foreheads, and the injured were either thrown by themselves or hit by the loss of their companions.
... x2
Winston and Caron remained silent. Mexico City's latest death figures were counted. In just three days, more than 5,000 people had died.
These people are either killers or members of the gangsters and criminal family that form the high table meeting.
The twelve managers of the High Table Conference lost two again after the 'Battle of Brasilia', and are currently on September 12.
Name: Russell
Status: Global Open Contract
Amount: US$1 billion
Winston didn't even look at the reward. He was very sure that it was just a number, and there was no difference between 1 billion and 10 US dollars. Anyway, no one could make this money.
He touched the globe on his desk, connecting New York, Los Angeles, Mexico City, and Brasilia into a line, and judging Russell's next destination.
Either Africa or Europe, or Australia is also possible.
Sir, don’t you call to ask about the high table?
What does it have to do with me? I am just a hotel manager and I am not qualified to participate in major events... This is already a war.
Winston was very calm and said slowly: Compared to the helpless high table, I am more interested in Officer Russell's next destination. It doesn't matter how many people you want. If you conquer a city in a day, I suspect he is traveling.
Sir, is he really a human?Karon asked in a low voice.
Don't know, but Officer Russell said before that if he doesn't become a policeman, he can only be a devil.
Winston said this and got up and pulled out the Bible in the bookcase: To be honest, I suddenly became religious.
……
Friday!
black!
The Dalbeda Continental Hotel fell, and all three thousand gang members and killers gathered here died, including two high table meeting managers.
The remaining senior management number is 7/12!
On the same day, the elder of the Gaotai Table Conference who had authority higher than twelve managers and lived in the North African desert was killed, and the scene was in a mess.
The forces of Gaotai Table in North Africa collapsed across the board, and gangs rushed to flee. They would rather go to the police station to surrender, rather than obey orders and participate in the so-called counterattack plan.
This is not a counterattack, it is a queue to save your life!
Avalanche-like radiation extends from North Africa to the world, such as Cairo, Egypt, where mainland hotel managers ignore the orders of high tables and close their business that day. The killers avoid it, and the gods disappeared one by one.
Name: Russell
Status: Close
Amount: 0
Under pressure, the high table voluntarily gave up the global reward. The remaining seven managers were all in danger and hid in a safe house and dared not show up.
The easiest one is the manager of the Canadian province. Russell's action route is unblocked. In order, he is the last stop. It is his turn after the manager of the Neon Soprano family died.
Sir, I have contacted Officer Russell, but he doesn't answer the phone, and I have no choice.Winston kept explaining with his cell phone.
Just today, seven high-desk managers communicated with him continuously, almost blew his phone.
Because Winston was the only hotel manager who did not die when he met Russell, and Russell was a local policeman in New York and was mailing messages through Winston, the managers felt that he could contact Russell and stop the crazy killing.
Gaotai Table is willing to apologize for its previous behavior, and as long as Russell is willing to stop, they can accept any request.
To put it bluntly, they were afraid of being killed and were willing to surrender unconditionally.
Winston was honored that the more authoritative managers chased him and begged his grandfather to sue him, which made him feel very happy.
But Russell didn't answer the phone, and he had no choice but to give the phone number, not only him, but other managers could not contact him.
This only means that Russell is unwilling to stop, and this matter is not over!
……
Saturday!
The closed-off Cairo Mainland hotel was broken. Because the building was empty, no one died, and only the general manager's office was smashed.
……
Sunday!
Rome, Dantonio's criminal family.
Two direct family members, Gianna Dantonio and Mike de Dantonio, are hiding in an ancient castle, which is the property of their family. They robbed it fifty years ago... No, they were bought through legal procedures.
Sister Gianna inherited her father's will and was the family's ruler and one of the remaining seven high-desk managers.
She is very panicked now. She is only in her early forties and is in her prime. She doesn't want to become a cold corpse.
My dear sister, as far as the current situation is concerned, we should be separated.In this way, no matter which of us dies, someone will still inherit the family's industry and carry it forward.
My younger brother Mike De was very indignant and felt that his sister wanted to bring him to die together, because the experience of the Cairo Continental Hotel said it all.
Russell is a lazy person and will not come to kill one by one, so there are more people and more people die. There is nothing wrong with few people.
No, I am protecting you.
Jaina was talking when a servant hurried into her ear and whispered in her ear.
Very good!
Jaina stood up happily when she heard this, swayed her figure and walked out quickly, saying to Mike Death: I invited Bishop St. Louis, who will help us overcome the difficulties and destroy the devil!
bishop!Are you serious?
Mikede was speechless. The clergy had no use. If there was a god, he would have gone to hell.
