Just after Edward King walked into the elevator, another guest walked into the hotel door. He had a turban on his head, a big beard, and a white robe, which made him look particularly charming.
This man walked up to the front desk with no expression on his face (in fact, because of his big beard, others couldn't see his expression clearly) and said in broken French: "Get a presidential suite."
As he spoke, he took out a bank card and put it on the table.
The staff member who looked like a Western gentleman the day before yesterday glanced at the bearded man with a very professional smile: "Sorry, sir, we don't accept credit cards or cash here."
"What?" The bearded man said with some dissatisfaction, "I don't want to swipe my card, and I don't want cash, so what do you want here?"
Front desk: "We are a VIP hotel and we will treat guests with VIP cards directly."
"What VIP card? How much is it? I've got it."
"Sorry, sir, we can't apply for this card if we have money."
The bearded man immediately shouted: "What do you mean? Do you look down on us Saudis? Let me tell you, we Saudis have nothing but money. Where is your manager? Let him come out and watch me buy this hotel. After that, the first one fired you.”
Big Beard's commotion immediately attracted the attention of many people around him. However, no one stepped forward to mind their own business. Instead, they were all watching a show to see how the hotel would respond next.
After all, it is extremely rare for ordinary people to dare to stay at a Continental Hotel, let alone a very wealthy ordinary person.
As we all know, the people of Saudi Arabia are very wealthy. Generally speaking, when they say they want to buy a hotel, they are not joking.
The front desk didn't panic and said with a very professional smile: "Please wait a moment, our manager will be here soon."
As he said that, he picked up the front desk phone and made a call. Within a few minutes, a middle-aged man in a suit appeared, walked up to the bearded man with a smile, extended his hand enthusiastically, and spoke something in Arabic.
The bearded man shook hands with the middle-aged man impatiently, and then uttered a series of Arabic words while pointing at the receptionist, probably making a complaint.
The middle-aged man kept smiling. After finally waiting for the bearded man to finish speaking, he smiled, stepped forward and whispered something in his ear.
The bearded man was obviously stunned and looked at the middle-aged man blankly. The middle-aged man shrugged and stopped talking. He just looked at the bearded man with a smile.
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Although others did not hear what the middle-aged man said, it was obvious that the bearded man's attitude had changed. He nodded to the middle-aged man somewhat cautiously, looked around unnaturally, then turned around and quickly walked out of the hotel.
"Okay, gentlemen and ladies, this is a small episode. You can go and do whatever you need to do."
The middle-aged man clapped his hands, smiled and turned back.
And the bearded man quickly got rid of the pursuer behind him, blended into the crowded streets, and disappeared.
Even though he received the report from his subordinates, the middle-aged man didn't take it too seriously.
How could the Continental Hotel be brought down by such small means
joke.
Walking back into the luxuriously decorated manager's office, the middle-aged man untied his tie, threw it on the chair next to him, exhaled, and was about to pour himself a glass of red wine. Suddenly he heard a "cording" sound coming from above his head, as if something was rubbing and crawling.
He subconsciously looked up and saw something like an octopus flying down from the ceiling and covering his face.
The middle-aged man wanted to resist, but the straw facehugger strangled his neck tightly. No matter how hard he scratched his neck, he couldn't pull it any further. He wanted to call for help, but a tentacle was deeply inserted into his throat. , no sound could be made.
After struggling for dozens of seconds, the man fell on the carpet and fell into a coma.
After a few more minutes, his body began to tremble violently, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and with a crisp "click" sound, a small straw alien emerged from his chest.
Just like before, Bender was parasitized by the straw facehugger. After the little alien was born, it split into countless straw tentacles and swallowed the middle-aged man's body.
Not long after, a brand new middle-aged man reappeared in the room.
He straightened his collar, walked to the bookshelf, stretched out his hand to swing a certain book on the shelf, and the bookshelf immediately and silently moved aside.
In an uninhabited alleyway at the intersection from the Continental Hotel, Brian opened his mouth wide as he looked at the wall with a hole in front of him: "Damn it, you really have an agent in the hotel."
Xie Lun was still thinking about the meaning of what the middle-aged man said to him. When he heard Brian's words, he casually replied: "Of course, how dare I speak big words without someone inside."
After the two of them entered the secret passage, the walls in the alley immediately returned to their original state. After walking along the secret passage for a while, I soon saw the middle-aged man.
"Abir?"
Brian looked at the middle-aged man in surprise. After a moment, he suddenly turned his head to look at Sherron. The force was so strong and so fast that his neck made a crisp sound.
"Your internal agent is actually the manager of the Paris branch of the Continental Hotel?"
Xie Lun smiled calmly and said nothing.
Abil said expressionlessly: "Next, I will go to the security room, turn off the surveillance, and seal the entire hotel."
Sherron nodded and said to Brian: "You go and install the bomb, and then come back here. As for the rest, just leave it to me."
Brian patted the huge mountaineering bag he was carrying and said with a grimace: "Even if the hotel manager is yours, I think it is still an almost impossible task to kill everyone in the hotel. Are you sure? Don’t you need my help?”
Sherron patted Brian on the shoulder, smiled, said nothing, and walked out first.
The three of them came out of the secret passage, walked out of the manager's office, and left separately.
Abil took the elevator to the security room, while Sherren took another elevator and went straight to the 12th floor. He walked to the door of room 1207, reached out and knocked on the door.
Soon a vicious voice came from inside and asked: "Who is it?"
"Checking the water meter."
"ha?"
The door of Room 1202 suddenly opened, and the man who had exchanged room cards with Edward King came out holding a submachine gun. Unfortunately, before he could pull the trigger, Sherron shot him in the head with a backhand shot.
Immediately afterwards, Xie Lun flew up and kicked open the door of room 1207. He raised his two guns and took away three lives with three shots in a flash of lightning.
"Edward King, do you still know me?" Sherron looked at the almost naked Edward King with a half-smile, "I remember when you stuffed venomous snakes on the plane, it caused me a psychological shadow when I fly now. .”
Edward King looked at Xie Lun blankly as if he had seen a ghost. After a moment, he made a "cluck" sound, rolled his eyes and passed out.
A pool of smelly, unknown liquid spread from between his legs.
"How can he be a gangster with such courage? Bah, what the hell."
Xie Lun spat angrily, reached out and searched the three people he killed, and soon found out all the photos, documents, and the small note.
"My photos?" Sherron looked at the photos and documents with a strange expression, "Is it me who met Edward King? Damn, someone is trying to throw dirty water on me."