Infinite Journey to the World of American Comics

Casablanca, this is where John is going. In the end, the woman agreed. However, John's cross was taken back and a mark was left on him, but in any case, they had left New York and the United States.

When someone leaves, someone comes. Just as Richard and the others were leaving New York, a luxurious Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped at the entrance of the Continental Hotel in New York.

The doorman opened the car door gracefully, and a woman who was in line with the aesthetics of a fashion designer walked out proudly. Well, let me briefly describe her: thin, tall, round, with a cold expression, and acquaintance.

"Welcome to the Continental Hotel, how can I help you?" Charon, the black waiter, showed a professional smile to the woman in front of him, but the woman did not speak and just placed a black round sign on the counter.

After seeing the pattern on the round card clearly, Charon put away his smile, picked up the phone and called Winston, "Sir, there is an adjudicator here who wants to see you."

"The manager is waiting for you in the lounge." After hanging up the phone, Charon said to the woman expressionlessly.

The woman still didn't speak, glanced at Charon and walked back.

"I guess you are here to talk about John Wick and Richard." Winston met the woman in the private reception room. "If it is because of him killing Sandino, then it is very simple. I let They left, but they didn't listen to me, that's all."

The woman came to Winston and looked at him with a condescending air due to her height, "Mr. Wick and the others broke the rules."

"Yes. But I don't know anything about their location..."

"You are wrong." The woman interrupted Winston rudely before he could finish. "I'm not here for them. I'm here because Mr. Wick and the others broke the rules here and spilled blood. On the floor of the Continental Hotel, right?”

"Yes, in fact, the body is getting cold, right here in this hotel..."

"I want to see the body."

Although his words were interrupted many times, Winston still endured it and took the woman to the morgue in the basement. This is where the cleaners clean up the corpses, and Sandino's body is stored here.

Looking at the cold corpse, the woman's expression became even colder. She looked up at Winston and said coldly: "Sandino D'Antonio, a new member of the High Table, was killed while seeking asylum at the Continental Hotel. ..”

"I can't control their behavior." Winston's tone also became colder. He had never seen anything in so many years, how could he tolerate a little girl being surrounded by three people in front of him.

"But it's not because of you that they were able to walk out of the hotel alive."

"Yes."

"You and Mr. Wick have been friends for many years, right."

"Yes."

"You didn't stop them and kill them. You stood by and let them leave. It can even be said that you watched them kill Sandino D'Antonio..."

"I excommunicated them."

"After you gave them an hour to escape, at the door of your hotel, may I ask where your loyalty lies?"

"I have served the organization for over 40 years."

"Under the high table, serving the high table, everything belongs to the high table. I know you are loyal, but this cannot be ignored. I made it clear, I am here to judge you. Now I give You have a week to deal with your personal matters.”

"Sorry, what did you say?" Winston tilted his head slightly and put his ear close to the woman.

"Your successor will then be nominated, rules..."

"It's what distinguishes us from animals." Winston interrupted the woman to say the following sentence, and looked at the other party carefully.

"Yes. You have seven days. If you have any questions during the transition period, you can come to me in room 217."

“Please enjoy your stay at the Continental Hotel.”

The woman smiled slightly, turned and left. Not long after, Charon came out of the darkness and said, "Sir, what should we do?"

"Don't be anxious, don't we still have seven days?"

......

In the secret base of the Beggar Gang, Earl hurriedly walked in from the outside and came to Bowery, "There is an adjudicator who wants to see you."

"Huh, that kid was right. Let's go and see what they will do to me."

Soon, Bowery saw the tall woman at the place where the pigeons were kept.

"Welcome to my mission control center. There are no electronic traces and a communication transmission network that will not be intercepted. Do you need anything?"

"I want to see where that didn't happen."

“A place where nothing happens”

"You didn't kill John Wick and Richard."

"Why should I kill them? Everything I do is in compliance with the contract." Bowery was still arguing. If he had a choice, he did not want to go against the high table immediately.

"But you provided them with weapons, knowing they were using them against the High Table, right? Now, the High Table gives you seven days."

"What seven days?"

"Arrange your affairs and find a new home for these birds. In seven days, you will abdicate."

"Abdend, hahaha." Bowery smiled, and then glared at the woman, "Miss, you may not know much, no one can replace me, I am this organization, this organization belongs to me, and I alone."

"Huh, please don't make the mistake of thinking that you are outside the rules. No one can. Remember, you only have 7 days." After saying that, the woman left alone.

"Boss, what should we do? How about we move, just like Richard said."

"It's useless. If the transfer is still possible on the same day, we may be surrounded by church killers now." Bowery looked around, the gloomy weather was suffocating, "In seven days, we will wait Waiting for news from Richard and the others."

At this moment, Richard and the two, who were talked about by countless people, had arrived at the port of Dalbeida in Morocco, which was the former Casablanca.

After passing through the bustling streets, the two came to the old city. The streets here were narrow and deep, which reminded Richard of Assassin's Creed.

"Are all the killers here called Assassin?"

"Yes, the strongest among them is called Assassin."

"Wow, is there an old man from the mountains?"

"It is said that the chairman of the High Table in the Arab region is called the Old Man of the Mountain, but I don't know whether it is true or not."

"It makes sense, then we are here to find him."

"No, find me a friend."

"Who are these?" Richard and John stopped at an intersection. There were people approaching them from four directions. It didn't look like they were just passing by.

"Maybe, they don't know that I know that friend." After saying that, John and Richard stood back to back.