The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the sea, and the golden waves kept rushing over the beach, leaving rows of tiny foam. For some reason, the beach, which was usually very lively in the evening, was deserted today, looking empty and depressing.
Opposite the hotel, the riot police car stopped in the shadows behind the street corner, and only a few ordinary cars behind it continued to move forward, turning the street corner and driving towards the hotel parking lot. However, no one got out of the car after arriving, and behind the black glass, the fully armed soldiers waited silently.
"There's a problem! The atmosphere is wrong!"
In the suite on the top floor of the hotel, a young man dressed in black put down the curtain in his hand, turned around and spoke while walking quickly forward and picking up the assembled spear.
He looked up in surprise at the two men sitting on the sofa.
"Eh? Now that you mention it..."
The woman who was sitting nearby and looking at the two laptops frowned, then suddenly cursed, "Fuck! Just now, someone went out on every floor, but never came back!"
"The police are here? How did they get the news so quickly?" The leader-like man opposite Shaq frowned, "We checked in normally and our identities are all clean. If they were not sure, the police would not show up in such a large number."
"Should we evacuate immediately? If we evacuate now, most people will be able to get out." The woman looked up and suggested.
"Well... no hurry, let's go out and take a look first..."
The leader stood up, but did not walk towards the door. Instead, he glanced at Shaq and turned to pick up the goblet on the TV cabinet. "It may not be directed at us." Then he frowned and asked, "Has Rickard not replied yet?"
While the woman was frowning and shaking her head, the big guy who was originally sitting stood up and stopped the young man who was about to leave. He turned around and pressed his fingers while walking and said, "I'll go. It's a good time to exercise!"
In the corridor outside the door, three men in suits just walked out of a room. The man in the middle was holding a folder and flipping through something. Several people had headsets on their ears, and someone was making a report on the other side.
After walking a few steps, the door in front of him suddenly opened, and the burly Shaq walked out. After glancing at a few people, he turned away with a disdainful expression.
The man in the middle was stunned for a moment, frowned, and turned back the page he had just turned. On the long side was a faxed black-and-white photo, in which a bearded man with a fierce expression was looking directly at the camera.
"Hey! Stop!"
"Don't move!"
"Fuck!"
"Bang!"
Gunshots suddenly rang out, reaching far outside. Alarms rang in the corridor, and the young man and security guards who were forced to stay at the front desk could no longer remain calm. They dropped the pretend work at hand and turned around and ran out.
Several cars in the parking lot opened their doors at the same time, and fully armed special police rushed out and quickly blocked all exits. Riot police cars at the street corner also turned over, and a large group of police officers began to get out of the cars and surround the hotel.
This anti-terrorist exercise instantly attracted the attention of everyone around. Before the crowd could get close, a cordon was set up outside the area, prohibiting all vehicles and pedestrians from approaching.
In the penthouse suite, everyone's expression changed the moment the gunshot was heard.
The young man put his rifle on his back, took out two pistols, and turned to look at the leader who had just raised his glass of wine.
The glass of red wine was not drunk after all. The leader hesitated for only two seconds, then turned fierce and decisive. He grabbed Mike by the collar and said, "Start working! Team C blocks the entrance, Team B clears the area, and Team A takes the hostage to the top floor! And, I want that man alive!"
In the corridor, the mosaic has dyed the carpet red.
When the door opened, the person who walked out saw the three people lying on the right and Shaq sitting by the door with mosaics spitting out of his mouth. This strong man who claimed to be able to smash a dozen opponents had his lung pierced in one encounter.
At this moment, the strong man's face did not show fear of the coming death, but rather unwillingness and silence.
Opposite Shaq, the only man still breathing was holding his neck, fear in his eyes, mosaics flowing through his fingers. When he saw the three people appearing opposite him, his face involuntarily turned into a pleading one.
"What did I say? Your biggest flaw is that you underestimate the enemy!"
It was unclear whether it was a mockery or a sigh. With two muted crisp sounds, the three people walked towards the stairs with indifferent expressions. Behind them, whether it was Shaq or the other dying man, their eyes were now empty.