Karon handed the document to Winston in cold sweat and said: Apart from the adjudicator and the people he brought, a total of 196 killers were killed and no injured.
Where are our people?
Except for the seventy-four killers from all over the world, the rest are our people.
Caron said with an ugly face. The heavy losses in the hotel in New York, coupled with the previous loss of manpower, seriously shaking Winston's foundation.
Moreover, the adjudicator died in a hotel in New York, and Winston had a great chance of being removed from his position as manager by the angry high table.
By then, the new manager will come to power and the whole of New York will be reshuffled, which will be a long time of chaos.
I see.
Winston rubbed his temples, it was bad, but he had no choice.
Thinking of his old friend, John Wick, whom he had high hopes for, Winston wondered whether to call again, and not asking the other party to kill Russell, as long as he could help him consolidate his country.
Sir, death numbers...
explain!
Adding to the adjudicator and the people he brought, the death toll in the hotel was 237, which was exactly the same as the number of killers who died in the slums before.
Speaking of this, a trace of fear flashed across Karon's face: I'm not sure whether it was a coincidence or an accident. If it was intentional... Sir, he was counting the number of people to kill.
I see.
Winston smiled bitterly, and he had already regretted taking Stanfield's order.
But rules are rules. Mainland hotels have no reason to refuse an order. Moreover, when accepting orders, who would have expected this result.
Sir, I’ll ask, are there any replies on the high platform table?Karon tentatively spoke.
Are you curious?
Yes, after all, the adjudicator died in the hotel, and I am worried that you will be implicated sir.
I conveyed Officer Russell's words as it was. The twelve administrators were very dissatisfied with me, and then increased Officer Russell's reward amount again. The news will soon be sent to the global killer, a head worth 500 million.
Winston shook his head repeatedly, and said in fear: 500 million US dollars can make everyone crazy, but do they really have the life to make this money?
gentlemen……
No, there is only this reaction on the high platform table. I am curious about what will evolve into next.
Winston closed his eyes and tasted the wine, saying to himself: Is Officer Russell's bounty rising, until the high table meeting collapsed, or was a lucky man lucky enough to earn this sky-high bounty and then died of an accident.
Sir, this has nothing to do with us, isn't it?
That's true. If they like to laugh, they will laugh. I admit that I'm a coward.
……
Tuesday!
Karon rushed into the office with the documents and took the documents in front of Winston, and his black face smiled like a chrysanthemum: Sir, good news, the Los Angeles mainland hotel was blocked and everyone inside was dead.
Karon, pay attention to your tone, this is not good news.
Winston frowned and looked at his deputy dissatisfied: What does it mean to be dead? Is my old friend, hotel manager, Semason, also dead?
Yes, a total of 620 people were killed, including Manager Semason.Karon said happily.
Oh, Semason, you died miserably.
Winston smiled sadly, opened the document and asked while reading: Why are there so many 600 people? Are the room prices in Los Angeles hotels very cheap?
Caron explained: No, Officer Russell stayed in the Los Angeles hotel for three hours, waiting for the rabbit to kill all the killers who came to the door, but no one of the killers who entered the hotel was spared.
Died from greed, money made them forget how much they had.
Winston made a comment, and after a moment, he frowned and pointed at a black and white photo: What does this mean, provocative?
In the black and white photo, it is the desk of the Los Angeles mainland hotel manager Se Mason. There is a note on the table that says ‘Mexico’, which is a metaphor for the next death concentration.
Sir, I am not very clear about the specific situation, but when contacting the mainland hotel in Mexico City, there were thousands of killers gathered there, as well as local gangs and major families, led by a manager of the High Table Council, and the number is still increasing.
Karon was so excited that he was incoherent: This was an unprecedented big move in the underground world. I didn’t expect that I could actually see such a scene in my lifetime. It was so crazy!
It's Ah, just because one person... is indeed too crazy.
Wednesday!
Winston sat at the desk with a serious expression next to him, with a stunned Caron, the documents on the desk telling the disastrous defeat of Mexico City.
After rough statistics, more than 2,000 killers died, and the gathered local gangs and various sovereign families fled wildly, giving up their long-term management territory.
And the organizer, one of the administrators of the High Table Council, was uprooted and left no one.
If a manager dies, those guys will definitely go crazy.
Winston murmured to himself, and after a while he came to his senses: Caron, what's going on in the mainland hotel in Mexico City?
Can't contact.
……
Did Officer Russell leave anything?
Yes, the next stop in Brasilia!
Thursday!
Another document was placed on the desk, and after a few photos that looked like a battlefield, there were the broken Brasilian mainland hotel and the heavy casualties.
