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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0070_part_04
Chapter 97
chapter 0070 part 4
Tang Song remained silent, watching Old Gambino's performance. Just as his hand was about to touch the alarm bell, an arm-thick black mist chain bound him, hoisting him up,
The Five Yin Black Fiend contracted, directly pulling Old Gambino whole into the Five Yin Pouch.
...
Under the night sky, the Bulgari Hotel was like a giant beast crouching on the streets of Rome. Famous assassins walked in one by one, like pebbles dropped into a bottomless abyss, without causing a single ripple.
As one after another of their colleagues entered the hotel and disappeared right before their eyes,
The remaining assassins became increasingly cautious. It took a full hour before a middle-aged white man who looked like a dwarf walked into the hotel.
"He's Myron Walker, a legendary assassin in Rome, a mutant. He can turn his body into a two-meter-diameter meatball. It's a disgusting ability. Ordinary rifle bullets can't penetrate his skin!"
Not far from the Bulgari Hotel, parked on the street was a black Dodge. John Wick held a silver flat flask, rolled down half the car window, and while watching the hotel's movements, explained the assassin's information to the snake woman beside him.
"Do you think he can succeed?"
Bina lay on John Wick, poking her head out to look at the Bulgari Hotel not far away.
John Wick felt the soft touch on his body, and the hand holding the flask trembled.
The snake woman felt John Wick's physiological change, extended her forked tongue, licked her upper lip, and let out a soft giggle.
"Probably not. *Country Tang is very mysterious in New York. It's said that even Kingpin suffered losses at his hands several times!"
On the other side, after Myron Walker entered the Bulgari Hotel, he didn't go upstairs immediately. He stopped after going up to the second floor via the stairs passage.
He took out his handgun and pulled the trigger at the top of the stairs.
Intense gunfire spread outside the hotel, quickly attracting a group of colleagues who wanted to fish in troubled waters.
A grappling hook shot from a room in the skyscraper opposite into the Rooftop of the Bulgari Hotel. A figure hooked onto the zip line in the night and was about to slide down.
"Puff puff!"
This assassin, who wanted to fish in troubled waters, successfully slid to the opposite rooftop after two silenced pistol shots, hanging on the rooftop like a dripping flag. Blood flowed down the outer wall of the Bulgari Hotel.
"The gunfire is coming from the skyscraper opposite!"
John Wick was indeed a legendary assassin. The almost inaudible gunfire was heard clearly in his ears.
He looked thoughtfully at the skyscraper opposite the Bulgari Hotel.
"Da da da da da..."
A Hummer had stopped in front of the Bulgari Hotel at some point. A shirtless, bearded strong man lifted a modified heavy machine gun from the Hummer, mounted it on the Hummer, aimed at the target room, and pulled the trigger.
The dense bullets from the heavy machine gun instantly riddled the outer wall of the Bulgari Hotel like a honeycomb.
Generally speaking, although the Continental Hotel was a semi-public assassin guild, it also maintained a certain understanding with the government.
There were rules that some assassins in the Continental Hotel had to follow, such as not using high-ordnance bombs in crowded areas, not causing too many civilian casualties,...
There were many unwritten rules, part of the understanding between the Continental Hotel and the government.
Once one side broke this understanding, then sorry, governments of various countries would definitely put great effort into rectifying this festering sore that was the Continental Hotel.
Many things that happened in the dark could not be brought into the light. Once exposed, even the High Table behind the Continental Hotel couldn't withstand it.
Ordinary assassins were accustomed to using silenced pistols and sniper rifles, at most rifles.
Few people used heavy machine guns during "assassination".
At least John Wick had rarely seen it.
However, a heavy machine gun barely fell within the edge of the rules and couldn't be considered a violation.
The spray fire from the heavy machine gun instantly shattered the outer wall and windows of the target room.
Just as the assassins who were waiting for an opportunity thought they saw a chance.
"Puff!"
A sniper rifle bullet directly penetrated the shirtless strong man's head.
The sound of the heavy machine gun, "Da da da da da," came to an abrupt halt.
This gunfire not only confirmed to John Wick that the target had arranged a sniper in the skyscraper opposite, but many assassins also realized this.
Many assassins lurking near the Bulgari Hotel quickly concealed themselves, looking for blind spots from the skyscraper.