The originally peaceful hotel suddenly became chaotic, with gunshots and fighting sounds coming from every floor, and faint cries. Apparently, the hotel did not screen all the guests, and there were still unconfirmed guests and guests who had not come downstairs left in their rooms.
On the fifth floor, Han Daxia hid by the door of Wang Ping's bedroom with a gun, staring at the door with a serious face. Gu Lang walked away in the room behind him, changing his hand to a cup, then to a remote control, and finally, he wanted to remove the bed legs. He kept mumbling in his mouth, and no one knew what he was mumbling.
"Brother, dear brother! Can you be quiet for a moment?"
Han Daxia couldn't help it anymore, and turned around and shouted: "I can't concentrate if you do this!"
"I... How can I be quiet? The boss is still outside! I'm worried... Besides, you at least have a gun, but I don't even have a knife!" Gu Laosan's voice was trembling, and it was unclear whether he was scared or nervous.
"Listen to me..."
Han Daxia simply turned back and pushed Gu Lang to the back of the wall: "If you are nervous, take a deep breath and think of other things to distract yourself. For example, complex math problems or something..."
As he was speaking, gunshots were heard suddenly outside the door. Because it was so close, the loud noise made people ignore the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
Without caring about someone, Han Daxia quickly turned around and pointed the gun at the door, while glancing at the tablet on the water dispenser beside the door. At just one glance, his mouth opened wide.
In the corridor, three figures holding guns walked towards Gu Lang's room, one in front and two behind. Their target was clear and it was obvious that they had already had intelligence.
Just opposite Gu Lang's room, in the room where the original surveillance personnel were, two men in black, a man and a woman, were handcuffed to chairs with their heads lowered. Outside the open door, a man in a suit was lying on the ground, with the gun in his hand falling far away. With blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he was reaching for the gun.
There were two other people in the door, trying to pull him back, but the small laser dot reflected on the door frame made them afraid to show their heads.
The three men in black ignored the man who was destined not to get the gun, and just guarded against the attack from the door. As they continued to walk through an empty room, a chair suddenly flew out from the side.
"Fuck!"
“Bang!”
The chair hit the wall and rolled to the side. The two people at the back quickly turned to face the door, and the one in front kept aiming in the original direction. Only the dying man opposite saw a small furry black paw extending from behind the chair.
Probably none of the three people would have thought that the chair behind them would rise up again and hit the head of the person in front.
"Bang!"
“Bang! Bang!”
After the gunshot, the three fell to the ground at the same time. The two people who rushed out of the opposite room did not have time to check and went to see the injured colleague first. However, the other party had closed his eyes and was silent.
On the third floor, five people were divided into two groups, opening the rooms one by one to search for hostages. At this time, a figure in black training uniform walked out of an empty room and bumped into the two people in black.
"Richard! Where have you been? We've been looking for you for a long time!" One of them smiled and patted the woman with smoky makeup opposite him, then threw a pistol to her and said, "You heard the boss's instructions, start working!"
"Hmm..."
"Richard" nodded, took the pistol and put it on the holster at his waist. When the two turned around, a knife flashed. One of them covered his neck and knelt down. The other was shocked and felt a chill on his back. The paratrooper's knife pierced through his heart and a small tip appeared.
“Da da da…”
The bullets came from the side, and the figure in front of someone was instantly shot into a sieve. "Richard" took advantage of the man's blocking to roll forward and rushed into another room. When the three people chased after him, the room was empty.
"Boss, boss!"
One of them quickly pressed the microphone and shouted: "Richard has betrayed us! I repeat, Richard has betrayed us! She just killed Pitt and LaBeouf!"
"Walter?"
In a room on the sixth floor, three figures looked at each other. The leader's always cold expression finally changed, and a pair of big confused eyes appeared.
Right below this room, Han Daxia had been keeping his mouth wide open for a while. He looked at the little figure in the tablet, who could only see a pair of night vision eyes, and then he lifted the chair and put it back in place. He heard a "click" in his throat, and it was his own saliva that choked him.
"Ahem..."
Looking at someone who suddenly started coughing, Gu Laosan, who had just calmed down, curled his lips in disgust, and kept muttering: "-b±√(b-4ac)/2a... Hiss, what is this familiar formula used for?..."