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Morin had no intention of convincing Anderson. After a few more words, he hung up the phone directly.
No matter how much you talk, it's better to act and let the facts speak for themselves. This is more convincing.
On the way, Morin called Wick.
He had to inform his main fighting force in advance.
"Hmm?"
After a while, Wick answered the phone, panting. "You... better be quick..."
"Uh..." Morin said. "Let me guess, you're exercising?"
"Exercising?" Wick was stunned, then he reacted. "F*ck... I'm on a mission!"
"Okay, my apologies." Morin's mouth twitched, remembering what Wick was doing the last time he called.
Why was it that every time he called Wick, it was at a time like this?
"You... hurry up and tell me... what is it?"
Wick panted again. Morin could hear a few silenced gunshots in the background.
"Right, I'm going out to take a big job. The High Table might attack our base during this time," Morin said.
"Just hold it down. If you can't, abandon the place."
"What?" Wick asked. "A big job? How big of a job could make you leave at a time like this?"
"A $2.2 billion job," Morin replied. "Taking out the remaining eleven Continental Hotels."
"What the f*ck?" Wick was shocked. "$2.2 billion? Eleven Continental Hotels? Why would anyone post a contract like that? And we actually took it? Are you crazy?"
"Yes," Morin said. "I'm going to do it alone. You guys just defend the base. Don't let them steal it. If you can't, it's okay to abandon it. Even if it's overrun, as long as the people are still here, I can rebuild it. Do you understand?"
"Are you sure you can do it?" Wick frowned, flicked his wrist, and two bullets went around a corner, killing his enemies. He then held the phone between his head and shoulder and began reloading.
"Those are Continental Hotels!"
"You saw my performance that night, didn't you?" Morin chuckled.
"Don't worry, even if I can't succeed, I can still get out safely. You guys defend the base; I'll go steal!"
Almost everyone in the world was talking about the exorbitant contract.
$2.2 billion was a huge sum of money by anyone's standards.
So the question was, could someone who could produce $2.2 billion be a "regular eager citizen"?
And on top of that, one who found it on the side of the road?
Obviously, it was impossible. $100 million would require a safe as big as a regular car. $2.2 billion... did he find a fully loaded cargo truck on the side of the road?
No one would believe that!
Any normal person would realize what was really going on behind the scenes
The country had gotten involved.
While it wasn't official, it was pretty much public knowledge. The only thing missing was the final confirmation.
This time, Ezio didn't call the government to question them. He knew it was useless.
Unless he truly wanted to tear off that last layer of facade and face both the Templar Knights and the major world powers at the same time.
He didn't want that. So the only way to solve the problem was to face them head-on and crush the Templar Knights!
In addition to mobilizing all the forces that were originally near the New York Continental Hotel to attack the current New York Templar Knights headquarters, Ezio also issued an order for the other Continental Hotels to shrink their forces and prepare for an attack.
Ezio also sent some of his secretly trained assassins to do some covert work and activate the hidden pawns he had been holding onto for a rainy day.
He had a premonition that in this crisis, he might have to use all the trump cards he had prepared!
The Rome Continental Hotel.
Even though the Continental Hotel knew the Templar Knights would come looking for trouble because of the high-price contract, they absolutely could not close their doors.
Closing their doors would be a sign of preemptive surrender, wouldn't it?
In the public eye, the High Table still had the upper hand. The percentage of people who truly believed the Templar Knights could dismantle the High Table was still very small.
So, closing the doors and stopping business was impossible; the Continental Hotel had to operate as usual!
Of course, the necessary precautions also had to be taken.
A handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a luxurious suit, walked into the Continental Hotel with precise, millimeter-perfect steps and an impeccable demeanor.
As he walked, the eyes of many assassins fell on him. Some had already put their hands on the guns at their waists.
Ezio had already notified all the Continental Hotels, specifically giving them permission to
If someone were to act with hostility inside the Continental Hotel, the other assassins could shoot and kill them. This would not be considered a violation of the Continental Hotel's rules and would even be rewarded!
Under the watchful and wary eyes of the assassins, the man walked all the way to the front desk.
The man was Morin.
Morin's blonde hair and blue eyes were courtesy of an Ethan Hunt-style mask and a pair of colored contact lenses.
Morin's principle for choosing a realistic mask was simple: it had to at least not be too far off from his own good looks!
So far, only Ethan Hunt and John Wick's faces fit this criterion.
And as for Wick's face... Morin hadn't had a chance to get his face copied. Also, this time, Morin planned to go inside the Rome Continental Hotel before acting, and if he used Wick's face, he would probably be stopped three hundred meters away!
All the assassins knew the face of the Boogeyman. They also all knew that the Boogeyman, Wick, was now a Templar Knight.
"Sir?"
As fate would have it, the receptionist at the Rome Continental Hotel was also a Black man. Perhaps there was some kind of unspoken rule at play.
"You seem unfamiliar."
"Of course." Morin put his hand in his pocket.
This action caused some of the assassins nearby to get restless.
However, after seeing what Morin actually pulled out, the assassins' eyes widened, and they quietly backed away, as if trying to hide themselves.
It wasn't because Morin pulled out something big and precious... although Morin did have a big and precious item, he didn't have any exhibitionist tendencies.
If he was going to expose himself, it would be in front of a beautiful woman, not a group of big, burly men.
What Morin pulled out was a blue and black gold coin.
The assassins knew what this meant.
"I am the Adjudicator," Morin said in a cold, expressionless tone. "I'm here to see the hotel's owner."
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