Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 43

“Ahem, at the Continental Hotel, whenever an employer posts a bounty, it is sent out to every assassin via mass text message. Of course, Mr. Wayne, as a newcomer, you can also view past bounties in the hotel lobby,” Charon explained somewhat helplessly to Broly.

“As for the test mission, it’s just a customary procedure. Mr. Wayne, you simply need to choose any bounty to complete.”

The test missions aren’t challenging; the Continental receives over twenty bounties daily. Most of the targets are not very demanding.

Broly had eaten about ten steaks and ordered a glass of sherry to cut through the richness.

“Can the ones I just ordered be charged to Winston’s account?”

Charon’s face fell; he dared not charge the more than ten steaks to Winston’s account and had to grimace as he went to the counter to pay.

With his stomach now comfortably filled, Broly could again play the part of a wealthy young master. With Saiyan’s visual and auditory acuity and martial prowess, he quickly grasped everyone’s movements and instantly learned noble etiquette.

Elegantly swirling his sherry, he took a sip.

“Quite a fine Manzanilla dry sherry, likely from Sanlúcar, given the saltiness and moisture brought by the sea breeze, making it denser and more detailed than other sherries. This rich sweetness is very suitable for after-dinner.”

He repeated a lady’s tasting notes sitting three rows of seats away, combined with his handsome and unruly appearance, actually stunning Charon for a moment.

But Charon quickly came to his senses. Could you wait until they clear this massive stack of plates from the table before playing it cool? Right now, you’re just giving off a strong sense of dissonance.

“Mr. Wayne, let’s go and pick up your test mission first. Those so-called easier tasks are always snapped up as soon as they’re released. Perhaps you could stay a few nights at the Continental Hotel, and if a suitable mission comes up, I’ll notify you immediately,” he said to Broly.

As the Continental Hotel’s lobby manager, Charon was adept at managing even the most difficult assassins and could engage them in conversation. Especially the recruits, who were the easiest to invest in, Charon never skimped on spending money and services to build good relationships with them.

This was also why he had been able to work securely at the Continental Hotel for over a decade.

“No need, let’s go check out the missions now. I prefer to pick my targets,” Broly said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Charon shrugged, unable to stop a man bent on courting death, and led Broly back to the lobby.

On a somewhat secluded wall in the lobby, a blackboard hung, densely filled with names written in chalk, with a string of numbers beside each, symbolizing the bounty available after their assassination.

“Once an assassin gains enough reputation, employers hire privately. Having one’s name on this blackboard can make the prey cautious in advance, increasing the difficulty of the hunt.”

Broly glanced at the blackboard and pointed to the top-listed name, Dave Boyle.

“Who is this guy worth three and a half million dollars?”

He had only made $800,000 for taking out Chapo in Mexico. Although the price of a life in New York is undoubtedly higher than in Mexico, this Dave Boyle must be no ordinary man.

Charon thought Broly was just inquiring and dutifully explained:

“Dave Boyle is the boss of the Greyhound Gang in Ireland, targeted for a bounty because he secretly swallowed up the gold shipments. Goldie’s right-hand man met with an accident and had to rush to Mexico to maintain order there, so he simply put up the money at the Continental Hotel for Dave’s head.”

Broly crossed his arms,

He hadn’t realized that this bounty seemed to be related to him. “Little brother, you seem unsure which mission to choose. By now, all the easy tasks have been taken, and choosing one would be a waste of time and might even offend other assassins. How about joining me instead? I’ve got a very lucrative job on the side, and seeing how charming you look, why don’t we complete it together?”

A seductive matron approached, swaying her slender waist. Her green evening gown shimmered under the light-like scales, making her look like a tempting serpent.

The assassins who were here choosing missions subtly left. Charon’s face showed apprehension, but he said nothing. This woman, Ava Lord, despite being an assassin, had a notorious reputation. Ordinary assassins preferred hunting sheep, but this “serpent” liked to hunt both sheep and lions.

The Continental Hotel only prohibited assassins from killing each other within the hotel premises, taking a see-no-evil approach to killings outside.

Ava Lord often spied on other assassins’ missions, then played the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, capturing both the prey and the assassin. Many assassins, because they liked to carry their wealth with them or hide it in a secret location, were imprisoned by her, and she would torture them cruelly to reveal the location of their assets.

As a newcomer dressed in expensive clothes, she directly targeted Broly.

“Sorry, ma’am, I prefer to work alone.”

Broly politely refused.

After hearing the word “ma’am,” Ava Lord’s seductive body stiffened abruptly, then seemed even more serpent-like, like a venomous snake that had been angered.

“Then I’ll take on Dave Boyle’s mission. Is there more information about him?”

Broly said.

“Goldie did provide detailed information about Dave Boyle when he posted the bounty. It only costs a gold coin, but Mr. Wayne, are you sure you don’t want to reconsider? The Greyhound Gang is a large faction with over eighty gunmen.”

Eighty-plus gunmen might not be much in Mexico, but that’s a significant force in New York. Several assassins had eyed this mission, but knowing they couldn’t complete it alone, they gathered familiar assassins to tackle it together.

“No need to reconsider. Give me his intel.”

Hearing about the eighty gunmen, Broly was even more pleased; it was like getting eighty for the price of one. He took out a gold coin and flicked it to Charon.

Charon caught the coin and said no more. In his view, Bruce Wayne might be a fool who doesn’t know the gravity of the situation, or perhaps he has some unknown tricks up his sleeve. But it was no concern of his, as he had done his duty.

Thinking this, he subtly glanced at Ava Lord. Perhaps dying at the hands of Dave Boyle would be a decent end, certainly better than falling into Ava Lord’s clutches.

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