Chapter 77: My Female Tenant (5000 words) (Page 1/2)
Finch frowned, David's words were indeed correct.
If possible, who wouldn't want to directly carry out a decapitation strike?
But now they don't have any leads.
"You're talking about the City Council? There are 15 people there, how can we distinguish who is from HR?"
David smiled slightly:
"There are indeed their people in the City Council, but that guy is not the leader, just a lieutenant.
I'm talking about HR's true controller in New York, the Chief of Staff to the Mayor—Quinn.
Taking him down means we've found all HR members."
Hearing Quinn's name, Finch, who had been paying attention to the changes in the city, frowned tightly again.
"Quinn? Senator Walker's chief of staff who is running for Mayor? I remember his reputation is very clean."
Seeing that David was about to say something else, Finch said with a bitter smile first:
"Alright, alright, I know, is it the Machine that shared the footage with you? I'll pay attention to him.
However, given the extensive reach of HR personnel, I suggest bringing them to justice to wipe out HR in one fell swoop."
David nodded, indicating that he had no problem.
Next, Reese and McCall went to collect evidence, and Finch controlled the overall situation in the library.
Seeing that there was nothing else to do, David glanced at the sky which was starting to turn light, his face full of fatigue, and prepared to return to the Continental Hotel to sleep.
But just after he left the library, Root chased after him.
In her words, two people came in, and one person leaving would inevitably arouse suspicion.
So she insisted on accompanying David back to the Continental Hotel.
Looking at the Continental Hotel sign, a look of defiance appeared in Root's eyes.
Outside, she couldn't break through the Continental Hotel's network system.
But once inside and connected to the internal wireless network, everything would be different.
This was the reason she insisted on coming with David.
"David, how about you recommend me to the Continental Hotel?"
When Root insisted on following him out of the alley, David had vaguely guessed her thoughts.
However, he still pretended to have just noticed and said in surprise:
"Hmm? Do you want to be an operative too?"
Root's mouth curved slightly into a smile, and then a small pistol was pressed against David's back.
"Hehe, with my skills, can't I become a professional assassin?"
Feeling the cold muzzle on his waist, David was also not polite, and directly touched Root's cold and smooth hand, taking the pistol from Root, who did not resist.
"Alright, then I'll be your voucher, come in with me.
Remember, just let me handle the negotiation."
Then David extended his hand toward Root. Root nodded, put her hand in David's, and let him lead her into the lobby.
The lobby at this time was not as lively as usual, with only a few assassins sitting around chatting and drinking.
When they saw Root, their slightly blurry eyes, intoxicated with alcohol, suddenly lit up.
Although there were quite a few female assassins in the Continental Hotel, there were not many as striking as Root.
Of course, they all understood one principle: the more beautiful and charming a woman appeared in the Continental Hotel, the more dangerous she was.
But this could not stop them from making crude jokes and having fun.
After all, having a foul mouth isn't illegal, is it?
"Have you seen this woman? I know the measurements of every female assassin here, but I've never seen her. I really want to measure her myself."
"Maybe she's an assassin from out of town. Look at her face, she intentionally or unintentionally avoids the camera's detection. This ingrained habit is impressive."
"Hey, this kid is so brave, he even dares to hold her hand? Isn't he afraid of waking up at night missing a leg?"
Hearing this, the few assassins chuckled obscenely.
David heard the harsh laughter and told Root next to him to wait a moment.
Then, under Root's expectant gaze, he walked toward the only table in the lobby with three assassins sitting at it.
The assassins were not nervous when they saw David approaching.
After yesterday, they knew very well that this David was just one of the many physicians in the Continental Hotel.
Although David had John's shadow behind him, a retired assassin would not re-enter the game just because of a few verbal conflicts.
They didn't steal his car or kill his dog.
Moreover, they were not afraid of offending David. There were not many physicians in the Continental Hotel, but not few either. It's not like they would be so unlucky that when they were injured, David was the only physician left in the Continental Hotel, right?
So all three watched David approach with interest, and even didn't forget to make a couple of jokes:
"What's wrong, you can't handle it alone? Need your big brothers' help?"
"Well, sorry, big brothers can't handle thorny roses."
"Tsk, if you beg us, maybe we'll really go feel those little lady's strong and powerful long legs."
...
Facing the obscenities of the few people, David suddenly smiled.
Then he suddenly reached out and took the revolvers that the three had placed aside, and casually loaded one bullet into the cylinder, then casually spun it.
Clatter—click.
A crisp sound rang out.
The cylinder was fitted perfectly onto the revolver.
Bang!
David slammed the revolver on the table.
The three immediately sobered up significantly from their intoxication.
David looked at their surprised and uncertain expressions and smiled:
"You can't kill people in the Continental Hotel, so I can't kill you here.
But the rules of the Continental Hotel don't say you can't commit suicide.
So, do you dare to gamble your lives?"
Charon in the distance originally wanted to warn David that the rule here was no business on Continental grounds when he saw him take out a gun.
