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Ch. 227 The Female Assassin Seeking Help
🕑 Added 2023-12-24 16:01:01 +0000 UTCJustice League Headquarters.
Interrogation Room.
"Long time no see!"
After arriving in the interrogation room, Russell was the first to speak.
Seeing Russell enter the interrogation room, Perkins initially tried to get up, but as soon as she exerted herself, the wounds on her body sent intense pain throughout.
"Long time no see!" Perkins endured the pain in her body and said slowly.
Watching the renowned and cold-blooded assassin in the killer world in her current state, Russell was curious about what she had gone through. While he had known Perkins for quite some time, he had never seen her in such a sorry state.
Usually, assassins who were injured would find a safe place to hide to avoid their enemies getting wind of it and seeking revenge. Although Russell wasn't an enemy of Perkins, their relationship hadn't reached a point where they could offer each other sanctuary.
After using his X-ray vision to examine Perkins' current condition, Russell realized that her condition was worse than it appeared on the surface. To be precise, without medical assistance, Perkins had at most an hour to live due to internal bleeding, fractured ribs, and several gunshot wounds.
In fact, even without using his X-ray vision, anyone could tell from the blood under Perkins' chair that her condition was far from good.
"I'm sorry, but I wouldn't have come here without good reason if I had anywhere else to go," Perkins said, enduring the pain, with sweat beads the size of soybeans dotting her elegant and cold face.
"To have ended up like this, I wonder what you've been through," Russell said.
He and Perkins had known each other for some time, but he had never seen her in such a pitiful state.
"Let's put that aside for now," Russell continued as he took a seat across from Perkins."Let's put that aside for now," Russell continued as he took a seat across from Perkins.
Although Perkins' current state was far from good, she wouldn't die immediately, so Russell planned to ask his questions first and then decide whether to help her.
"It wasn't a contract; it was the Continental Hotel."
"Continental Hotel?"
"Why would the hotel target you? Did you kill someone inside the hotel?" Russell continued to inquire.
"No, I didn't violate any of the hotel's rules. In fact, I don't know why the hotel would come after me, but the people who came after me were definitely sent by the hotel."
"You should be familiar with this," Perkins said and took a small metal object out of her pocket, tossing it to Russell.
Although it was stained with some blood, Russell didn't mind and caught the small object Perkins threw to him.
It was a unique-looking small badge, not much larger than a coin on the high table.
For ordinary people, it was just a unique-looking small badge with nothing special about it. However, for the assassins of the Continental Hotel, this badge was anything but ordinary.
This was a badge that only elite members of the Continental Hotel's direct assassins were qualified to receive.
Assassins with this badge could use all the Continental Hotel's services for free.
In simpler terms, this badge was the membership card of the Continental Hotel's direct assassins.
"Taking down a direct assassin from the hotel... it seems your strength has improved," Russell said as he set down the blood-stained badge with a smile.
Moreover, not all elite assassins were eligible to receive it. Only those elite assassins recognized by the high table could obtain this badge, which allowed them to use all of the Continental Hotel's services for free. As far as Russell knew, the Continental Hotel had issued fewer than ten of these badges in total.
He had had a chance to obtain one, but in the end, the high table hadn't given it to him. It wasn't that his abilities weren't up to par, but the high table was well aware of the little secrets between him and Winston.
"These are what that guy left behind," Perkins pointed to the wounds on her body with a bitter smile.
"Although you've paid a significant price, you're still alive, which means you're stronger than your opponent," Russell said with a smile.
"The other party was careless; otherwise, the one who died would definitely have been me."
Perkins was well aware of how she had managed to survive. If it hadn't been for the fact that her attacker had seen that she was a woman and was also quite attractive, having some inappropriate thoughts, she would never have had any chance.
"Alright, let's not dwell on that."
"Why would the Continental Hotel send direct assassins to kill you, and elite ones at that?" Russell pointed to the badge on the table.
"I don't know much more than what you already know. I only know that the Continental Hotel hasn't just come after me; they've also targeted others."
Perkins' tone grew weaker and weaker.
"Are you sure you haven't done anything to anger the hotel recently?"
"I absolutely haven't. I'm not as reckless as you!"
"Why would the hotel openly send elite assassins to kill you, especially such high-profile ones?"
Russell gestured to the badge on the table.
"I wish I knew. Right now, I'm quite curious myself. But you can't deny me some emergency assistance. I've lost a lot of blood by now."
Perkins looked at Russell with a pleading expression.
Although there were some bruises on her face and bloodstains, Perkins' attractiveness was still evident.
"I can help you, but I hope my assistance will be duly rewarded. Do you understand?"
Russell said slowly.
"Understood!" Perkins nodded earnestly.
Seeing Perkins' face growing paler, Russell raised his right hand, and a white tendril emerged.
Although he didn't know what this white tendril could do, seeing it, Perkins couldn't help but swallow hard.
The white tendril quickly reached Perkins and wrapped around her left hand.
Healing!
Once the white tendril attached itself to Perkins' left hand, Russell didn't hesitate and immediately used the extraordinary healing power of the King's Serum.
Perkins, who had been teetering on the brink of death, quickly felt an indescribable vitality surging through her body.
In the blink of an eye, all her wounds disappeared, and her abnormally pale complexion due to excessive bleeding returned to a healthy, rosy color.
After healing all of Perkins' injuries, Russell withdrew the white tendril and continued to ask, "Now, you can tell me everything you know."