Inside the Bulgari Hotel, Myron Walker took advantage of the heavy machine gun's spray fire to nimbly dart up the stairs from the first floor. When he approached the target floor,
Myron Walker took a deep breath, and his entire body instantly swelled up, as if enveloped in a large meatball, resembling a bloated pufferfish even more.
With a forceful roll, Myron Walker, this seemingly solid meatball, directly knocked the stairwell door flying. He himself crashed directly into the corridor.
"Puff puff puff..."
"Puff puff puff..."
The German men who had reacted quickly aimed at Myron Walker and pulled the triggers.
Myron Walker rolled his meatball body, which nearly filled the corridor, ignoring the shots from these strong men and rolling towards the Presidential Suite.
"Puff puff puff..."
With such a large target, the dense bullets didn't need careful aiming; they all concentrated firepower on Myron Walker.
However, the meatball covering Myron Walker's body was like a bulletproof vest made of fat. Bullets embedded in his surface were instantly bounced out.
"Switch to rifles!"
Lane emptied the bullets in his handgun in one breath, casually threw the handgun aside, picked up a fully automatic assault rifle, and emptied a magazine of firepower at the meatball in front of him.
"Da da da..."
Several German men also discarded their handguns, pulled out rifles from behind, and sprayed fire at Myron Walker.
The meatball on Myron Walker's body instantly burst open with splashes of blood.
However, although rifle bullets could break through his surface, they didn't seem to cause him fatal damage.
In pain, Myron Walker's meatball rolled even faster. The rapidly rolling large meatball was like a meat tank, directly crashing towards Lane.
Lane pulled out a shotgun, aimed at Myron Walker's eyes, and instead of retreating, advanced, pulling the trigger, ready to meet him head-on.
A black shadow suddenly flew off his shoulder, circled once, and landed on the rolling meatball's neck.
Let's call it a neck for now. Amidst the rustling sound of scales rubbing, the Little Black Snake revealed two hollow, sharp fangs and bit down on the fair, greasy neck below.
"Sizzle sizzle!"
A sound like butter melting in a hot pan was heard. With a piercing scream, the fat under Myron Walker's skin seemed to dissolve.
The Little Black Snake's intense toxin instantly corroded his entire body's flesh and blood at an extremely fast speed upon contact with his skin~~~
(End of this chapter)
Tang Song remained silent, watching Old Gambino's performance. Just as his hand was about to touch the alarm bell, an arm-thick black mist chain bound him, hoisting him up,
The Five Yin Black Fiend contracted, directly pulling Old Gambino whole into the Five Yin Pouch.
...
Under the night sky, the Bulgari Hotel was like a giant beast crouching on the streets of Rome. Famous assassins walked in one by one, like pebbles dropped into a bottomless abyss, without causing a single ripple.
As one after another of their colleagues entered the hotel and disappeared right before their eyes,
The remaining assassins became increasingly cautious. It took a full hour before a middle-aged white man who looked like a dwarf walked into the hotel.
"He's Myron Walker, a legendary assassin in Rome, a mutant. He can turn his body into a two-meter-diameter meatball. It's a disgusting ability. Ordinary rifle bullets can't penetrate his skin!"
Not far from the Bulgari Hotel, parked on the street was a black Dodge. John Wick held a silver flat flask, rolled down half the car window, and while watching the hotel's movements, explained the assassin's information to the snake woman beside him.
"Do you think he can succeed?"
Bina lay on John Wick, poking her head out to look at the Bulgari Hotel not far away.
John Wick felt the soft touch on his body, and the hand holding the flask trembled.
The snake woman felt John Wick's physiological change, extended her forked tongue, licked her upper lip, and let out a soft giggle.
"Probably not. *Country Tang is very mysterious in New York. It's said that even Kingpin suffered losses at his hands several times!"
On the other side, after Myron Walker entered the Bulgari Hotel, he didn't go upstairs immediately. He stopped after going up to the second floor via the stairs passage.
He took out his handgun and pulled the trigger at the top of the stairs.
Intense gunfire spread outside the hotel, quickly attracting a group of colleagues who wanted to fish in troubled waters.
A grappling hook shot from a room in the skyscraper opposite into the Rooftop of the Bulgari Hotel. A figure hooked onto the zip line in the night and was about to slide down.
"Puff puff!"
This assassin, who wanted to fish in troubled waters, successfully slid to the opposite rooftop after two silenced pistol shots, hanging on the rooftop like a dripping flag. Blood flowed down the outer wall of the Bulgari Hotel.