But then David's actions immediately silenced him.
This David must be crazy, right? He can even exploit this loophole?
Which assassin doesn't cherish their life? An assassin who doesn't cherish their life can't even pass their first contract!
That's why the Continental Hotel has never had a rule against suicide.
Unexpectedly, this David is like a madman, wanting to gamble his life with someone?
However, thinking that David had a brain tumor, this behavior seemed quite normal too.
And since David was exploiting a loophole in the rules, Charon had no legitimate reason to stop David's actions.
The three assassins had the same thought as Charon, their minds were filled with only one thought: this guy is crazy, right?
They originally thought David would come over and curse angrily in impotent rage, then slink away in embarrassment after their taunts.
Or roll up his sleeves and try to fight them, only to be beaten down by them in a few moves and lose face completely.
But David didn't choose any of them. He chose something that no one expected: Russian Roulette!
They worked hard on contracts as assassins not to play Russian Roulette!
They were sitting in the lobby and provoking others just for fun. It wasn't worth gambling their lives, was it?
But this David had basically challenged them to their faces. It seemed unreasonable for them not to make some kind of response.
The three looked at each other, and none of them showed any reaction.
No one wanted to gamble on that one-in-six probability.
In this kind of game of chance, whoever takes it seriously loses!
As for face? In the face of life, what is face?
As assassins, they don't care about face. If they can complete the contract, they can throw away any face.
So the three quickly made a decision.
The assassin who spoke first showed a fake smile on his face:
"Brother, there's no need for this. We were just talking trash. Don't take it to heart. I'll apologize to you, okay?"
David looked at him with a smile:
"Apologize? If apologizing was useful, what would we need this gun for? Choose, you first or me first?"
Seeing David's demeanor, a thought immediately flashed through the minds of the three.
This kid is probably really crazy, and the severe kind.
It's also their fault for having a foul mouth. Of all people to provoke, they had to provoke a lunatic?
That person gritted his teeth, took out a gold coin he had just earned, and at the same time gave a look to his two companions opposite.
"It was our fault. How about these three gold coins as compensation?
How about we buy our lives out of this roulette?"
David chuckled, accepted the gold coins, and turned to leave without saying a word.
Then, when he walked up to Root, he stuffed the three gold coins into her hand.
"Did you remember the faces of those three people? One gold coin buys one life. Kill them outside the Continental Hotel."
Root's mouth curved slightly, and she put away the gold coins.
She liked David's method, using their money to buy their lives. It was very reasonable.
Charon, who had witnessed everything, did not express any opinion on the scene that had just happened.
For him, as long as the stability within the Continental Hotel was maintained, that was enough.
As for the grudges outside, that was an external matter and had nothing to do with him.
However, there was one more thing that concerned him at the moment.
"Old rule, bringing guests means only half an hour's stay. If they exceed that..."
Charon's words were interrupted by David, who said:
"I'm vouching for her as an assassin."
Charon stopped talking and began to size up Root next to David.
Female assassins are rare due to natural physical disadvantages.
Most who apply at the Continental Hotel are for support roles.
"Hmm? Are you sure?"
"Sure."
Charon didn't waste words, pulling out a file from under the desk and handing it over.
"Alright, then she's yours.
This is the trial target, the reward is one gold coin, and the time limit is three days.
Upon completion, she will become an official member of the Continental Hotel and enjoy all its services.
However, if she stays here, it's still the old rule: one gold coin per day."
David shook his head:
"She's staying with me."
Charon glanced at David. Could the brain-damaged David still function in that way?
He doubted this very much.
But he wouldn't say such inappropriate words to his face.
"Alright, then I wish you a successful contract."
David nodded and walked toward the elevator with Root.
After the two left, the assassins who had just had three gold coins extorted by David stared with sinister eyes in the direction David had disappeared.
One of them gripped his wine glass so hard that his knuckles turned white.
"Damn it, I can't swallow this! The gold coin I risked my life for was just taken by him?"
"Even if you can't swallow it, you have to! John is standing behind him. Insulting him verbally won't do anything.
But if you dare to touch him, think about John's pursuit! No one can escape the Baba Yaga's pursuit!"
"Yeah, Bard, just let it go. It's also our fault for not having good judgment. Who knew this kid was a lunatic?"
But even with his companions' advice, Bard's heart was still full of anger.
They weren't top assassins like John who could easily complete contracts.
Every contract was a gamble with their lives just to get that small gold coin.
If it weren't for David's intimidating presence just now, looking like he was ready to gamble his life with them, he would never have taken out the gold coin.
Thinking back now, he just wanted to slap himself a few times. Why was he so cowardly just now?
Wouldn't it have been better to just gamble with him? A one-in-six chance, who knows who would be unlucky!
No, he had to vent this anger!
However, he didn't expect that he, who thought he was the hunter, had actually been targeted as prey long ago.
...
In the elevator, Root looked at David's profile and said:
"So, we'll be living together next?"
