"It's me." After Kai made a few calls to ask someone to check on Samantha, he picked up his personal phone and called Frank. "Are you still looking for trouble with the Irish?"

Frank, of course, gave the answer in the affirmative.

"Then let's stop for a moment. You scared others, and some people even called the police. Don't worry about Grotto anymore. He's just a small character. By the way, you don't just remember to arrest him.

Are you a human? Do you want to ask something?"

Kai has no interest in a gangster of Grotto's level. Frank might be interested, but now he is in the hands of the police. Even if he looks at Kai's face, Frank will endure it. Anyway, it won't be too late to kill him next time he encounters him.

.

"I did find something."

"Tell me."

Kai picked up the coffee Misty brought and took a sip. Damn it, it was cold and so bitter. Kai never liked coffee, but Lao Mei liked it very much. He wished he could drink it anytime and anywhere. I don’t know what’s wrong with it.

.

"They were able to catch me because they got the news in advance, and the news came from a supplier."

"who?"

"I don't know..." Frank said depressedly. "You acted too quickly that day and killed their boss. The rest are just minions who don't know much."

"That's it..." Kai was also a little embarrassed. He really didn't think much about it at the time. "It's okay. Look for more groups that buy fans. Since we are suppliers, there is no reason to only do business with one. You can always find that guy.

."

In the business of buying fans, there are not many suppliers, and no supplier only deals with one supplier, because the risk is too great. So it is not difficult to find suppliers, just find more suppliers who sell fans.

You can definitely find it.

"I see."

"By the way, don't make any big noise and let me calm down for two days."

"Got it." Frank hung up the phone, not wanting to hear Kay beeping.

"Tsk...how rude."

Kai pouted, put down the phone, and called his secretary in.

"Misty, I'm here first. If nothing happens later, don't wake me up."

"I know!" Misty was still full of energy. This girl had been injured before, but it wasn't serious. She was just scratched by a bullet. Seeing that the bureau was short of manpower, the girl came back to work directly with the injury.

Although I can only do clerical work, I still help everyone share some work.

Kai picked up a blanket, wrapped himself up, then put down the backrest, lay down on the office chair and fell asleep.

At this moment, 175 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan Island, is located in a triangular block at the intersection of 23rd Street, Broadway Avenue and Fifth Avenue, which is called the Flatiron District. A car parked nearby, and a well-dressed man

A handsome man walked out of it. He was carrying an old suitcase in his hand, and with the hat and coat, he looked a bit like an American gentleman during the prohibition period.

The man carried his suitcase and walked into the Continental Hotel located here.

The Continental Hotel is a hotel with a long history. This hotel was located here about 110 years ago. But surprisingly, in this commercialized society, this hotel still adheres to a very ancient style.

, they never use high technology such as computers, and all check-in procedures are handwritten. They are not even willing to advertise. In their words, they will use the best service attitude to make every guest feel at home!

However, this society is always so strange. The more different you are, the more people will pursue you.

In short, this very stylish hotel always attracts some highly respected guests.

"Welcome to the Continental Hotel, sir. Do you have a reservation?"

The shape of this hotel is very interesting. It is a triangle, so after entering from the gate, the reception hall inside is not big. There is only one person at the reception desk, a tall and thin black man wearing a suit.

Meticulous and eye-catching, it gives people an extremely professional and rigorous feeling.

"Make an appointment?" The man tilted his head, looking a little confused.

"I'm sorry, sir." The black man spoke with a bit of a tongue-in-cheek accent. I don't know where his accent comes from. Maybe it's a French accent? "Our hotel is a membership system. If you don't make a reservation in advance, or you don't have membership qualifications, we won't accept you."

"That's it." The man nodded thoughtfully, but then his voice changed: "Then what will happen if I insist on moving in?"

The black man's expression did not change at all, but he still said very politely: "I'm sorry, this does not comply with our regulations."

"My name is Hannibal." The man said softly: "Of course, my original name was not this, but other people called me that, and I thought it sounded pretty good, so I called it this name."

The moment the man said his name, the already quiet reception hall became even quieter.

The black man who had always seemed very professional also changed his expression.

Hannibal.

This name may not appear frequently, but there is no doubt that his name is definitely famous. And he is a madman! An extremely dangerous madman!

The black man swallowed, and then said calmly: "Mr. Hannibal...what do you need...for service?"

Hannibal did not answer his words in a hurry, but took a few steps back and took a deep breath.

"Suck...ha."

He seemed to be enjoying himself, but this gesture made everyone present feel a chill. You know, this is a lunatic.

"You know, human souls have a smell. What demons like most is human souls, but their preferences are completely different." After saying that, Kai turned and walked towards the door. He gently closed the hotel door, and then

Locked. "Some demons like pure souls, because purity is like sweetness. No one can refuse sweetness, and the same goes for demons. Some souls are full of sin. That kind of soul is like pepper, so exciting that it makes people uncomfortable.

Lower your mouth, but some demons can't stop being stimulated."

At this time, everyone present already felt that something was wrong.

Many people had already drawn their guns.

The Continental Hotel does not allow the use of force.

But no one thought that Hannibal, a madman, would abide by such rules.

"The Continental Hotel does not allow the use of force! Mr. Hannibal, there is no conflict between us. I don't want unnecessary misunderstandings between us!"

Snap!

The last lock on the door was closed by Kai.

"Misunderstanding? No, no, no. There is no misunderstanding. I'm just here to find you." Hannibal put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked to the front desk: "Haven't you heard of my legend? My hunting targets will only target those

People full of sin. As I just said, some demons like souls full of sin."

When the black man saw this scene, he knew there was nothing he could do, so he drew his gun, pointed it at Hannibal, and pulled the trigger.

Other guests also shot at the same time!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

A dense rain of bullets was fired at Hannibal, and almost instantly, Hannibal was beaten into a sieve.

For about three minutes, those present probably fired more than thousands of rounds of ammunition.

Only when the gunfire gradually died down did everyone recover.

Looking at Hannibal still standing, everyone still felt a little unreal. This... is it over?

But just when everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly Hannibal's body moved.

"Oh...this suit is very expensive...I quite like it."

Hannibal's magnetic voice was like a reminder to the evil spirits in hell to other people's ears.

"This, this, this... what kind of monster is this?!!!"

"Calling others monsters... is really rude." Hannibal rolled his eyes at the person who shouted that sentence, and then laughed again: "But it's okay, now there are two real monsters coming to greet you.

!”

Along with Hannibal's words, wisps of dark smoke floated out from the bullet holes all over his body.

The dark fog gathered and formed a huge, sticky black mass that was still surging.

Sudden!

Blood red eyes opened from the black mass!

"Go on, be good and eat cleanly. Otherwise it will be very troublesome to clean up."

Roar!!!!

Hannibal responded with two violent roars!

Then... the Continental Hotel turned into hell. Roaring and wailing echoed throughout the night, but surprisingly, no one outside felt anything about it.

All night long, no one left the hotel.

…

Kai slept for a few hours before being woken up.

"Director!" Misty suppressed a smile and reported the situation to Kai: "This little fat guy Fudge is very brave. He even dares to fight against people from the District Attorney's Office? He also has to call the federal prosecutor for consultation, haha. Samman

Shah’s face is going to be blackface.”

Kai had a question mark on his face: "Isn't she black?"
To be continued...