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Chapter 218 – The Continental’s Payment · Oct 11, 2026

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201 Chapter 201 – The Funeral Banquet 2026-10-11
202 Chapter 202 – The Reading of the Will 2026-10-11
203 Chapter 203 – Leaving Switzerland (Bonus ) 2026-10-11
204 Chapter 204 – Returning to Los Angeles 2026-10-11
205 Chapter 205 – Goals and Regrets 2026-10-11
206 Chapter 206 – The Situation in Los Angeles 2026-10-11
207 Chapter 207 – An Unexpected Yet Expected Development 2026-10-11
208 Chapter 208 – Another Job Offer 2026-10-11
209 Chapter 209 – The Steel Body Who Just Couldn’t Be Bothered 2026-10-11
210 Chapter 210 – I’m Just Not in the Mood 2026-10-11
211 Chapter 211 – The Gunmen’s Dilemma 2026-10-11
212 Chapter 212 – The Los Angeles Continental Hotel 2026-10-11
213 Chapter 213 – Emergency Treatment ( Bonus) 2026-10-11
214 Chapter 214 – An Unexpected Surgery Opportunity 2026-10-11
215 Chapter 215 – John Wick 2026-10-11
216 Chapter 216 – Terms of Exchange 2026-10-11
217 Chapter 217 – The Servicer 2026-10-11
218 Chapter 218 – The Continental’s Payment 2026-10-11
219 Chapter 219 – The Tinkerer 2026-10-11
220 Chapter 220 – Everyday Patients, Part I 2026-10-11
221 Chapter 221 – As Long As It Heals 2026-10-11
222 Chapter 222 – Everyday Patients, Part II 2026-10-11
223 Chapter 223 – The Continental Hotel’s Management Office 2026-10-11
224 Chapter 224 – Surgical Experience at the Black Clinic ( Bonus ) 2026-10-11
225 Chapter 225 – The Bounty That Went Wrong 2026-10-11
226 Chapter 226 – Adopting a Pet 2026-10-11
227 Chapter 227 – Core Robot 2026-10-11
228 Chapter 228 – Emergency Online: The Brainwave Project 2026-10-11
229 Chapter 229 — Everyday Patients, Part III 2026-10-11
230 Chapter 230 – Money for a Life. ( Bonus ) 2026-10-11
231 Chapter 231 — Surgical Prep 2026-10-11
232 Chapter 232 — The Operation 2026-10-11
233 Chapter 233 — Payment in Hand 2026-10-11
234 Chapter 234 — Is Your Name Really That Famous? 2026-10-11
235 Chapter 235 — The Surgery Finally Completed 2026-10-11
236 Chapter 236 — A Greedy Demand 2026-10-11
237 Chapter 237 — The FBI Makes Its ( Bonus )Move 2026-10-11
238 Chapter 238 — A Way of Saying Hello 2026-10-11
239 Chapter 239 — Sheephole Valley 2026-10-11
240 Chapter 240 — The Night of Feeding the Tiger ( Bonus) 2026-10-11
241 Chapter 241 — The Laboratory 2026-10-11
242 Chapter 242 — The Watching Detectives 2026-10-11
243 Chapter 243 — The Raid 2026-10-11
244 Chapter 244 — The Failed Operation 2026-10-11
245 Chapter 245 — The Two Furys 2026-10-11
246 Chapter 246 — Fury’s Legacy 2026-10-11
247 Chapter 247 — The Assigned Mission ( Bonus ) 2026-10-11
248 Chapter 248 — The Bonning Family 2026-10-11
249 Chapter 249 — The Appendectomy 2026-10-11
250 Chapter 250 — The Successful Operation 2026-10-11

Chapter 218: Chapter 218 – The Continental’s Payment

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Despite understanding most of the Continental’s structure, there was still one thing Henry couldn’t quite wrap his head around.

> ”So... where do the coins actually come from?” he asked.

Charlie gave him a look that could curdle milk — the kind reserved for idiots asking why water was wet.

Henry had to elaborate:

> ”I know, I know — they’re minted by the High Table, obviously.

”But I mean, how do they actually enter circulation? Who got the first one?

”Take me for example. If I become a service provider, I’d be earning coins from clients.

”But where did their coins come from? Surely the High Table doesn’t just hand everyone a free coin and say, ’Here, go have fun spending this,’ right?”

Charlie frowned, then said,

> ”The Continental issues bounty missions. Each completed contract earns the executor one gold coin — plus the posted cash reward. That’s probably what you mean.”

> ”Only one coin?” Henry pressed.

> ”Yeah, one per contract,” Charlie confirmed.

