Marvel: The Superman Survival Guide

Chapter 40 Stepping Stone

Winston's face darkened; he had been at the Continental Hotel in New York for over forty years and this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

However, he could not allow the other party's provocation, but a question arose: would the other party really come?

"Notify Santino to come here and prepare the men. The Continental Hotel cannot be trifled with." After Winston finished speaking, he picked up the phone and dialed out, calling old Antonio.

"Mr. Antonio, your son has posted a bounty at the Continental Hotel in New York. They've come knocking and threatened to attack tonight. Do you know who they are?"

"..." Old Antonio was unaware of his son's condition; he had a terminal illness and would soon die.

Sloan, whom I met in Las Vegas, is the leader of the League of Assassins. This League of Assassins has a long history of over a thousand years, and they had no prior conflicts.

However, the Assassin Guild's code of conduct changed a few years ago, leading to friction between the two sides. But the Assassin Guild's assassins were more skilled than the Continental Hotel's killers, which meant they were simply too few in number.

The negotiations between the two sides were mainly aimed at preventing the Assassin's Guild from entering Italy, since that was the family's stronghold.

Both sides lost at the gambling table, so it's a draw.

"I didn't know about this. So Lin is a professional gambler, but for him to say this now, he seems to be more than he appears," said old Antonio. "You can give it your all, and if you need the council's help, I can assist you."

"I don't need any help right now, but I'd like Santino to come over tonight," Winston said.

"Okay, since he's the one who caused this, I'll let him go." Old Antonio hung up the phone.

……

Link drove home, opened his small armory, frowned, and then closed it again.

He turned and left home again, drove to the industrial area, found a small processing plant, and asked them to make throwing knives for him.

This time it's an indoor battle, so firearms aren't necessarily needed. I gave the boss $50,000 and told them to start focusing on making throwing knives. Link is making them in the style of willow leaf throwing knives.

With his own strength, he could easily penetrate any bulletproof suit.

He didn't plan to use his own weapons, since they were all from S.H.I.E.L.D., and this matter didn't require S.H.I.E.L.D.'s support; it was just the Continental Hotel in New York.

Moreover, he also wanted to have some distinctive features, since Hawkeye, Black Widow, and even Iron Rider were all codenames he created himself, and he wanted to create one as well.

He called Jessica and asked her to come to Tracy's house that evening, then hung up without explanation.

Jessica was definitely worried, but explaining it now would only make her more worried. Link also understood that he couldn't always appear too weak and low-key.

It's nice for the casino to invite you to participate in the games, but if a customer doesn't follow the rules, the casino will treat them differently depending on who they are.

Most people wouldn't act this way, but this Saint Dino is clearly far too arrogant.

Link, when he thought of the mainland hotel, also remembered this guy, who was a villain in "John Wick".

This guy has no moral compass. He hired a hitman to kill his own sister for a seat at the high table, and then put a bounty on the hitman's life, claiming it was to avenge his sister.

He continued down the path of doing utterly depraved things, even hiring hitmen after losing a card game.

He wasn't concerned about the money, but rather about his pride. He felt that Link had made him lose face, which wasn't unusual for him.

Moreover, Link could easily guess it was him, and now he has been given an opportunity. In S.H.I.E.L.D., he is not a core member for the time being. Nick Fury may be interested in cultivating him, but he still lacks a record.

Then I'll use the Continental Hotel in New York as my stepping stone.

……

It wasn't until 10 p.m. that Link finally stopped the factory and inspected it. There were hundreds of willow-leaf throwing knives.

The small factory didn't have strong processing capabilities, and they didn't have molds either. So they made the molds first before starting work. The $50,000 was worth them stopping work for a day just to serve Link.

Link left with his things; he was wearing jeans, Doc Martens, and a black cotton T-shirt.

He wore a sports waist pack, which contained his scalpel, and then drove to the Mainland Hotel, arriving an hour early.

He stopped far away, got out of the car and leaned against it, then took out a cigar and a bottle of bourbon, placed the bottle on the hood, and then carefully prepared the cigar.

He planned to slowly enjoy a cigar and a bottle of bourbon over an hour.

Inside the hotel, Winston was drinking tea in the terrace garden, while dozens of assassins were either sitting or standing in the lobby on the first floor, and there were also assassins in various rooms.

This time, Winston didn't use the hotel's resources, but instead gathered a large number of assassins here, with a bounty of $300,000.

Santino Antonio was also in the terrace garden, but he was unconvinced. He didn't believe that arrogant fellow could come here; he wouldn't have come if it weren't for his father's orders.

"Winston, you're being too cautious. Do you really think that person can kill his way this far?" Santino asked.

"No, I don't think so, but he's the first guy to provoke the Continental Hotel," Winston said. "So we have to take him seriously and make him pay the price as a warning to others."

Winston wasn't telling the truth. He actually thought there were two possibilities: one was that Link was killed to warn the others.

Another possibility is that Link and I really did come here, and he was going to hand over Saint Dino. As for what happens after that, that will have to be resolved by the High Table.

He did not intend to use his own power; there were also Santino's men outside, guarding the entrance to the terrace garden.

Link checked the time; it would be midnight in five minutes, and he couldn't afford to be late.

He picked up the bottle and downed it in one gulp, then slowly walked over with the cigar, reaching into his pouch and pulling out a throwing knife.

Arriving at the door, he checked the time; it was a few seconds short. Just then, he stepped through the gate.

The moment he entered, all the assassins in the lobby looked over. Link smiled, a cigar in his mouth, and said, "Hi..."

"..." Everyone moved and began to draw their guns, but they did not leave their weapons out.

"Whoosh..." Link flicked his wrists, and the throwing knives in his hands shot out, "Thud, thud..."

(End of this chapter)