'boom!'

With the roar, Leica drove his new car and parked outside the main lobby of the Mainland Hotel.

The Mainland Hotel and his friends were all shocked!

There is only one thought in everyone's mind...

John Vick, who had just avenged his dog, hasn't killed enough, so he wants to come back and continue...

It was not until they saw clearly that it was Leica who walked out of the car that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Hey, that's what I want.

"Mr. Scott, is it necessary to buy this car to inherit the mantle of John Vic's Night Demon?"

Leica turned around and looked.

The person who spoke was the front desk manager of a mainland hotel.

Charon!

Smiley Africans, and they have some tricks.

He said he was the front desk manager, but in fact he did everything. The store manager Winston regarded him as his right and left hand and valued him very much.

Lyca shrugged: "I didn't think so much about inheriting my mantle or something. If someone else gave me this car, I'll just want it. It's that simple."

Charon smiled: "Who is so generous and so tasteful?"

"Sloan of Mutual Aid Society!"

Lycra is straightforward.

It is one thing to take gifts from competitors, but it is another thing to not report gifts from competitors.

Those who don’t know think you are foreign.

So take the initiative to speak out earlier so as not to be worn by jealous colleagues in the future.

Surprisingly, after hearing Leka's words, Charon immediately fell into deep thought.

"What's wrong? I'm not suitable to accept his gift?"

"Uh... it's really a bit inappropriate at this sensitive time..."

After thinking for a while, Charon suddenly said, "Lyca, I want to take you to meet the store manager."

Leica was slightly stunned: "Winston?"

"Yes, he was planning to find some time to meet you soon, it seems that it's going to be ahead of schedule."

Leica felt that things were a little complicated.

But it doesn't matter, there is nothing complicated that a gun cannot solve.

"No problem. He wants to see me at any time, and I will let him see you at any time."

"Then go now."

Charon was a little anxious. After handing over the car keys of Lycra to the parking lot, he led Lycra into the mainland hotel.

Then you walk through the lobby and walk into the store manager's private elevator.

The elevator is rising very slowly, which is the standard for powerful people.

Only when everything seems to have a sense of ritual.

"Can you tell me about the situation in advance so that I won't be distorted?" Leica asked.

Charon smiled meaningfully: "Sloan gave you a car, which means he found some secrets from our council."

"confidential?"

"It's better to wait for the store manager to tell you personally. Don't worry, overall, it's a good thing."

"That's fine."

After a brief silence, the elevator finally arrived.

The entire top floor is filled with Winston's office, with extremely luxurious decoration, showing the noble identity of the hotel manager in the mainland of New York.

Behind the huge bookshelf, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, as if he was choosing a book, and seemed to be thinking.

"Shop Manager."

A little while later, the store manager Winston turned around and showed a kind smile when he saw Lycra.

"Good evening, Mr. Scott, the Council thanks you for your hard work."

"I have been loyal and I will obey."

This is a standard opening honorific from the Council. Although Lycra is not catching a cold from the bottom of his heart, he still has to do something wrong when facing the store manager of a dignified hotel in New York.

He tried his best to keep his tone free from contempt, and he didn't know whether he succeeded or not.

Winston smiled and nodded, then turned to Charon: "Why bring Mr. Scott now?"

Charon walked to Winston and whispered a few words. Winston listened quietly, his dangerous expression unchanged.

"I got it, please let me talk to Mr. Scott alone."

Charon bowed slightly and left in the elevator.

"Mr. Scott, what to drink?"

“Borbon looks good.”

“A wise choice.”

While Winston poured wine, Lycra sat down on the sofa and leaned back comfortably.

"I should have said your deeds over the past six months and praised them a few more words."

Winston handed the wine glass to Lycra, "But the real strong man does not need to be praised, and his reputation will naturally spread throughout the earth."

Damn, it's so confusing, so literary, and it's all nonsense.

Lycra doesn't like it.

So I simply don't respond.

Winston continued: "So if you don't mind, allow me to go straight to the subject."

"It's so good, I don't like to drag it out." Leica raised her glass and drank it all in one go.

Damn, what a hell do you think?

It's better than the one in the downstairs bar.

"Mr. Scott, how much do you know about mutual aid?" Winston asked.

Lycra wasn't too surprised.

I came here tonight, wasn’t it because Sloan from the Mutual Aid Association gave him a car?

"Mutual Aid Association is another killer organization in New York. Its base camp is in the suburbs of the west city and has several awesome people under it."

"What else?"

"They have a loom that can slightly predict the future. This weaving opportunity continues to spit out a name, and is basically a scum that will cause great harm to society."

Leica gestured his hand as a pistol, "Then the people from the Mutual Aid will assassinate him."

As for Sloan, who had long concealed his subordinates and no longer set targets for assassination according to the loom list, Leka felt that he would not say anything about it.

Intuition told him that Winston knew.

"Well said, kill one person and save a thousand people, this is the motto of the Mutual Aid Association."

Winston poured Leka another cup, "I know, you and the Mutual Aid Association had some small holidays before."

"Yes, Sloan sent someone to kill my friend, but he failed, but he lost two generals instead."

The gunsmith fucked, and the Firefox was held in the wine cellar of his restaurant by Mr. Smith.

Considering some special reasons beyond this world, Lycra has let the Smiths and his wife handle the life and death of Firefox.

"By the way, the store manager, I have to thank you for persuading Sloan in court a few days ago, so that I can save me a lot of trouble."

"No, I have to thank you for giving me a chance to show off Sloan's."

Winston's smile showed a hint of sinisterness, "This way the next thing is easier to do."

"What happened next?"

"Yes, you also know that the Council has been incorporating other killer organizations over the years."

Lyca nodded: "I know, like the company that the Smiths previously affiliated was incorporated three years ago."

That was before he joined the Council.

Winston then asked, "Do you know the outcome of those killer organizations that don't accept our incorporation?"

Leica shrugged: "Those who follow me will prosper and rebellious will perish."

“That’s exactly that.”

Leica understood: "Mutual aid will be the next one, and the last target to be incorporated in New York?"

"Well... I can say that, I was going to tell you about this in a few days."

Leica was slightly stunned: "Why should I tell me?"

Winston stared at Lyca, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually expanded.
Chapter completed!