”But for harder jobs — ones with higher bounties — more participants can each earn one.

> ”Roughly speaking: for every million-dollar bounty, one more person can qualify for a coin.

”So:

– A job under a million? One coin total.

– A million-dollar job? Two people, two coins.

– Two million? Three coins. And so on.

> ”But that still depends on the hotel’s discretion. If a solo top-tier hitter completes a five-million job on their own, they’ll get the full cash bounty — but still only one coin.

> ”That’s why I said coins are priceless. Exchanging them directly for money is always a losing deal.”

Henry thought about that and couldn’t help recalling the movies from his old world — John Wick.

When John smashed through the concrete of his basement floor and dug out that chest full of gleaming gold coins...

He finally understood what that really meant.

Each coin represented, at minimum, one life.

And with someone like Baba Yaga, there was no way he only took one per job.

The man killed like a storm — an entire mob for a car and a dog.

If that was his style every time, then that treasure chest wasn’t just wealth.

It was a mountain of graves.

Henry could practically imagine it:

> An angel in heaven asks a bewildered soul, ”How did you die?”

The man shrugs, ”No idea. It was my first day. I saw a guy walk in, got shot twice in the chest and once in the head, and... now I’m here.”

Cannon fodder really had no rights — not even in the afterlife.

As for Henry himself, he already had one Continental coin before all this.

He’d looted it off a downed gunman back when he and Tony Stark fought off the Continental’s hit squad.

So technically... it was stolen property.

Whether the Continental had rules against that, he didn’t know — and doubted they could even track a coin’s lineage anyway.

Who’d care whether it was earned or taken?

At the time, he thought the gunman had just been careless, carrying his fortune on him.

But now Henry realized — that coin had probably been the poor bastard’s entire net worth.

Charlie, as if remembering something, added:

> ”Actually, there’s another way to make cash directly, without dealing in coins. You might find that more your speed.”

Henry raised an eyebrow.

> ”Oh? What way?”

> ”Information,” Charlie said.

”The Continental’s intelligence division pays for news. Any intel you pick up on the street — you can sell it to them.

> ”They’ll judge its value and pay accordingly.

”And don’t underestimate what might be valuable. Something you think is trivial might be gold to the right buyer.

”Of course, once it’s already in the papers, it’s worthless.

> ”They also post active intel bounties — those pay better. Even a hint or a lead can earn a payout.

> ”When work’s slow, even contract killers like us sell info to make ends meet.

> ”Right now, the biggest-paying intel bounty is for identifying the clown who helped the X-Men fight aliens last summer.”

...Henry froze.

Should he turn himself in for the reward?

The thought flickered and died almost immediately. Instead, he feigned ignorance.

> ”I thought that was just a tabloid hoax. The place with the most ’aliens’ is Hollywood — or maybe Area 51.”

Charlie shrugged.

> ”If it’s on the Continental’s intel board, it’s real enough.

”Maybe they weren’t actual aliens — could’ve been mutants with weird looks.

> ”But that battle definitely happened. Aside from the X-Men and the Brotherhood, there was one unknown fighter in clown makeup.

”He drew a lot of attention, so people want to know who he was.”

Henry asked, pretending to be intrigued:

> ”And after all this time, no one’s figured out who he might be?”

Charlie’s eyes darted mischievously.

> ”Rumor from some government contacts — they suspect it was River Phoenix, that Hollywood pretty-boy actor.”

Henry almost laughed aloud.

When he’d disguised himself as the Joker back then, he’d literally reshaped his facial muscles to match a photo he’d found in a magazine — River Phoenix’s face, chosen on a whim.

Apparently even with all that makeup, the tech of this world could still reconstruct what was underneath.

Good thing he’d had the foresight to change his bone and muscle structure. Otherwise, his true face would’ve been plastered across every intelligence file in the country by now.

He couldn’t help but think: no wonder superheroes and villains alike always wore masks.

Even if it wasn’t about privacy, it spared them endless hassle.

Still, he wondered what effect that rumor might’ve had on the real actor.

From what Henry remembered of his original world, River Phoenix had been a gifted but troubled soul — gone too soon from an overdose.

Henry sighed softly.

> ”River Phoenix, huh...”

Charlie chuckled.

> ”Thinking of going after him? Don’t bother. Ever since that rumor surfaced, plenty of people have been watching him.

> ”They’ve been hoping to catch proof — but all they’ve gotten are boring, unrelated photos they end up selling to tabloids.

”The clown hasn’t appeared again since. Nobody knows why.”

> ”What a shame,” Henry said, feigning disappointment.

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