Struggle in the world of American comics

In the previous year, Jordani's missions were all small roles. On the one hand, he was unarmed and made people feel guilty. On the other hand, his actions were like playing a single-player game, which was boring and tight.

So Jordani was very depressed for a while.

It wasn't until the Smiths, Cassian and others appeared that Jordani suddenly seemed to have found the joy of life.

For example, this time the CIA's secret force conducted a joint operation with more than forty people.

Its combat effectiveness is even enough to set off a coup in some relatively backward small countries.

A high-intensity battle ended with the arrival of CIA support troops and Jordani's easy retreat.

Between gunfire and iron blood, relying on powerful physical skills and shooting skills, the feeling of full firepower is quite wonderful.

The slight drawback is that the peak strength of ordinary people is still a bit lacking, and they cannot perfectly unleash the power of their skills.

After exiting the battlefield for a thousand meters, Jordani quickly entered a private house that he had scouted in advance.

This was the point Jordani had stepped into in advance. A set of Broadway family tickets and Hilton Family Suite trial coupons were enough to keep the family from going home all day.

The operation was smoother than he imagined. Jordani also didn't expect that CIA would attach so much importance to John Smith that they would even dispatch secret troops to clear up hidden dangers at the expense of cross-border law enforcement.

"Hey, is this the FBI?"

"This is 92nd Street uptown. There's a firefight. Come and clear the floor quickly!"

"What, who am I? What do I want to do?"

"Huh, why do I need to explain to others what I do?"

Snapped!

"Hey, is this the New York City Police Department? This is 92nd Street, the FBI and CIA are having a shootout..."

"No need to thank me, I am a red scarf..."

Snapped!

The CIA and the FBI are sworn enemies. The CIA has no law enforcement power within the United States, and the FBI can only investigate federal cases.

Plus a New York City Police Department NYPD.

Jordani hung up the phone with satisfaction. There were no criminals at the scene, only the wounded and corpses of CIA. If the three parties arrived at the same time, there should be a long dispute. Perfect.

While dealing with possible traces and evidence on his body in the room, Jordani changed his clothes and took a taxi to the Continental Hotel amidst the constant sound of police cars.

As for the Smiths, Jordani has done everything he can.

The emergence of the CIA secret force was just enough to get him out of this mission. As for whether Jenny could successfully join the Assassin Mutual Aid Association, it was none of his business.

It's just a bet, and it's not worth getting yourself into trouble with the Continental Hotel.

The Continental Hotel is not scary, what is scary is what it represents, which is the unspoken rules formulated by the twelve superpowers in the underground world.

This unspoken rule does not mean that it cannot be broken, but it is a question of whether it is worth it.

And even if you want to break through, you need to have enough strength to support it. At least until when you can fight against a superhero of the level of Captain America, you may have the capital to fight against the Continental Hotel. .

What's more, there seems to be nothing wrong with being linked to a mainland hotel.

In his wild thoughts, Jordani quickly returned to the Continental Hotel, got out of the car with his luggage, sorted out the expression on his face, and brewed a little murderous intent.

Only then did Jordani enter the lobby of the Continental Hotel angrily.

At the end of the lobby, Charon is always standing there meticulously, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, full of politeness and elegance.

"Charon, I want to see Winston. I must give an explanation for what happened tonight."

Full of murderous intent, Jordani opened his coat deliberately to show off. On the suit inside, there were seven or eight bullets embedded in it.

The special bullets were placed on the table, and Charon's face soon showed a solemn look.

This is a customized bullet from the CIA's secret force, and things have gone beyond Charon's ability to handle.

"Mr. Jovovich, please wait a moment, I will contact Mr. Winston for you right away."

Charon took Jordani to a resting place and quickly returned to the bar to make a phone call.

After a while, Charon put down the phone, came to Jordani's side, and said: "Mr. Jovovich, Mr. Winston is already waiting for you in the garden."

Farewell to Charon, Jordani soon arrived at the rooftop garden of the Continental Hotel.

Winston still looks like his old sleepy self, full of mystery and wisdom, as if a layer of mist is covering his body, making it difficult to see through.

First, he poured a glass of wine for the murderous Jordani, and then Winston said: "Joe, this happened too suddenly. Now the mission location has been completely blocked by the FBI. I need you to tell me what happened. What!"

Jordani's murderous intent remained unabated, he drank all the wine in one gulp, and said: "Someone is breaking the rules, taking action before the task is actually issued, and launching an attack on me."

"I killed more than a dozen people and then escaped. It was as simple as that, but I think the Continental Hotel should give me an explanation."

Winston frowned and looked at Jordani.

After a moment, Winston said with a frown on his face: "Qiao, no one will break the rules, and no one dares to break the rules."

"This matter is quite complicated. Those who take action are CIA."

The more he talked, the more pain in Winston's balls became, and the expression on his face was very helpless.

The underground world is, after all, an underground world. When the sun rises, all darkness will dissipate, and CIA is already a holy light-level existence.

Winston is actually in a dilemma. If he admits Jordani, the rules of the Continental Hotel are broken, he must take revenge and go back. The rules cannot be broken.

But a group of assassins from the underground world went to take revenge on the CIA. It was definitely the old man who had eaten arsenic and was impatient to live.

Are the killers drifting away? Or is it because CIA can't carry the knife anymore?

I really think the US government doesn't want to lose face.

But if Winston denies Jordani's words and reveals Cia's involvement, then there is a problem with the Continental Hotel's mission information.

Fortunately for other killers who received the mission, they could just modify the mission information before the mission time came.

But when Jordani visited the spot, he was already involved in the crossfire between CIA secret forces.

This is a big headache, because the party at fault is in the Continental Hotel, so on the one hand, Jordani needs to be given an explanation or compensation.

On the other hand, Winston must find a way not to let Jordani tell the Continental Hotel's mistakes.

After thinking for a moment, Winston said: "Qiao, I hope you can keep this matter in your stomach, the mission record will be erased, and the hotel will give you an explanation and a hush fee."

If it were an ordinary rookie killer, Winston might choose to kill and silence him.

But when Jordani was talking just now, Winston noticed a piece of information and exchanged fire with CIA secret forces. The other party actually killed more than a dozen people and escaped unharmed.

It's scary to think about it, can ordinary people do such a thing?

Jordani watched the expression on Winston's face change again and again, feeling secretly happy in his heart.

On the way back, Jordani had already thought about all aspects of the problem, even leaving himself a backup plan outside the hotel.

Now that things were going smoothly, Jordani suddenly smiled inwardly.

Fortunately, his acting skills were good, and Jordani did not reveal his inner joy. He said with a sullen face: "Winston, I respect you very much and can agree to your request. However, in terms of compensation and hush money, I have to have Certain options.”

Winston frowned and finally said: "Okay, I hope you can control it properly."