"Thank you!"
After saying thank you to Cole, the hotel concierge who patiently explained the uses, acquisition methods, and value of continental gold coins to him.
Hunter put away that continental gold coins!
Seeing this, Cole smiled and nodded at him.
He then greeted the one-eyed old man Potter and led Hunter out of the room again.
"Follow me, I will take you to pick out some equipment."
"This is a benefit that all members who officially join the hotel have."
After walking out of the room, Cole turned back towards the elevator.
Hunter grunted in acknowledgment and continued to follow behind him.
Ever since he entered the hotel, he had been feeling that someone was monitoring him.
Especially after entering the elevator and going down to the second basement floor, this feeling became even stronger.
Hunter could almost be certain that there were surveillance cameras everywhere here.
Who knows how many people might be observing him in the dark right now.
Therefore, his performance today was standard and well-behaved.
He asked all the questions he should, but he did not over-exhibit himself.
Following by Cole's side, Hunter soon passed by the assassins guarding the entrance to the second basement floor again and returned to the elevator.
Once inside, Cole used fingerprint unlocking again and took him up to the first basement floor.
Like the second basement floor, the entrance to the first basement floor also had a thick alloy door.
It's just that there was no bulletproof glass window installed on the alloy door here.
Instead, it was a wire mesh grid, a passage that could be opened to allow some small items to pass through.
After the elevator stopped and the door opened, Cole knocked on the door inside.
Soon, a pair of eyes appeared behind it.
After seeing clearly that it was Cole bringing a newcomer down, the door was quickly opened.
Just like behind the door on the second basement floor, there were also a few cold-faced assassins in black suits stationed here.
However, behind it was a place similar to a bar.
When Hunter was brought over, the time was only around nine o'clock in the morning.
But the bar on the first basement floor appeared very lively.
People were coming and going, filled with debauched men and women, but the moment Cole appeared with Hunter.
Everyone who saw them cast their gazes over.
"Hi, Cole."
"Want a drink? My treat?"
"Cole, are there new members?"
Cole was the concierge of the Los Angeles Continental Hotel, so all the members knew him.
He smiled and nodded at everyone, saying: "Please forgive me, I still have official business to attend to."
After speaking, without any intention of introducing Hunter to everyone, he led him towards the depths of the bar.
Hunter noticed that gazes, whether curious, greedy, disdainful, or filled with desire, were constantly converging on him.
A considerable portion of them fell on the kraft paper bag in his arms.
"Assassins?"
"Seems like they are nothing much!"
Hunter secretly noted down a few gazes that made him feel very uncomfortable.
Also expressionless, he followed behind Cole, bypassing the bar which was less than two hundred square meters.
After entering a corridor, Cole then initiated the conversation again.
"Within the Continental Hotel, all members are not allowed to kill here; even if you resort to violence against each other, you will receive some punishment."
"So Hunter, remember."
"If someone deliberately provokes you inside the Continental Hotel, do not fall for it."
"If you also dislike him, after leaving the Continental Hotel, you can dispose of him as you please; even if you kill them, no one will care."
"But inside the Continental Hotel, you cannot use force, and even more so, you cannot kill here."
"This is the rule of the Continental Hotel!"
"Mm!"
Hunter silently committed this rule to heart.
He actually knew before that he could not kill inside the Continental Hotel.
But he really didn't know that he couldn't use force inside the Continental Hotel.
If Cole hadn't reminded him just now, it's possible that if he really encountered someone deliberately provoking him in the future, Hunter might not have been able to resist fighting back.
Thinking of this, his impression of this hotel concierge improved a bit more.
Not long after, Hunter saw a transparent glass wall, and inside there was actually a small clinic.
Cole pointed at the clinic and said to him: "The hotel has its own private clinic, as long as it hasn't hit a vital part, or caused excessive blood loss."
"Various gunshot wounds and knife wounds can be saved."
"You can also buy various powerful painkillers here, and even adrenaline, some military-grade stimulants can also be bought."
"However, these services all require payment in continental gold coins."
Hunter nodded, deep in thought.
The two walked on a bit further and came upon another transparent glass wall. Inside was a place resembling a tailor's shop.
Cole stopped, knocked on the glass door, and then pushed it open to enter.
Inside was a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her forties. Judging by her reddish-brown skin tone, she was likely a Latina immigrant.
"Nancy, this is Hunter, a new member of the hotel. Could you take his measurements so we can design a bulletproof vest for him?"
"No problem!"
Nancy smiled, picked up a measuring tape, and walked over to help Hunter with the measurements.
"I didn't notice before, but you have a really good physique."
As Nancy's hands, separated by a thin layer of clothing, moved over Hunter's body for the measurements.
They traced over the well-defined, but not obvious due to being covered by clothes, muscles bulging on his frame.
Her attitude immediately became even more enthusiastic.
"Do you have any preferences regarding the style of the bulletproof vest?"
Nancy felt his chest and then pointed to some styles of bulletproof vests hanging on the wall, indicating for Hunter to choose.
He felt quite uncomfortable being touched all over by this middle-aged woman.
But he still followed her pointing finger and looked at the wall.
After clearly seeing the various styles of bulletproof vests there, Hunter pointed to a suit-style one and said, "That one."
In truth, he had also taken a liking to another style, one that resembled Dragon Scale Armor.
However, the suit-style bulletproof vest also seemed quite good.
Because the descriptions on the wall also included brief performance summaries for each vest. The Dragon Scale Armor-type vest offered the best concealment but had average ballistic protection.
In comparison, the suit-style bulletproof vest was much better than it.
As for the other ordinary styles, the bulletproof vests Hunter had obtained from Stanfield—the ones the Drug Enforcement Administration purchased for SWAT—weren't much worse. There was no urgent need to buy one for now.
Nancy quickly noted it down on a registration form.
After asking him a few more questions, she smiled and said, "OK, you can come pick it up in three days."
"Of course, you can also leave an address, and the hotel will send someone to deliver it to you."
"Thank you!"
Hunter left the address of his farm. His farm's location had already been pinpointed by the Continental Hotel when they sent someone over that night, so he wasn't particularly worried about it being exposed again.
Cole soon led Hunter out of the tailor's shop where one could order custom bulletproof vests.
Then, the two walked another stretch, even taking a detour once along the way.
After that, they finally stopped in front of a rather large store that resembled a firearms supermarket.
Just as he was about to lead Hunter inside, Cole suddenly halted.
He then made a'stop' gesture to Hunter, pressed a hand to his earpiece, and said, "Cole here, go ahead."
"What?"
"Good, I'll go handle it right away."
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