Whether the news was right or wrong, the Continental Hotel didn't suffer any losses.
Also, the person who released the news was the survivor, and had nothing to do with the Continental Hotel.
High Table and Kingpin could start a war with V if they wanted, but the Continental Hotel wouldn't be a pawn in their hands.
As for the deaths of the 126 hitmen, what did it have to do with the Continental Hotel?
The hotel was just a platform that provided intermediary and logistics services. It wasn't the owner of the hitmen, nor was it a training organization for them. Winston didn't care about the hitmen who died.
The Continental Hotel had thousands of hitmen of that level in their archives, and it was normal for one to two hundred of them to die every year.
If more than a hundred died, then two hundred elites from the reserve echelon would be promoted. The new would replace the old, and it would be natural selection. It had always been like this.
Hitmen had always been expendable.
Only one in a thousand could survive until they retired, not to mention that some of the "companies" that the hitmen worked for weren't clean.
Some were to silence witnesses, while others were to save money. They would kill the hitmen who wanted to quit.
This was the legendary way of settling everything once and for all, which saved money and trouble.
Winston didn't like these companies; they were too crude.
For him, even if someone quit, their files and membership cards would always be kept in the Continental Hotel's database.
As long as they wanted to, the so-called quitting was just empty talk. They could quit in the morning and come back in the afternoon to take on a mission.
If they became a hitman once, they would always be a hitman. They could even treat it as a part-time job or a hobby.
He couldn't be bothered to give hitmen insurance or retirement benefits. If they wanted to do it, they could do it. If not, they could get lost.
That had always been the case at the Continental Hotel.
In fact, many hitman companies and agents were also the Continental Hotel's subordinates. Their hitmen would take orders through the Continental Hotel.
No contribution rate, no official membership cards.
A low contribution rate meant that they couldn't take on advanced membership missions or access to a variety of advanced membership services.
Want to increase your contribution rate? Obediently earn enough points from the Continental Hotel's platform.
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Luke didn't know the "bad news."
He didn't know much about Kingpin or the Continental Hotel, and was overly optimistic when he expected to earn more points.
He, who was making dinner and reading the files, didn't know that the two big bosses who weren't going to let the matter go had given up for the time being. His plan had been a blind one.
At 5: 30 pm, Elsa and Elizabeth arrived in the same car.
The car belonged to Y'lisabet, the invisible rich lady. Her car was not bad, and she was also the driver.
After parking the car in the cleaned garage on the first floor, Selina led the two of them to the second floor and gave them their respective gifts.
Selina sized it up and knew that Ayesha had given her a set of tableware and tea sets.
It was a grown-up, family-friendly gift, something that any family could use.
Even if they didn't use it, they could still keep the original packaging and give it to someone else next time.
Y'lisabet's item was also easy to guess. It was most likely a work of art, with the possibility of a vase being the highest.
This gift was very idealistic for young people. After all, the aesthetic standards of art varied greatly from person to person.
Selina didn't really mind.
If it looked good, he would use it. If it didn't, he would just stuff it in the storage room. Anyway, this building was big enough.
She asked casually, "Where's Dustin? He didn't come with you? "
Elsa said, "I called him on the way here. He'll leave the bureau at half past six and arrive at seven on time."
Everyone's expression showed that they had expected this.
They were all Dustin's old subordinates, and knew this boss's schedule very well.
In fact, they all knew each other's habits.
Elsa liked to prepare half an hour to twenty minutes in advance.
Luke and Selina, on the other hand, set aside ten to fifteen minutes.
Dustin would only arrive five to two minutes early at most. It was inevitable that he would be late, but he was the boss.
As for Y'lisabet? She had more freedom, and often did random exercises between five to half an hour.
Luke and Selina greeted Luke, who was sitting in the kitchen on the second floor.
Luke replied with a smile and took out the warm pastries from the oven. "I knew Dustin wouldn't be on time. Eat as much as you want, but don't get too full."
There weren't many kinds of pastries, but there were more than ten different flavors, such as cakes, biscuits, and taiyaki.
Luke simply reminded Selina to make sure the two girls got drinks, before he went back to the window to read the files.
Elsa and Selina were here. Of course, he couldn't read the sensitive files, but there was still too much related information in New York.
Half an hour later, he heard someone call out to him. "Luke, what are you looking at?"
Luke put down the tablet. "A map of New York."
It was Elizabeth.
The three girls had visited the training room on the third floor, and she was the only one who had come down.
Elizabeth looked at the image on the tablet curiously. "Why does it look like a photo?"
Luke said, "It's a map from a satellite. It's more like a photo."
Elizabeth was stunned. "A satellite? Is that … a spy? "
Luke chuckled. "Then we'll probably have to arrest and interrogate hundreds of software and hardware development companies in America before we can figure it out."
Elizabeth immediately understood and wasn't embarrassed. "I've only heard about it in movies."
Luke chuckled. "You'll get used to it. Sooner or later, someone will provide this service online for free."
Seeing that she was deep in thought, he went straight to the point. "Okay, what do you want to ask me?"
Hearing this, Y'lisabet finally returned to normal. "I need some advice about the future."
"Sit down." Luke gestured for her to sit across from him at the coffee table. He then poured her a cup of black tea from the teapot.
She told him about the situation.
There was a female detective in the intelligence department who had all kinds of problems after giving birth, including family life, physical and psychological problems. Temporary suspension wasn't enough, and she could only resign.
This position was vacant.
If it were any other position, seniority would have been enough.
However, this position required a high degree of education and a certain amount of professional knowledge. Many older women had enough experience, but didn't have enough knowledge to take this empty position.
Luke asked, "What position?"
Elizabeth said, "The leader of NYPD's intelligence department, who's in charge of network information collection and analysis. To do this, you need to be able to collect intelligence and know some network technology. "
He finally understood.
In Los Angeles, he would ask Elizabeth to learn some network technology when she was completing missions. It didn't have to be too advanced, but she had to at least understand the basics.
In the future, cases would definitely involve the Internet more and more; it wouldn't be wrong for her to get involved early.
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