The dead corpses were all holes in their foreheads, and the injured were either thrown by themselves or hit by the loss of their companions.
... x2
Winston and Caron remained silent. Mexico City's latest death figures were counted. In just three days, more than 5,000 people had died.
These people are either killers or members of the gangsters and criminal family that form the high table meeting.
The twelve managers of the High Table Conference lost two again after the 'Battle of Brasilia', and are currently on September 12.
Name: Russell
Status: Global Open Contract
Amount: US$1 billion
Winston didn't even look at the reward. He was very sure that it was just a number, and there was no difference between 1 billion and 10 US dollars. Anyway, no one could make this money.
He touched the globe on his desk, connecting New York, Los Angeles, Mexico City, and Brasilia into a line, and judging Russell's next destination.
Either Africa or Europe, or Australia is also possible.
Sir, don’t you call to ask about the high table?
What does it have to do with me? I am just a hotel manager and I am not qualified to participate in major events... This is already a war.
Winston was very calm and said slowly: Compared to the helpless high table, I am more interested in Officer Russell's next destination. It doesn't matter how many people you want. If you conquer a city in a day, I suspect he is traveling.
Sir, is he really a human?Karon asked in a low voice.
Don't know, but Officer Russell said before that if he doesn't become a policeman, he can only be a devil.
Winston said this and got up and pulled out the Bible in the bookcase: To be honest, I suddenly became religious.
……
Friday!
black!
The Dalbeda Continental Hotel fell, and all three thousand gang members and killers gathered here died, including two high table meeting managers.
The remaining senior management number is 7/12!
On the same day, the elder of the Gaotai Table Conference who had authority higher than twelve managers and lived in the North African desert was killed, and the scene was in a mess.
The forces of Gaotai Table in North Africa collapsed across the board, and gangs rushed to flee. They would rather go to the police station to surrender, rather than obey orders and participate in the so-called counterattack plan.
This is not a counterattack, it is a queue to save your life!
Avalanche-like radiation extends from North Africa to the world, such as Cairo, Egypt, where mainland hotel managers ignore the orders of high tables and close their business that day. The killers avoid it, and the gods disappeared one by one.
Name: Russell
Status: Close
Amount: 0
Under pressure, the high table voluntarily gave up the global reward. The remaining seven managers were all in danger and hid in a safe house and dared not show up.
The easiest one is the manager of the Canadian province. Russell's action route is unblocked. In order, he is the last stop. It is his turn after the manager of the Neon Soprano family died.
Sir, I have contacted Officer Russell, but he doesn't answer the phone, and I have no choice.Winston kept explaining with his cell phone.
Just today, seven high-desk managers communicated with him continuously, almost blew his phone.
Because Winston was the only hotel manager who did not die when he met Russell, and Russell was a local policeman in New York and was mailing messages through Winston, the managers felt that he could contact Russell and stop the crazy killing.
Gaotai Table is willing to apologize for its previous behavior, and as long as Russell is willing to stop, they can accept any request.
To put it bluntly, they were afraid of being killed and were willing to surrender unconditionally.
Winston was honored that the more authoritative managers chased him and begged his grandfather to sue him, which made him feel very happy.
But Russell didn't answer the phone, and he had no choice but to give the phone number, not only him, but other managers could not contact him.
This only means that Russell is unwilling to stop, and this matter is not over!
……
Saturday!
The closed-off Cairo Mainland hotel was broken. Because the building was empty, no one died, and only the general manager's office was smashed.
……
Sunday!
Rome, Dantonio's criminal family.
Two direct family members, Gianna Dantonio and Mike de Dantonio, are hiding in an ancient castle, which is the property of their family. They robbed it fifty years ago... No, they were bought through legal procedures.
Sister Gianna inherited her father's will and was the family's ruler and one of the remaining seven high-desk managers.
She is very panicked now. She is only in her early forties and is in her prime. She doesn't want to become a cold corpse.
My dear sister, as far as the current situation is concerned, we should be separated.In this way, no matter which of us dies, someone will still inherit the family's industry and carry it forward.
My younger brother Mike De was very indignant and felt that his sister wanted to bring him to die together, because the experience of the Cairo Continental Hotel said it all.
Russell is a lazy person and will not come to kill one by one, so there are more people and more people die. There is nothing wrong with few people.
No, I am protecting you.
Jaina was talking when a servant hurried into her ear and whispered in her ear.
Very good!
Jaina stood up happily when she heard this, swayed her figure and walked out quickly, saying to Mike Death: I invited Bishop St. Louis, who will help us overcome the difficulties and destroy the devil!
bishop!Are you serious?
Mikede was speechless. The clergy had no use. If there was a god, he would have gone to hell.
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