Sun Wuming’s figure flashed and disappeared in the room.

Chapter 7: Continental Hotel, the killer ‘Tao Baibai’

In a corner of Wall Street in Manhattan, there is an ordinary-looking hotel.

In this land where every inch of land is valuable, the entrance of this hotel was very deserted, and not a single guest went in for half a day.

Many bored people once placed bets on when this hotel would go bankrupt.

But even after so many years, this unconventional hotel still stands here.

After disguising himself, Sun Wuming walked out of a dark alley and entered the hotel gate.

In the hall, there were many people in suits and ties, chatting with glasses of wine, but when they saw Sun Wuming, they subconsciously lowered their voices.

Many people were terrified and left the hall in a panic.

Ignoring the gazes of the people around him, Sun Wuming went straight to the front desk.

The black manager standing at the front desk smiled and said, “What a lucky day today is! Not only has our old friend returned, but you, Mr. Tao Baibai, have also come to visit us.”

“Such special days should be recorded in the diary of mainland hotels.”

“Long time no see, Charon.”

Sun Wuming nodded and asked curiously, “Old friend, can you tell me who it is?”

Charon still maintained his professional smile, “I’m sorry Mr. Tao Baibai, you know the rules, but I believe you will also be happy to see this old friend.”

Sun Wuming curled his lips and said, if you don’t tell me, he will look at it himself.

After searching the entire hotel’s atmosphere, he indeed found a familiar feeling. He quickly remembered the other party’s identity and smiled.

“You’re right. It’s really unexpected. Please ask him to come down for a drink later.”

“Your will, sir, is there anything else I can do for you?”

Sun Wuming handed over a few gold coins made of pure gold.

“Find me some suitable missions. As always, the difficulty doesn’t matter. The closer the better.”

“In addition, I need to customize a batch of equipment.”

Charon took the gold coin, operated on the computer and said, “Room number 820, you can rest for a while. The equipment department will need some time.”

Sun Wuming took the room card, turned around and walked into the elevator.

After he left, someone couldn’t help but ask, “Who is this guy? Why did Trevor and Mac run away?”

The people around him looked at him with disdain: “You don’t even know Tao Baibai, why are you still hanging around in the New York killer circle? Go back to Texas and farm as soon as possible.”

“What? He is Tao Baibai?”

The man who asked the question couldn’t help but exclaim, and unspeakable fear appeared in his eyes.

Tao Baibai, the most famous killer in New York in recent years.

He has made dozens of attacks without any failure. Once he sets his sights on a target, he can simply declare it dead.

The most terrifying thing is that Tao Baibai doesn’t know how to use any firearms. He has achieved this purely by relying on his powerful fighting skills and melee ability, which makes him even more difficult to defend against.

…

Well, Tao Baibai is naturally Sun Wuming’s alias.

This name is also a tribute.

Life is not easy, Wuming makes a living by performing.

Feeding a Saiyan is not an easy task.

Just on food, Sun Wuming spends tens of thousands of dollars a month, plus medicinal baths, nutrient solution, and training equipment.

Being poor in literature but rich in martial arts is not just talk.

After many twists and turns, Sun Wuming finally found a career that suits him best a few years ago.

Scavenger.

Here, the Mainland Hotel is a task publishing platform. Any registered member can receive or publish tasks at the Mainland Hotel.

At the same time, no one is allowed to perform tasks in the hotel. The hotel will protect the safety of every guest, which is equivalent to a neutral security zone.

What is special is that the common currency used in mainland hotels is not US dollars, but customized gold coins.

If you want to enjoy any service, you need to pay gold coins as a price.

For Sun Wuming, the best thing about mainland hotels is the many tasks, wild approaches and good service.

You can also help him customize special equipment.

The training equipment at home, for example, was made by mainland hotels.

The reason for coming here this time was very simple. Sun Wuming had once again bankrupted himself.

In addition to stocks worth tens of millions of dollars, he had less than one hundred thousand dollars in cash on hand.

Money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat.

In order to avoid starving to death.

After retiring for half a year, Sun Wuming had to come out again and become a hard-working killer.

…

The hotel staff was extremely efficient and quickly delivered the order that met his requirements.

“Kidnapping… is too troublesome and time-consuming.”

“Assassination… in Washington, too lazy to go.”

“This… has something to do with flour, so screw it.”

Sun Wuming fed sheets of A4 paper into the shredder one by one. He was not very satisfied with these tasks.

He doesn’t take on every mission.

We will not answer calls that take a long time, pay little, or are for minors.

As for whether the mission target is good or evil, innocent or not…

It’s none of his business.

Finally, when he turned to the last few pictures, Sun Wuming finally found a good task.

[Killing the two leaders of the Hell’s Kitchen Bear Brotherhood, the big leader Vladimir is $200 million, and the second leader Anatoly is $150 million. ]

It is followed by some information about the target person’s living habits and activity areas.

The total cost for the two of them is three and a half million, which is not a low price and is enough for Sun Wuming to use for a while.

The only problem is…

Looking at the two people in the photo, Sun Wuming’s face blindness attacked.

These damn Russians all look the same. If they are mixed together in a group, he will have no idea who the target is.

Although he could kill them all, the mission only requires him to kill two people. Wouldn’t it be a loss for him if he killed them all?

However, after reading the information, I determined that these two mission targets were fat sheep and should be able to make a lot of extra money.

Sun Wuming decided to take on the task anyway.

……

It incorporates some of the worldviews of John Wick: Chapter 11. The length of the story is not very long. I just want to make the world more exciting and give the protagonist a place to make money.

Chapter 8: Sun Wuming, the face-blind man, a tragedy caused by a dog

“Hello, Charon, it’s me.”

“Mr. Tao Baibai, please speak.”

“I’ve accepted the mission from the Maozi Brotherhood. Don’t let anyone else interfere. If someone accidentally kills someone, don’t blame me.”

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Sun Wuming hung up the phone.

Sometimes, in order to compete for sales, killers would often fight over a mission. The reason why Tao Baibai is so famous is because Sun Wuming once killed dozens of competitors when he was on a mission.

After walking out of the room, he was ready to go see his old friend next door, who was not in a good condition.

When I came to the corridor, I could clearly hear the dull sounds of fighting and cries of pain.

Sun Wuming didn’t stop. He kicked open the door of room 808 and walked in leisurely.

The man and woman who were fighting in the room were stunned and looked over blankly.

Among them, the man even cried out in surprise.

“Satoru… Tao Baibai?”

“I haven’t seen you for a few years. You look so different now, John.”

Sun Wuming shrugged and looked at the man with a smile, “How is it, do you need my help?”

Hearing him say this, the woman’s face changed slightly. Taking advantage of John Wick’s distraction, she kicked him away, rolled to the broken glass, and picked up the pistol that fell on the ground.

Then he raised it up and aimed it at Sun Wuming, with his movements being very smooth and done in one go.

“careful!”

John yelled, but it was too late.

boom! boom! boom!

Three consecutive gunshots were heard, and sparks flew from the muzzle.

Sun Wuming seemed to move, but also seemed not to move. The two of them only felt a flash before their eyes, and then nothing happened.

“No, it’s impossible!”

The woman’s face was full of disbelief. She fired three shots, two at the chest and one at the head, using standard Mozambique shooting technique.

Why didn’t any of the shots hit the target? It was clear that Sun Wuming didn’t make any movement.