Convincing Carlos

"I mean, I need someone like you, Carlos. Someone who's willing to take risks, who won't back down, who will do what it takes to protect the people he loves. I need someone who can help me take down Sloan and put an end to his tyranny once and for all."

Carlos studied Jack's face carefully. He could see the determination and conviction in his eyes. He knew he could trust him.

"If all the things you said are true," Carlos said after a long time, his voice became a little hoarse, "What are you going to do to my son?"

"It's not what I want to do to your son, but what you want to do to your son."

Jack shook his head: "You have been negligently your responsibility as a father, Carlos. As a father, you never let your children see you, and..."

"Enough," Carlos interrupted, "I just don't want to involve him in this cruel world!"

"So, you would rather just watch him sinking into a mediocre life?"

Jack's words were sharp, hitting Carlos' inner weakness: "Having a terrible job, a rubbish boss, a cheating girlfriend, A trai9 'friend'... Such an environment that is slowly killing him."

Jack's words made Carlos completely unable to refute.

Carlos was taken aback by Jack's words. "But his mother begged me to let him lead a normal life," he said weakly. "That was her dying wish."

"Nobody can decide another person's life for them, Carlos," Jack said firmly. "Especially not a death wish. You need to give Wesley a chance to choose his own path."

Jack's words hit Carlos hard. He knew that Wesley had a talent that he couldn't ignore any longer. "But how do I do that?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"We will give him a chance," Jack replied. "We will put all his options in front of him and let him make his own choice. And who knows, maybe you'll even get to hear him call you 'daddy.'"

Carlos felt a surge of emotion as he imagined hearing Wesley call him "Father." He knew that he had to give his son a chance to shine.

Jack watched as Carlos left, feeling a little dismayed. He downed another glass of wine before heading back to his hotel room.

Now that Carlos had been successfully contacted, it was time to prepare for the next move. But he couldn't help but wonder what choice Carlos would make.

Jack had presented the most beneficial option, so if Carlos chose otherwise, he must have had a few screws loose.

"The next step is to go there..." Jack muttered to himself as he planned his next move.

The next day, Jack found himself at 175 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan Island, standing in front of the Continental Hotel.

It was a tall, triangular building that housed one of the most notorious killer organizations in the world. The Continental Hotel had 12 locations across the globe, and only killers were allowed to stay there.

To get the top-notch services offered by the hotel, they had to pay with a special currency - a gold coin.

But getting your hands on a gold coin was no easy feat. The currency was stained with the blood of countless killings, and each coin represented a life taken. It was said that some even held resentment of their victims.

As Jack walked into the Continental Hotel, he felt the eyes of the killers resting or carrying out formalities in the lobby fixed on him.

A black man wearing glasses at the front desk greeted him with a polite smile.

"Sir, would you like to stay in the hotel?" the man asked.

"If you accept US dollars," Jack replied, causing some of the killers to snicker.

He could hear them making comments like "Still a baby" and "Such a handsome face, but it's a pity you have to come here to die."

Ignoring the jabs, Jack watched the front desk attentively.

"Sir, if this is your first time in the Continental Hotel, I need to tell you some precautions," the front desk said.

"First, the hotel uses special gold coins as currency. Second, conflicts and bloodshed are not allowed in the hotel. And third, if you want to stay here, you need a new identity - that of a professional killer."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "And how do I get this identity?"

"If you are sure, I will apply for the status of a temporary killer for you," the front desk replied.

"You will receive five gold coins as a subsidy from the hotel to complete the assessment task."

Jack nodded. He had to attack from within if he wanted to disintegrate the enemy. And what better way to do that than to infiltrate the very organization they were after?

"Sounds a little small," he said.

"After you realize the value of a gold coin, I think maybe your thoughts will change a little, sir," the receptionist replied.

"Then, I'll just wait and see," Jack said.

"If you are sure that you need to register as a killer, I need your ID card to do some registration, sir," the receptionist said, taking out a tray and putting it in front of Jack, motioning him to put the ID card inside.

"Okay," Jack said, taking out the certificate from the satchel and placing it on the tray. "Is there anything else I need to do?"

"Please wait a moment, sir. You can rest and wait by the side. Our staff will help you check and register the information," the receptionist said.

The front desk pressed a button, and within five seconds, a man in a suit came over, took the tray in the front desk's hand, and walked towards a side door.

"You can rest on the side first..." The receptionist was talking, his eyes suddenly passing Jack and looking behind him, and he didn't say the rest of the words for a long time.

Jack was a little curious. His keen hearing allowed him to hear the door of the Continental Hotel being opened behind him, and then, a person stepped in.

Originally, Jack didn't care much about this, but now, the behavior of the front desk has successfully aroused his curiosity. Who is it that can make the front desk of the Continental Hotel, which has seen all kinds of killers and has undergone strict training, perform like this?

Jack waited quietly. It wasn't until the man came to a stop behind him that Jack turned slightly sideways and glanced at the person behind him.