The party begins, the third

Party in the dark The next morning, Anton arrived in Los Angeles.

  Los Angeles is where Hollywood is located, where celebrities gather, and reporters are much crazier than their counterparts in New York.

  A group of people holding cameras squatted at the airport exit without any concealment, waiting for Anton to come out.

  With their connections, as long as Anton gets on the plane, they know Anton's next destination.

  Even private planes are no exception, there will always be

  people who are bribed by them. At present, not only ordinary exits, but also VIP exits are guarded. Anton doesn't know how these reporters got in.

  There are spies at every exit

  . Los Angeles reporters can be said to be the king of intelligence in Los Angeles.

  Whether on the ground or underground, from small gossip to large international events, reporters can be seen everywhere.

  "Go back and fire everyone on the plane and replace them with a new batch."

  Anton looked ugly. After standing still, he looked around and saw a bunch of reporters at the door "looking eagerly", which gave him a headache.

  He knew that it must be the employees on the private plane who leaked his information.

  "Understood."

  Betty nodded: "Do you need me to call the airport security over?"

  "Call them over."

  Anton sighed. He really couldn't do anything with these reporters, and he himself lacked experience in dealing with reporters.

  As the behind-the-scenes boss of the Daily Bugle, he knew better than anyone that if he answered anything here, he might become the headline of the newspaper the next day.

  Don't doubt it, he is so well-known now.

  A few minutes later.

  Surrounded by a group of security guards, Anton got in the car and left, leaving no room for the reporters.

  During this process, a group of reporter friends who were madly squeezing forward put their cameras on Anton's face, as if they didn't need to ask anything.

  A group of people chased Anton's car and came to a mansion near Los Angeles.

  "What is he doing here?"

  A reporter was surprised.

  "Party."

  Another person answered: "Jim moved the celebration party forward to 8 o'clock tonight, and Anton came to Los Angeles just to attend this party."

  "What?"

  The man was surprised: "Shouldn't the party be tomorrow?"

  "It's one day earlier, and you don't know this? You should quit your job and go home to feed your children. This line of work is not suitable for you."

  His colleagues cast contemptuous eyes on him, as if they were looking at a waste.

  Time quickly turned from early morning to night.

  Anton, who had gotten enough rest and was full of energy, drove to the party venue.

  The female companion in the co-pilot was his personal assistant Betty.

  Seeing this, the reporter followed him again.

  At the same time.

  New York.

  Under Sloan's instructions, members of the Brotherhood appeared near the Empire State Building.

  There were Fox Firefox, the Repairman, the Gunsmith, Mr. X, the Pesticide, the Butcher and others.

  Almost all the members were dispatched to deal with Carlos.

  They are the top killers in the world.

  The reason why all the members were dispatched was because they knew how difficult Carlos was to deal with.

  Carlos, who was once a companion, was a legendary figure in the Brotherhood who had never failed and was admired by countless peers. The

  terrifying gun fighting skills made the members of the Brotherhood extremely frightened.

  Even the killers under the High Table believed that Carlos was one of the most difficult people to kill in the world.

  The ranking was still above Sloan.

  To be honest, although John Wick was called the King of Killers in New York, if we really compare, he would definitely not be able to deal with Carlos, and at most he could be comparable to Fox Firefox and others.

  After all, if John Wick could kill Carlos, the High Table wouldn't be so afraid of the Brotherhood.

  But what these Brotherhood members don't know is that their actions, from beginning to end, are being watched by a pair of flashing red eyes.

  Whoosh!

  In the dark night, the extremely tall figure is hidden, with two long and pointed ears on his head, which looks like an anthropomorphic rabbit.

  ...

  Los Angeles, party time.

  One after another, big names arrived at the party venue to attend the celebration of the global box office of "The Dark Knight" exceeding 600 million.

  Reporters pressed the shutter again and again.

  The flash lights added a bit of drunkenness to the party.

  Of course, the reporters were stopped outside the door, at most they could shoot through the door, looking eager.

  A very small number of female reporters took the arms of the "big shots" and walked into the party venue arrogantly, attracting the envious and jealous eyes of countless male reporters.

  As one of the protagonists of the party, Anton stood at the door and greeted these big names.

  Some were familiar, some were not.

  At this moment, everyone seemed like old friends who had not seen each other for many years.

  Next to Anton was Jim Lambert, who had returned to the ranks of first-line producers with "Batman Begins".

  Jim was in high spirits at this time, sweeping away the decadence of previous years.

  "Batman Part 2, when are you going to shoot it?"

  Seeing that most of the guests had arrived, Jim finally took some time to chat with Anton, who had not seen him for many days.

  "It's already in the plan."

  Anton replied: "In addition to Batman, I currently have some other plans that are ready to be carried out simultaneously. Jim, what do you think about what I asked Betty to ask you?" "

  You mean joining your newly established DC company?"

  Jim hesitated: "This matter is related to my future career planning, you have to give me more time to think about it."

  "No problem, but I don't have much patience."

  Anton said lightly: "You know, you are not the only producer in Hollywood. Everyone is very attentive."

  Jim's face changed slightly, and he said seriously: "I know, I will give you an answer as soon as possible."

  "Okay, let's go in."

  Anton changed the subject: "Everyone who should be here is here, it's time to proceed with the next activity."

  After saying that, he walked towards the crowd.

  Jim pondered for a long time, looked at Anton in the crowd, smiled slightly, and then followed.

  Another ten minutes passed.

  Anton's eyes flashed.

  At this time, if someone observed his pupils, they would find that he seemed to see another picture.

  This picture does not belong to this party, but a deep darkness.

  ...

  New York, Empire State Building.

  Carlos disguised himself as a cleaner and shuttled between the corridors.

  In this decisive battle, it would be better to say that he deliberately exposed his position, rather than saying that the Brotherhood discovered his traces, in order to deal a heavy blow to these top assassins of the Brotherhood with full preparation.

  Years of hunting and killing made him tired of this kind of life.

  He was ready to kill the masters of the Brotherhood at once.

  Either he died or his opponent died.

  Click!

  Suddenly, all the lights inside the Empire State Building went out, and the power was cut off.

  However, at this time of night, power outages were very common, and no one else noticed it. Only Carlos raised his eyebrows.

  It seems that the Brotherhood has entered the Empire State Building.

  As for the Brotherhood, when they saw all the lights above their heads go out, they also felt moved and thought that this was Carlos's work.

  Both sides did not know that a third party appeared in this decisive battle.

  And this third party was spying on everyone in the dark.

  　Yesterday, a friend posted a chapter in Chapter 39, saying that the protagonist was a little bit out of B-grade, so I changed a little dialogue, and then the chapter was gone, maybe it was swallowed! !

  　　I want to emphasize that I have not deleted anyone's comments or chapters so far - those that advertise and post group numbers do not count.

  　　As long as they are not very unpleasant, I will accept them calmly.

  　　That's all!

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