North American detective: From scoundrel to god among men

Chapter 45 The Assassin Empire and the Continental Hotel

At the Continental Hotel in New York City, Titus awoke to pure white goose down. The floor-to-ceiling windows were slightly ajar, a gentle breeze stirred the curtains, and the rising sun kissed his forehead. He faintly heard Taylor Swift's voice drifting from Times Square: "Welcome to New York, It's been waiting for you."

When his phone beeped, Titus picked it up and looked at it:

Starling: Leave Carl's matter to me, don't worry about it.

After the Hannibal Lecter case, the FBI announced that it was stripping Titus of his agent status, so he specifically asked Starling to meet with his teacher as a federal agent to prevent the school from causing him any more trouble.

Titus: Please, I'll treat you to dinner when we get back.

After replying to the message, Titus pulled out the chip, broke it in half, and threw it out the window. From that moment on, he was no longer Titus Gallagher.

His disguise is that of Jack Vizra, the next ruthless professional assassin in the assassin empire established by the High Table.

He understood what a cruel world of assassins this was. The High Table originated from Arab civilization and was the most authoritative world-class assassin organization in the underworld.

Their establishments are located in hotels all over the world, and they are not subject to legal control and have their own set of operating rules.

Undoubtedly, this is the world of "John Wick". I've seen the original movie, but as long as you enjoy watching it, who would bother to remember the plot?

He had only been recalling for a moment when he remembered Keanu Reeves' clean and efficient fighting style: over-the-shoulder throws, one-handed reloading, and the Mozambique shooting technique with its two chests and one head shaking like a demon.

The mission target, however, is Vigo Tarasov, a member of the Tarasov family, a Russian-American gang in New York.

Titus flipped through the guy's file for a while, looking at the photo of the middle-aged man with a full beard, and finally remembered that he was the villainous boss of the first "Don't Kill His Dog" movie.

Titus thought that if he couldn't find Vigo, he would ask the protagonist John to enforce the fishing law.

Before coming, he had gathered information that a boss-level gangster like Vigo would not reveal his whereabouts, and it was inevitable that someone in his position would have a few enemies.

He glanced at the time; it was exactly 8 a.m.

For someone like him, this is the most difficult moment of the day, no less challenging than deciding whether to get a cat or a dog.

He wanted to lie down for another five minutes, not necessarily to fall asleep, just to lie there with his eyes closed would be peaceful, but on the other hand, he was afraid of being under a spell, turning five minutes into five hours.

It's laughable, but Titus often falls for this trick. He has suspected more than once that the Uchiha clan has been watching him all along.

Ultimately, he triggered the forced wake-up mechanism—his stomach started growling.

World Online, bad review!

Titus got out of bed, put on a Burberry black trench coat, layered a gray shirt and a tweed vest underneath—a clever layering trick that created a sense of depth—and finally added a pair of Gutler and Gross flat mirrors for camouflage, making him look understated yet extraordinary.

He hesitated for a long time between the Burberry trench coat and the Balmakan trench coat, until he remembered a man whose eyes held a hidden molten gold.

Titus used to be a giant bat who only wore an FBI black coat and flew all over the world. After this change, his temperament underwent a complete transformation, from a giant bat to an elegant black panther that roamed the world's jungles.

As for your point about assassins needing to disguise themselves? Which assassin in John Wick ever disguised themselves?

Back in the day, your Uncle Keanu was wanted worldwide, and he fought his way from Nantianmen to the Education Bureau with a seven-shot pistol.

Titus left the hotel and went to a convenience store in the neighborhood where he would have breakfast.

He chose a self-service hot dog, a bread dough wrapped around a sausage, topped with pickles, tomatoes, tender roast meat, and roasted peppers. A seemingly high-calorie American breakfast was ready.

After paying, Titus chose a table and sat down.

Two white men wearing hoods rushed in.

"Robbery! Everyone get down! Get down now!"

With a loud "bang," robber A slammed down the shop's roller shutter, sending dust flying.

Robber B raised a shotgun, pointed it at the shop manager behind the radio, and roared:

"Get down! Get down now!"

Titus sat in the corner watching the scene with great interest. The taste of pickled cucumbers and sausages exploded in his mouth, whetting his appetite. He slurped down a big gulp of ice-cold Coca-Cola.

He recognized the hunting rifle in the robber's hand: a Winchester 1894 lever rifle, with a 7-round capacity, firing .33 and .55 caliber bullets; this kind of thing was commonly used in Western duels.

But in the 21st century, these two idiots must have stolen their grandfather's hunting rifle to commit robbery.

This is a great show to watch while eating; Titus leisurely finished four boxes of hot dogs.

He then got up and walked towards the milk section, intending to get a bottle of milk to aid digestion and buy some more to send home to his younger siblings as travel gifts.

He immediately took a liking to the famous Newland Fresh Milk, which was said to be extremely nutritious, but also very expensive at $100 a bottle. Titus frowned slightly.

At the same time, robber A pointed a gun at the store manager and ordered him to pack up all the receipts from the cash register.

But he was clearly a novice and an amateur; judging from the shotgun he chose, he might even be a greenhorn.

This young man must have been too nervous, because he accidentally shoved the thick gun barrel into the shopkeeper's mouth.

The poor store manager was forced to experience what his wife felt like at night, and he couldn't help but gag.

"Damn it!" Robber A hurriedly pulled out the gun barrel.

Meanwhile, our robber B was nervously ordering the customer to crouch down with his hands on his head. Soon, he noticed Titus picking out milk.

"Hey! Are you Erdoni?"

But compared to the threat of the robbers, Titus was more concerned about getting some fresh milk to take back, pure milk, as both had their advantages.

"I told you to put your hands on your head and squat down!"

Titus glanced at Robber B's handgun, a cheap revolver, the prototype of the SNS Pistol Saturday Special Gun from GTA.

"Are you kidding me, social media?"

"FUCK!"

Titus's words enraged the robber, who then released the safety pin.

"Come on, do you want me to teach you where your heart is located?"

"First time being a robber? If you pay for my milk, I'll let you fire a shot for free, how about it?"

Titus stepped forward, his mountain-like body pressing down on him, his chest pressing against SNS.

"How about trying what it feels like to shoot your limp little gun into Daddy's chest?"

"You bastard! Are you crazy?"

Robber B was frightened by his words.

"Oh, I get it, you're a thrill-seeking street thug!"

"How about shooting him in the brainstem?"

Titus gripped the short barrel of his gun against his forehead. The robber was startled by the sudden action, but Titus managed to grab his hand before he could throw the gun away.

"I told you to shoot, you brat!"

Shoot me!