In the corner of a stairwell in the hotel, the power indicator light of the camera flashed a few times and then returned to normal.
In the hotel's surveillance room, the surveillance images showing the stairs and corridors flickered for unknown reasons. Two security guards who were chatting frowned and looked at them, but when they saw the images returned to normal, they ignored it and continued chatting and laughing.
In a large suite on the top floor with curtains drawn, the sound of keyboard typing and similar to bullets being loaded continued to be heard, but was blocked by the door. In the spacious living room, four foreigners in black training uniforms were standing or sitting by the sofa, and a white woman with a golden ponytail was pointing at a notebook in front of her and saying something.
The layout on the laptop screen is exactly the same as the display in the hotel's monitoring room. The difference is that the contents displayed on the two screens are inconsistent.
"Here, look!"
The woman enlarged one of the images and pointed at the figure in the picture and said, "This woman came out of this room several times in a row, but her face was different every time! If there weren't several people living in this room at the same time, she was disguised as a detective! I just don't know if she is a colleague or a police officer."
"Let Rikkar go and find out. If she is in the same group, tell her to get out!"
A flat-headed man sitting next to the woman on the sofa spoke casually while wiping a silver pistol in his hand.
"Humph, why bother with a wounded wretch?"
Sitting on the sofa opposite was a large, white man with a face full of flesh. He was twirling a tiger-tooth saber in his hand and snorted coldly, "I can take care of him by myself!"
"Shaq, your biggest problem is that you underestimate your enemy!"
Behind the man and woman who were sitting together, a well-proportioned young man with earrings was standing there assembling a spear, muttering, "That man is a master. He escaped from the siege of more than a dozen people without using his gun! And he was only slightly injured. Can you do it?"
"Me?" The white man named Shaq grinned, "I can smash them all!"
"You haven't told me yet, what if that woman is a police officer?" the woman who had just spoken turned her head and asked.
There was a silence in the room, only a series of cold laughs. The woman narrowed her eyes, nodded and said, "I understand!"
In the corridor on the third floor, a white girl with short blond hair and a denim skirt, with a proud and freckled face, was chewing gum and walking towards a room with her slender waist swaying in a reckless pace.
However, when passing an empty room, the door suddenly opened and a figure flew over with a side kick. The little girl only had time to raise her arms in front of her before she was kicked into the room opposite with the door open.
The figure rushed out and kept kneeling forward, kicking her into the living room. Then he stood there, staring at the black hair under the flying blond hair across from her, sneering and kicking the door shut.
"Tui~ Damn..."
Yuan Xiaoxiao wiped her nose and rolled her eyes when she saw the red on her hands. Under the gaze of the other party, she raised her hand to pull off her wig, stood up and untied her skirt, revealing that she was wearing camouflage shorts with a paratrooper knife on them.
"Tsk tsk~ Nice knife!"
The exclamation came from the white woman with a black ponytail and smoky makeup at the door. The implication was that apart from the knife, there was nothing else worth praising about that person.
So even though Yuan Xiaoxiao kept moving, she just watched with interest and didn't stop her. After Yuan Xiaoxiao took off her loose T-shirt and was left with only a tight vest, she sneered, "You have a nice figure! But you have a disgusting smell!"
“Same here!”
Yuan Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to pull out the paratrooper knife.
On the fifth floor, Han Daxia squatted on the ground, facing a badger standing on the coffee table with an impatient look on his face, and asked worriedly: "Boss, do you understand what I said? Nod if you understand."
At this time, Han Daxia had a thick bandage wrapped around his arm and his waist. In the living room's trash can were blood-stained cotton balls and some dirty cloth strips.
"Are you fucking annoying? Damn it, you've repeated it three times, and you still want me to nod my head!" Wang Ping bared his teeth, first gave someone a "middle claw" and then nodded impatiently.
In a small woolen bag next to him were a bunch of turned-on charging cameras.
It was also thanks to the fact that a certain salted fish brought a complete set of equipment for this live broadcast. Apart from other things, he brought a lot of rechargeable cameras that can connect to wifi. Originally, it was for live broadcast, but now it has come in handy for a greater purpose.
Gu Laosan sat aside, rolling his eyes and pouting as he packed the first aid kit. He had inexplicably become a logistics staff member.
In the end, Han Daxia didn't assign him any tasks, but he found a badger. He wanted him to use his small size to go out for reconnaissance, and put the camera in a position that was both concealed and could capture the corridor.
On the coffee table at the feet of a badger, there was an open hotel memo, on which was a distribution map of hotel rooms that Han Da Xia had copied from the Internet.
He didn't expect that some badger could mark the room where these people were hiding on the map. As long as he could successfully place the cameras in the right positions, he could confirm it based on the footage.
At that time, all we need to do is make an anonymous phone call to report that someone in these rooms is doing something shameful. When the police arrive, we can retreat calmly without alerting the headquarters.
Han Daxia silently praised his own wit, but he looked at the badger with more and more worry. The more he thought about it, the more unreliable it seemed to be to put all his hopes on a badger.
After thinking about it, Han Daxia opened his mouth again, wanting to repeat it to the badger for the fourth time.
"Get lost! If you waste any more time, it will be dark!"
Wang Ping slapped someone on the arm that had just been bandaged, causing Old Han to shiver with pain. Then he turned around, jumped off the coffee table, ran into Gu Laosan's bedroom, and climbed down along the balcony.
In another suite on the top floor, two rooms away from the four men in black, several men in suits and white headsets were discussing something in a low voice.
“The atmosphere is not right!”
"Has the news leaked?"
"It's not easy to arrest him. I didn't expect he has so many accomplices!"
“What should we do? Should we notify the hotel to evacuate the tourists?”
"That would easily alert the enemy. We should first check their check-in information, have the hotel call them to trick them into coming downstairs, and then let them quietly leave on their own!"
At the end of the corridor, a gap quietly opened in an empty room, and a small black-haired paw stretched out from behind the door, holding a small pink mirror that it had found from somewhere, and looked at the corridor. After a pause, an object the size of a matchbox was thrown out from behind the door, drew an arc, and landed in the flowerpot beside the door.
“There’s a picture!”
In the room on the third floor, Gu Laosan suddenly pointed at the tablet and shouted.
"Let me see!"
Han Daxia hurriedly squeezed Gu Lang aside and looked at the picture taken from an oblique upward angle on the tablet. After zooming in to see the door number, he marked a mark on the hotel sketch beside him: "Well, this is the 7th floor... Phew, I didn't expect the boss to be so smart!"
"That's it!" Gu Laosan rolled his eyes and said arrogantly, "Don't you even look at whose badger it is!"
At this time, the phone in the living room suddenly rang. The two looked at each other, and Gu Lang picked up the phone at the signal of Han Daxia. I don't know what the other party said, but I saw that the face of a salted fish became more and more strange, and he said "huh", rolled his eyes and hung up the phone.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Gu Laosan's expression, Han Daxia frowned and asked.
"Hmm... The front desk said that my friend wanted to see me urgently and asked me to go downstairs." Gu Laosan snorted sarcastically, "You take me for an idiot! This must be a trick of the bad guys, trying to trick me out!"
"you… "
Old Han put his hand on his forehead, feeling powerless. Maybe they are right, you are just an idiot!