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"No, don't kill me."

Eva Lorde immediately looked frail and weak, and coupled with her gorgeous appearance, it really made me pity her. But the next moment, her soft body froze, and her rosy skin instantly turned pale.

Her throat was slit.

"Auntie, you shouldn't be here, let alone put a poison needle in the ring."

Broly said, shaking off the poisonous needle between his fingers.

At the Continental Hotel, the killers all had their own channels, and it didn't take long for them to know what happened last night. They all have a very clear understanding of their own strengths. A target like Dave Boyle requires the close cooperation of at least six killers to be able to complete the hunt.

It seems like this newcomer is the next Bullseye.

The Continental Hotel had a conflict with Kingpin a few years ago, and seven assassins died at the hands of Bullseye alone.

Winston was sitting on a lounge chair in the lobby. His energy was not comparable to that of ordinary killers. After Broly walked out of the Irish community, he knew the general outline of the matter and even obtained the weapon that Broly used to kill from the scene. card.

At this moment, he was playing with the poorly made card in his hand, and suddenly he flicked it hard. After the card spun and flew more than ten meters, it fell weakly to the ground.

"Charon, what kind of monster can you kill fifty-four armed gunmen with these ordinary cards?"

Seventy-six people died in Dave Boyle's mansion last night, all except sixteen servants. Thirty-one of them died because their necks were pinched with heavy hands, and 54 people died because their trachea and arteries were severed by cards. The remaining person was Dave Boyle, whose head was ripped off.

"That's terrible, Charon. Do you know what the number fifty-four means?"

Winston said in an almost murmuring voice as he looked at the card which was obviously cut from the playing card Seven of Spades.

"The number of cards in a deck was exactly fifty-four. The man bought a deck of cards at random and cut them into a pattern of doves. Not a single card was wasted, but he clearly knew that there were seventy enemies. If you go to participate in a In a battle with more than 30 enemies, would you only bring seven bullets? A normal person would never do this unless he was desperate. It can be seen that these cards are just a small means for him. "

Charon picked up the card and looked at it carefully. The maker of this kind of card was obviously very perfunctory. The pigeon was cut into a weird shape, the wings on both sides were not symmetrical at all, and a piece of the head was even missing. It's hard to imagine that someone could use such a crude prop to shoot an enemy more than sixty meters away.

"What does the dove symbolize?"

Winston took a drink from the water glass and pondered for a moment.

"Perhaps it is some kind of totem, but few schools and organizations use pigeons as totems and symbols. The earliest pigeon totem appears in Mesopotamia. It is very likely that it belongs to the school passed down by Aesir Xin. This Maybe this is a breakthrough for us to figure out his identity.”

Charon nodded. Winston has been in this business for more than fifty years. He has been running the Continental Hotel for forty years. The accumulated experience and knowledge are a very valuable asset.

At this moment, the door of the Continental Hotel was suddenly pushed open, and a figure walked in. The entire lobby suddenly became quiet, and everyone was quietly looking at the people who came in.

Broly was holding a cloth bag and was not affected by those gazes at all. Not long after, the lobby became noisy again. But everyone was a little distracted, their wandering eyes falling on the bag in his hand.

"Welcome to the Continental, Mr. Wayne."

Charon put the card away without leaving a trace, walked behind the counter, and Winston left the lobby quietly.

Broly threw the bag onto the front desk, and Dave Boyle's head rolled out, with Dave's expression of horror and disbelief still on it.

“Dave Boyle is dead, how do I get my money?”

There was another noise in the lobby, and Dave Boyle was actually dead.

Charon frowned, took out a pair of gloves from under the counter and put them on, carefully put his head back into the cloth bag, took out the detergent, and carefully cleaned and wiped the counter.

"Mr. Wayne, Mr. Kingpin has already transferred the full amount to our account, and you can withdraw the money here at any time. In addition, we have channels to determine whether the hunting is successful, and we do not need to use such crude means to confirm it. .”

Broly slammed the table in dissatisfaction.

"You should have said this earlier. This one has only been there for three hours and it started to smell so bad that I don't even know how to explain it to the waiter."