People In Marvel, System Attackers

Chapter 61

Sometimes it’s better to make transactions simple and straightforward, especially for smart people. Smart people tend to think crookedly and think too much, and a little mistake may cause expectations and results to be very different. To put it simply, it is cleverness that is mistaken by cleverness.

“I want the North American branch of Continental Hotel to be separated from headquarters.” Winston gave Mike an appreciative look, and said his thoughts carefully. This incident made him realize that after a lifetime of serving the hotel, he was a worker, and he couldn’t even get the least respect.

Winston’s mood can be described in two words: chill.

“High table probably won’t let go easily.”

“Definitely will not let go easily. It is them who set the rule, and it is him who destroys the rule. For the organization, the Continental Hotel is a business after all. Since it is a business, if there is a major loss, it will even become a hot potato, they will naturally Will consider stopping losses.” Winston gave a mocking smile, “People are different. Our commitment and belief with life are worthless in the eyes of some people. They don’t deserve to own a continental hotel.”

In this regard, Mike declined to comment, each has its own ideas.

“You want the Continental Hotel, what can I get?”

Winston took out a USB flash drive and put it on the table: “It contains the time and place of the landing of the plane sent by the high table, the equipment of the armed forces, common tactics, and the details of the special Ability members. If this is the first time If the battle fails, the high table will dispatch a second elite unit depending on the situation, or directly issue a high reward.”

It is normal for Winston to know the arrival time and place of the elite troops. After all, he is a local snake and is responsible for arranging all reception matters. The question is, how does Winston know the configuration of the elite troops?

It can’t be the high table stupidly telling Winston.

Frozen three feet is not a day’s cold, Winston’s heart of self-reliance is not a day or two. This incident was just a fuse, or Mike’s force gave him a glimmer of opportunity.

“Isn’t this endless, wave after wave?”

“No matter how many subordinates die, for the people at the high table, it is only a loss of money. Money, they have, as long as their lives are threatened, they will feel that they can talk and can talk about everything. However, I can’t Give you the high-level information of the high table. Although I can get it, it is against my oath. The information is stored in an offline server in the basement of the hotel, and it is generally impossible to steal it.”

It means: I won’t give it to you, but if it is stolen, there is no way.

It’s like taking off your pants and farting.

Winston continued: “The offline server also stores the details of the killer’s order, including the employer and the target. The high table uses the most recent orders of the bullseye to determine a list of suspicious persons, of which your presence is the most dazzling.”

“No?” Why does Mike feel a little bit happy in his heart? He obviously likes to be low-key and the type of making a fortune with a muffled voice.

Winston laughed: “You not only survived from under the bull’s eye and muzzle, but you also protected other people. Very few people can do this. And… a powerful and conceited lunatic can be scared to enter the mainland hotel to seek Asylum, this is especially incredible.”

Oh, has it started to be commercialized? Uh, it sounds pretty cool, but I want Mike’s head to get hot… it’s a far cry.

Mike shook his head.

“What’s the problem?” Winston asked.

“The problem is big.” Mike said seriously: “On the surface, you and I get what you need, fair and just. But… the premise of all this is based on everything going smoothly.”

“First of all, there is no denying the role of intelligence, but I am not ignorant of the Continental Hotel. Let me name it-John Wick. Since I know something, I dare to provoke it. To put it bluntly, I’m not afraid.”

John Wick was a member of the Continental Hotel, played for High Table, and was nicknamed “Kill God”. How strong is the killing god? Mike thinks it should be at the level of bullseye and punisher.

John alone can turn the Continental Hotel upside down, and by the way, kill the leader of the high table. Isn’t Mike not comparable to him?

The intelligence is useful, but not as important as Winston thought it would save Mike a little time and energy at best.

Perhaps in order to gather intelligence, Winston spent a lot of effort, but in actual action, only Mike was in danger.

“Secondly, getting what you need is based on success. Once you fail-although I don’t think it will fail, if you fail, I will either die or be desperate, and you…probably nothing will happen. Pay. The price is different. This is the inequality under the surface reciprocity, what do you think?”

Silence for a while, Winston knew that he had lost the trust of the organization. Once Mike was dealt with, the next step for the organization was to remove Winston from his position. For Winston, losing the hotel means losing everything.

So Winston didn’t agree with Mike’s statement about asymmetrical heights. But he didn’t want to argue on this issue: “What do you want, I think, people like you don’t need money…”

Mike: “…”

When did I regard money as dung?

Is there any misunderstanding?

At this time, two spheres of energy floated from Winston.

system hint:

[Winston’s long-cherished wish: Continental Hotel][Commission: 1,000,000 USD (90% of the system will be paid after deduction of fees)][Task description: Help Winston gain control of the Continental Hotel. 】

“This can generate commissions, isn’t it too far-fetched?”

“The charge is one million… Stark only collects that little, Stark is shameful!”

I murmured a few words in my heart.

“Ahem, a price: 1 million USD, I will help you gain control of the North American branch. Before the elite troops launch an attack, my proposal has been valid. You can consider it.” Mike Weiwei was a little embarrassed.

Why don’t you need money…

“make a deal!”

Without thinking about how long, Winston got up and shook hands with Mike again, and then bid farewell to Old Earle. As for the USB flash drive with intelligence, it was “forgotten” on the table by him.

Mike opened the notebook, plugged in the USB flash drive, and read the information in it carefully.

The mobile phone text message reminds that one million USD will be received.

Mike called Phil Coulson.

Connected.

“Hey, Mike…” Phil Coulson’s voice was slightly tired. He has just finished the task and is on Quin Jet, “I feel a little nervous after receiving your call. My instinct tells me nothing is good.”

“Are you a woman, keep your mouth shut. I just have a message as an enthusiastic citizen: At around 11:30 tonight, a private jet will land at LaGuardia Airport. There are 25 elite armed men on board. , Of which there are two Mutants.”

“…” Intuition was right, Phil Coulson asked, “How do you know?”

“Hahaha…” Mike laughed, “Because their goal is me!”

Phil Coulson: “Am I special…”

Could it be that he was concealed during the mission? Otherwise, why do you want to vomit blood so much?