"The gunfire is coming from the skyscraper opposite!"
John Wick was indeed a legendary assassin. The almost inaudible gunfire was heard clearly in his ears.
He looked thoughtfully at the skyscraper opposite the Bulgari Hotel.
"Da da da da da..."
A Hummer had stopped in front of the Bulgari Hotel at some point. A shirtless, bearded strong man lifted a modified heavy machine gun from the Hummer, mounted it on the Hummer, aimed at the target room, and pulled the trigger.
The dense bullets from the heavy machine gun instantly riddled the outer wall of the Bulgari Hotel like a honeycomb.
Generally speaking, although the Continental Hotel was a semi-public assassin guild, it also maintained a certain understanding with the government.
There were rules that some assassins in the Continental Hotel had to follow, such as not using high-ordnance bombs in crowded areas, not causing too many civilian casualties,...
There were many unwritten rules, part of the understanding between the Continental Hotel and the government.
Once one side broke this understanding, then sorry, governments of various countries would definitely put great effort into rectifying this festering sore that was the Continental Hotel.
Many things that happened in the dark could not be brought into the light. Once exposed, even the High Table behind the Continental Hotel couldn't withstand it.
Ordinary assassins were accustomed to using silenced pistols and sniper rifles, at most rifles.
Few people used heavy machine guns during "assassination".
At least John Wick had rarely seen it.
However, a heavy machine gun barely fell within the edge of the rules and couldn't be considered a violation.
The spray fire from the heavy machine gun instantly shattered the outer wall and windows of the target room.
Just as the assassins who were waiting for an opportunity thought they saw a chance.
"Puff!"
A sniper rifle bullet directly penetrated the shirtless strong man's head.
The sound of the heavy machine gun, "Da da da da da," came to an abrupt halt.
This gunfire not only confirmed to John Wick that the target had arranged a sniper in the skyscraper opposite, but many assassins also realized this.
Many assassins lurking near the Bulgari Hotel quickly concealed themselves, looking for blind spots from the skyscraper.
Inside the Bulgari Hotel, Myron Walker took advantage of the heavy machine gun's spray fire to nimbly dart up the stairs from the first floor. When he approached the target floor,
Myron Walker took a deep breath, and his entire body instantly swelled up, as if enveloped in a large meatball, resembling a bloated pufferfish even more.
With a forceful roll, Myron Walker, this seemingly solid meatball, directly knocked the stairwell door flying. He himself crashed directly into the corridor.
"Puff puff puff..."
"Puff puff puff..."
The German men who had reacted quickly aimed at Myron Walker and pulled the triggers.
Myron Walker rolled his meatball body, which nearly filled the corridor, ignoring the shots from these strong men and rolling towards the Presidential Suite.
"Puff puff puff..."
With such a large target, the dense bullets didn't need careful aiming; they all concentrated firepower on Myron Walker.
However, the meatball covering Myron Walker's body was like a bulletproof vest made of fat. Bullets embedded in his surface were instantly bounced out.
"Switch to rifles!"
Lane emptied the bullets in his handgun in one breath, casually threw the handgun aside, picked up a fully automatic assault rifle, and emptied a magazine of firepower at the meatball in front of him.
"Da da da..."
Several German men also discarded their handguns, pulled out rifles from behind, and sprayed fire at Myron Walker.
The meatball on Myron Walker's body instantly burst open with splashes of blood.
However, although rifle bullets could break through his surface, they didn't seem to cause him fatal damage.
In pain, Myron Walker's meatball rolled even faster. The rapidly rolling large meatball was like a meat tank, directly crashing towards Lane.
Lane pulled out a shotgun, aimed at Myron Walker's eyes, and instead of retreating, advanced, pulling the trigger, ready to meet him head-on.
A black shadow suddenly flew off his shoulder, circled once, and landed on the rolling meatball's neck.
Let's call it a neck for now. Amidst the rustling sound of scales rubbing, the Little Black Snake revealed two hollow, sharp fangs and bit down on the fair, greasy neck below.
"Sizzle sizzle!"
A sound like butter melting in a hot pan was heard. With a piercing scream, the fat under Myron Walker's skin seemed to dissolve.
The Little Black Snake's intense toxin instantly corroded his entire body's flesh and blood at an extremely fast speed upon contact with his skin~~~
(End of this chapter)
