Winston: I want to report a crime!

"Winston, this is our first meeting. As a sign of respect, do you want me to introduce myself?"

  Anton slowly walked towards Winston, revealing the lower half of his face with a half-smile.

  Winston never expected that Anton could actually crack the password and enter this safe house. He hurriedly put down his wine glass and pointed his gun at Anton.

  At this time, Anton's armor was not stained with blood, and it was still dark and dull.

  But he had killed his way here, and he didn't know how many people's bones he had broken, and how many people he had paralyzed. He was so murderous.

  Winston was under great pressure, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

  He knew that the gun in his hand was useless against the man in armor in front of him, but he was reluctant to put it down.

  "You are the first person to break into the Continental Hotel after so many years of establishment."

  He pretended to be calm and said seriously: "Batman, I don't care who you are. This is the Continental Hotel, which is under the jurisdiction of the High Table. If you kill me, you will not only offend all the killers in the underground of New York City, but also offend the High Table."

  "This is not an attitude of reconciliation."

  Anton looked at Winston with a calm tone, but it made the latter feel cold in his heart.

  Winston understood that this matter could not be resolved peacefully.

  In other words, both parties understood that even if Anton let Winston go now, Winston would complain to the High Table afterwards.

  "What are you going to do?"

  Winston's face was grim.

  "Revenge!"

  Anton was very calm: "You sent someone to kill me, and I retaliated. Isn't this reasonable?"

  "I sent someone to kill you?"

  Winston was stunned, and the whole person was dumbfounded.

  Suddenly he realized that this was the sin he had committed before, and it was a case of a shipwreck in the gutter.

  "What do you want to do to let me go."

  Winston calmed down.

  He saw that the man in front of him did not seem to want to kill him.

  "Life Foundation."

  Anton spoke clearly and uttered these words.

  Winston opened his eyes wide, remembering that he had given John Wick the last mission before his retirement not long ago.

  "You are..."

  He suddenly had an idea, his face full of disbelief.

  Under the other party's cold gaze, he didn't say the name.

  ...

  After a while.

  The clock ticked and it was midnight.

  Beep, beep!

  A lot of police cars crowded in front of the Continental Hotel.

  Not far away, there was a group of reporters holding cameras, who were eager to shoot the scene.

  These reporters looked excited.

  They are usually quick to get information. The Continental Hotel has a strong background and is a school of its own in the Manhattan area. No one dared to come here to shoot before.

  Although they knew that there were many dirty things here, most of them became reporters to make a living, not to lose their lives.

  Today is different.

  Someone specially invited them here, and there were police to clear the way.

  Did the Continental Hotel fall?

  Who did they offend?

  A group of people were extremely excited. This was a big news that shocked New York, and it was worth at least a thousand bonuses.

  So, in full view of the public, a group of policemen rushed into the Continental Hotel with guns.

  After a while, the police escorted dozens of bloody and seriously injured killers out of the hotel and threw them directly into the prison van.

  During the process, the reporter did not hear any gunshots.

  The whole area was dead silent.

  So, where did the injuries of these bloody killers come from?

  The reporters were thinking.

  However, after returning home, all the manuscripts said "New York police work together to capture gangsters" without exception.

  Little did they know that even the police were shocked when they walked into the Continental Hotel.

  There were killers and gang members lying on the ground everywhere.

  Judging from the equipment scattered around these people, if a fight really broke out, I am afraid that only the National Guard could be dispatched to easily eliminate them.

  If these were handed over to the police, the police would say they were powerless.

  They never thought that they were too long.

  "Where did this tough guy come from?"

  Previously, when patrolling in Manhattan, Anton happened to see Batman. He rushed to the police here without looking back. He vaguely sensed the clues and was secretly shocked.

  The matter was quite a big deal.

  The call from the top was directly made from New York City Hall to the police station.

  Police Commissioner George Stacy had already finished work, but now he had to rush to the Continental Hotel.

  As a senior police officer, he certainly knew the Continental Hotel very well.

  He didn't care about it before because he couldn't control it.

  New York City has been established for so many years, and many rules have already been formed.

  George is not a fool.

  On the contrary, he was able to sit in the position of the Commissioner of the New York Police Department because he was just and tough, but also because he knew that the rules of the underground can only be solved by the underground.

  As the saying goes: magic must be defeated by magic.

  For a person like him who is on the ground, if he insists on getting involved in the filth of the underground, he will only end up in trouble and get into trouble.

  Of course, when the opportunity comes, he should not miss the credit.

  "Batman..."

  George thought of the reports from his police officers and had a headache. During

  this period, the public security in New York City was not very good, and the police station had already received a mountain of complaints.

  Now there is another Batman!

  Movie character? !

  After this battle, George didn't think this person was playing role-playing.

  "Go find out the true identity of Batman."

  He ordered the police officers around him: "Also, write a report to the City Hall. We can't take all the credit this time."

  "Understood, don't worry, Chief."

  The subordinate patted his chest: "I am best at writing reports."

  As he spoke.

  A disheveled figure with a gloomy face walked out of the Continental Hotel.

  When George saw this person, he narrowed his eyes, smiled and greeted him, saying: "Mr. Winston, there was such a serious gang fight in the Continental Hotel, and we also found a killer wanted by the police in the hotel. It's great to see that you are okay in such a dangerous place." Hearing this

  , Winston's face became more gloomy.

  Seeing that his Continental Hotel had been surrounded by the police, his eyes swept across the prison van outside the hotel, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

  This was the hard work he had worked hard for many years.

  It collapsed in one day.

  After today, the Continental Hotel may become a laughing stock.

  Fortunately, the name of the Continental Hotel was preserved.

  According to the agreement, the High Table will naturally go to find that person, so as not to remove his power.

  "Chief George, I have something to tell you."

  Winston took a deep breath.

  "I want to report a crime!"

  He followed George to the outside of the Continental Hotel and spoke in a decisive and high-pitched tone in front of a group of reporters: "These people are sent by the Life Foundation. Those San Francisco people want to destroy my hotel."

  "What?"

  George opened his eyes wide.

  He never thought that he would hear this sentence from Winston's mouth.

  Aren't these fucking all your people?

  Life Foundation!

  How could a group of San Francisco people run to New York to cause trouble! Do

  you really think the New York Police Department is vegetarian?

  George wanted to curse, but in front of reporters, some words could not be said at all, and he could only squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying.

  He said righteously, gritting his teeth: "You say, I will definitely seek justice for you."

  "The Life Foundation and the Continental Hotel have no grudges. Their purpose is to retaliate against the Daily Bugle."

  Winston showed a well-known expression in front of the camera and said in a deep voice: "As for the reason, everyone knows it well."

  "But why did they cause trouble in the Continental Hotel?" George asked.

  "You should ask the Life Foundation about this!"

  Winston casually threw the question back, gritting his teeth, and the hatred on his face was by no means fake.

  "There is no need for me to lie on this issue. In short, the Life Foundation is the culprit!"

  He spoke word by word and made a conclusion on the matter.

  George was stunned. He saw that Winston was not lying. This guy really thought that the Life Foundation was the culprit.

  But this was inconsistent with the information he had obtained!

  It was obviously Batman who came out of nowhere, how did he get involved with the Life Foundation?

  Shouldn't you hate Batman?

  George was completely confused.

  Swish!

  At this time, a breeze blew.

  "Look!"

  Someone raised his eyes and glanced, his eyes full of horror. He pointed at the figure on the top floor of the Continental Hotel and exclaimed: "What is that?"

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