New York, Continental Hotel
Winston sat in his office, the originally elegant and gentle smile long disappeared from his face.
He really hadn’t expected that the Continental Hotel, ranked as the number one superpower in the underground Assassin Realm, would one day be forced to tuck its tail between its legs.
But thinking about Frank Castle, slaughtering his way through a mid-sized gang all by himself, and all in one night.
Winston felt a shiver in his heart.
This also reminded him of another person, the King of Assassins, John Wick; they’re both of this inhuman kind.
Unfortunately, John retired and is now living with his newlywed wife.
However, the latest news he received indicated that John’s wife seems to be suffering from a terminal illness, with her days numbered.
Perhaps, he could use so connections to help John save his wife and thereby directly recruit this King of Assassins for his own use?
Sitting in the position of manager at the New York Continental Hotel, many things were beyond his control, and soone above was suppressing him.
This incident, there’s rumor from High Platform Table to reorganize the New York Continental Hotel.
This reorganization is obviously targeting him, isn’t it?
Thinking of these things, Winston’s expression beca even more sullen.
Only when he saw another piece of intelligence information on the table did his eyes show a hint of solemnity.
"Mo Qingchen, Chinese, orphaned, inherited a large fortune...
Everything seems normal, but being able to beco Frank’s BOSS and command several special departnts of Arica.
It’s clear this Chinese has a significant problem, and his identity is extrely complicated.
Perhaps this is my opportunity."
An opportunity to break away from High Platform Table and carve out the New York Continental Hotel!
An opportunity to beco the real controller!
No one would want to be controlled by soone else; no one wants to have their efforts dashed by a single word from soone else.
Winston had long been discontent with High Platform Table, and now a person appeared who could shock the Italian Mafia; it’s conceivable how massive the forces behind this Chinese are.
Moreover, the other party is a hidden backstage BOSS, he could totally beco a visible front desk manager.
Managing the Continental Hotel for so many years, Winston was fairly confident about his ability.
Complacency might get him kicked out of the managent of the New York Continental Hotel.
As such, Winston imdiately made up his mind!
...
Military.
"Get Frank re-enlisted in the military! Only soone like him can help capture Hulk!"
General Ross looked at a certain video showing Frank’s battle.
A one-man gang takedown, the utilization of various firepower weapons gave him hope of capturing Hulk.
"General, Frank is a secret agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and they refuse to cooperate with us..."
The intelligence officer said softly.
"Damned S.H.I.E.L.D., damned Nick Fury, it’s them helping Hulk evade pursuit, and refuse to provide location information, one day I’ll blow up the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters!"
Thinking of Hulk’s escape, with S.H.I.E.L.D. helping cover his tracks, General Ross ground his teeth, wishing to charge into their headquarters and kill all these damn agents.
...
"Wow, Frank Castle is truly badass, didn’t expect the special ops warrior from the battlefield back then to be so powerful even after retirent."
In the Director’s office of Celestial Sword Bureau, seven or eight guys were watching the combat video on the screen.
"I’m not letting you see his combat stance but his elentary school backpack!"
The Director of Celestial Sword Bureau glared at a certain guy and then pressed pause.
Pulled out a small whip and pointed at the frozen fra of the screen.
The fra showed Frank pulling an RPG from behind.
"Space equipnt, and the volu is very large, otherwise, it wouldn’t be able to store so many arms."
A researcher in a white coat, with grey hair, said.
"A war expert coupled with a portable arsenal, a one-man army, if we too could obtain such technology, Great Xia would be unquestionably invincible."
"We’re claid to be the strongest army on Earth, having this would suffice to conquer the world."
"We must research this technology!"
For a mont, the office beca quite chaotic.
"Space technology has existed since ancient tis, but now as Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi dwindles, it can’t produce Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to make such things."
Everyone present were well-known high-ranking officials of the Celestial Sword Bureau, naturally aware of many unknown intelligence reports.
"Stop with the nonsense! The Space Ring researched by the middle school is one the researchers have been working on for decades, and haven’t produced a thing."
"Enough! The relevant technology has actually been developed, but the materials are very scarce, without finding substitutes, it’s temporarily shelved."
"Director, can we secretly obtain the black tech data of this Space Backpack?"
...
While a group was discussing, the projection screen suddenly changed.
The huge screen directly split into two, turning into two displays.
The fixed fra of Frank was still there, but on the other side appeared a face.
"Hello leaders of Celestial Sword Bureau, let introduce myself, I’m Mo Qingchen, the boss of Frank Castle.
The Space Backpack Frank uses is our developed technological product.
I wonder if the Celestial Sword Bureau or those above are interested in this technological information?"
Mo Qingchen appeared directly on the screen, saying with a smile.
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