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Hell's Kitchen, The Continental

"Manager, a lot of assassins are demanding to check out and get their gold coins back," said the new Continental Hotel butler,addressing the hotel manager, Winston.

Hearing this, Winston frowned. "Why?"

The Continental Hotel was no ordinary establishment—it certainly wasn't a charity. It was an organization designed specifically to provide sanctuary for assassins.

"They believe our branch is compromised," the butler stammered. "They think we can't guarantee their safety anymore. They're demanding refunds."

Winston's expression darkened. He already knew the federal government's announcement to flatten Hell's Kitchen would cause ripples—but he hadn't expected panic this quickly.

This branch of the Continental had only been open a month.

Before Winston could respond, a waiter suddenly burst in, panic etched across his face. "Manager! Trouble! Someone's threatening us with a gun—demanding their gold coins back!"

"What?!" Winston's face twisted in fury. Someone dared to draw a weapon here? In the Continental? Were they not afraid of death? Or had they mistaken the Hell's Kitchen branch as weak, vulnerable?

He stormed out of the elevator into the main lobby—and the scene that greeted him made his eyes narrow.

Several armed assassins were holding staff hostage, shouting, "Give us our money back! Give us our money back!" Their faces brimmed with rage and frustration, as if the Continental owed them a personal debt.

Winston's cold gaze swept across them like a winter wind, sharp and chilling.

He already had a plan forming—but didn't act rashly. Instead, he opted for a more calculated approach.

Step by step, he approached the armed group. His movements were steady, purposeful.

His tone remained calm and commanding, an unseen weight pressing down on everyone in the room. "Are you sure you want to do this? Are you forgetting the rules of the Continental?"

One of the assassins scoffed, unfazed. "You can't even protect yourselves anymore. What rules? I only want to know—who the hell here can kill me?"

The other killers, emboldened by his words, chuckled in agreement. The atmosphere brimmed with arrogance and mockery, as if they held the upper hand.

But just as they were drowning in their own bravado, several sharp flashes of cold light sliced through the air.

Winston's eyes caught the blur—then silence.

The smug assassin, along with a few others holding hostages, suddenly dropped. Each had a clean bullet hole through the head.

Their bodies collapsed with lifeless finality, crimson spreading across the pristine carpet.

The lobby fell into a chilling silence. The only sound was the soft, rhythmic drip of blood.

Everyone stood frozen in disbelief.

Winston himself was briefly stunned. Someone had killed on his grounds—and yet, as he turned toward the hotel entrance, recognition brought him relief.

A lazy voice rang out at the doorway: "I can kill you."

Two figures appeared at the entrance.

Marcus. And John Wick.

The moment the killers recognized them, whispers filled the air—low, fearful murmurs.

"It's the Baba Yaga…"

"He's the one who slaughtered an entire gang over a dog, right?"

"Why's he here? I thought he retired?"

"And that's Marcus—another legend."

The two men strode confidently toward Winston. Every step carried the weight of countless deaths. No one dared to move.

"Why are you here? I thought you were working security," Winston asked John Wick, a note of surprise in his voice.

"The boss called us," Marcus replied, his voice calm. "He figured someone would try pulling something at the Continental. So he sent his old friends to back you up."

Winston was visibly moved. Gratitude and respect for Alex Ray welled in his chest. He hadn't expected the man to think ahead—and deliver a solution so quickly.

"We can reminisce later. Time for business," John said coolly, cutting the moment short.

He turned his gaze on the assassins, eyes sharp.

"No one here wants to make trouble, right? This is Hell's Kitchen—the domain of Alex Ray, the Lord of Hell. If you're worried he can't handle the federal government, feel free to leave. But forget about your money."

He paused, then added with weight, "Or stay—and be content."

"Our Continental Hotel will protect you. The boss… is far more powerful than you can imagine. Got it?"

Though his voice wasn't loud, it carried an unmistakable authority. Everyone heard him. Everyone understood.

His gaze was laced with cold confidence and unmistakable threat: This is our ground. Play nice.

The killers looked into John Wick's eyes and found no room for argument. They nodded silently.

He had been the King of Killers. And clearly, he hadn't lost his edge.

John swept his gaze across the room once more. No one spoke. No one challenged.

"Good," he said. "I'll be around. If you have questions, come to me. But I don't like talking to people who are still breathing."

His words sent a shiver through the crowd—but also instilled a strange reassurance.

With the Night Demon standing guard, they could rest easy. Trouble would have to go through hell itself to reach them.

As John finished, the would-be rebels dispersed from the lobby one by one.

Winston watched them go, then mused aloud, "I wonder if the other High Table elders will support the boss. Ah well… that's a matter for the higher-ups. I'm just a humble servant. None of my business."

With that, he led Marcus and John upstairs to catch up.

At the same time, far away, the elders of the High Table had convened.

The topic? The federal government's plan to eliminate Alex Ray's influence in Hell's Kitchen.

The atmosphere in the room was tense and grim.

Twelve massive screens represented the twelve elders. Eleven were lit. One remained dark—Alex Ray's.

His absence spoke volumes about his current situation—and the urgency of the meeting.

A female elder broke the silence with a mocking tone. "The High Table's met more times this year than the past five combined… and always because of one man. Elder Alex Ray really knows how to make waves."

A Japanese elder scowled. "At this rate, we'll need a new elder soon. I said from the beginning we shouldn't have let that bastard join us!"

His anger was clear—and so was his bias.

"I've got dibs on his territory," a white elder chimed in arrogantly. "Don't bother fighting me for it."

That set off a cascade of objections.

"Why should you get it?"

"Because you called it first?!"

The room descended into bickering chaos.

Until Elder Makutum, seated at the center, tapped his cane lightly. The sound echoed like thunder, instantly silencing the room.

He was the highest-ranking elder of the High Table—both in power and seniority.

His voice was deep and imposing. "That's enough. Have you forgotten why we're here?"

The room fell silent.

Makutum narrowed his eyes. "Alex Ray is not just an elder. He is the Lord of Hell's Kitchen. If the U.S. government succeeds in wiping him out, we'll lose more than one territory—we'll lose credibility."

The female elder raised a brow. "Then what do you suggest? Support him?"

Makutum's tone remained calm but firm. "No. We watch."

Everyone was stunned.

Makutum explained, "If he survives, he proves his worth. If he falls, then perhaps he wasn't fit to sit at this table. Either way, we gain insight."

The room was silent again, but this time, it was a thoughtful silence.

Only one thought rang through each elder's mind:

The game had begun.

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As the plot unfolds, it dives deep into the Spider-Verse, Avengers War and the Marvel Multiverse, weaving in epic elements from Endgame, God of Stories Loki, Kang the Conqueror, the Council of Kangs, the Council of Reeds, and even Franklin Richards.

Expect mind-bending twists with Deadpool breaking the fourth wall, going on a rampage that includes killing everyone... even the authors themselves.

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