David nodded:
"If living together counts as cohabitation, then yes.
The single rooms at the Continental Hotel are very luxurious, so I'll sleep on the bed and you can sleep on the sofa."
Root was taken aback. Make her sleep on the sofa? How could she tolerate this?
"No way, how can you let a lady sleep on the sofa? Are you even..."
"I'm a patient."
Hearing these words, Root, who had felt a little offended, immediately calmed down.
"I'm sorry, I forgot about that."
"It's okay. I have to go to work in four hours, so I'll go straight to sleep after we get inside.
You can figure out the other things yourself."
Root looked at David with complex eyes. So, a girl as beautiful as her couldn't arouse any interest from him when she was by his side?
Or was David just saying that?
Soon, Root knew that David wasn't just saying that, because she saw him take painkiller pills like candy.
Then he took a few sleeping pills, fell straight back onto the bed, and went to sleep, clearly exhausted to the extreme.
Thinking back to when she first met David, he seemed to have never stopped.
Forcing himself with his sick body to arrange so many things, a trace of sympathy flashed in Root's eyes.
Root didn't disturb David and tiptoed into the bathroom to take a shower.
Meanwhile, David, lying on the bed, quietly opened his eyes. He couldn't completely trust Root; the instant sleep just now was faked.
His head hurt terribly, how could he fall asleep instantly?
When he saw the silhouette on the frosted glass of the bathroom.
David finally confirmed that Root had sincerely joined his team and had no ill intentions toward him, only then did he fall into a deep sleep.
In the morning, David was woken up by a delicious smell.
Opening his eyes, he saw Root walking over with a plate of homemade bacon and egg sandwiches plus a glass of orange juice.
Root, who had lived alone for many years, had already maxed out her life skills.
The breakfast she made was naturally much tastier than the street food David usually ate to get by.
However, just as David was enjoying the delicious food, he felt a little suspicious about how Root was suddenly making breakfast with hands that usually typed, when Root's voice sounded at the right time:
"I'm not staying for free. From now on, I'll handle your daily needs. Consider it payment for the rent, how about that?"
David gave an OK gesture. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly realized he was wearing a bathrobe instead of the suit from last night.
So, Root changed his clothes last night?!
Crap, he was seen naked!
David, though horrified inside, remained calm on the surface, as if this was just a trivial matter.
He pretended to walk to the closet to get new clothes and casually instructed:
"Oh, right, don't bother washing the clothes. Just call room service and have the Continental Hotel staff handle it."
Root nodded:
"I saw your boxers were a bit old, so I've thrown them all away. The new ones are still on their way.
You'll have to make do today."
David, who was looking for underwear, suddenly froze. Did something happen last night?
But under the effect of painkillers and sleeping pills, he really couldn't remember.
Also, what to do without underwear? Waiting online, urgent.
...
David, appearing at the hospital entrance, stiffly adjusted his stance.
Because he timed his arrival at work perfectly, he had no extra time to buy a set of underwear.
So, he was currently going to work commando.
Fortunately, the white coat was large enough to cover everything.
Otherwise, he would definitely be reported for inappropriate behavior by patients!
Taking a deep breath, David tried his best to ignore the commando state and the sensation of friction, walking awkwardly toward the diagnostics department.
David was determined not to walk today if he could sit.
But just as his butt touched the seat, House walked in, muttering curses with a patient file in his hand.
"Headache, disorientation... they come to me for treatment even after eating bad sushi?
Is it just because he's a senator running for Mayor?
I'd rather spend three minutes treating his illness sitting on the toilet getting paid to look at something interesting."
Hearing House's complaint, David's expression shifted slightly.
Senator? Running for Mayor? Could it be Walker, who Quinn is assisting?
This is practically him delivering himself to me.
"David, go do some routine checks on our future Mr. Mayor."
"Okay."
David slowly stood up and slowly walked out.
House looked at David's state and found it strange, asking Cameron next to him:
"Did David eat something bad today?
Usually, he's more proactive than anyone when doing these things.
The way he is today, even my ninety-year-old grandmother in a wheelchair walks faster than him."
Cameron shrugged, indicating she didn't know either.
"He does seem a bit different today. According to Chase, he usually goes for a walk around the emergency department before returning to diagnostics.
But today, he didn't go anywhere, just sat in the conference room and did nothing."
House's heart stirred, and he had a guess.
Could it be that they didn't support David yesterday, causing his enthusiasm to be dampened?
Speaking of which, it really was their fault.
Who knew that just a few minutes after that incident, there would be new changes from the board?
House sighed softly. He wasn't someone who knew how to apologize.
In the current situation, David could only get through it himself.
Hearing House's sigh, Cameron also remembered the firing incident from yesterday.
She also felt guilty about it.
"How about I go help him? Seeing how distracted he is, I'm afraid he might make a mistake."
House glanced at Cameron, thinking to himself that she probably wanted to go comfort David.
But that's fine too.
"Go ahead."
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