T6 waved his hand and returned to the hotel greatly.
As he walked away, he saw the black waiter over there raising his foot, stepping on the steak that had not been picked up by the child with his leather shoes, and rolling the toe of the shoe until the steak was covered with gravel before retracting his foot.
I would rather ruin it than leave it to a child who might return to pick up the steak.
Gently shook his hand, T6 visited the hotel like a walk after a meal, and saw several silhouettes flashing by along the way. Halfway through, I ran into the manager of the hotel, a very tall black man, who spoke very much. Fluent in English, and took the initiative to lead T6 around the hotel.
Back in the room Z7 had already eaten steak, and T6's face darkened when he entered the room.
"There is a problem with the hotel." He came in and said fiercely: "All the service staff we have met here, from the receptionist to the restaurant manager, everyone speaks fluent English. Masuo can be Maso. A country dominated by the language and the Allah language."
"In places with constant civil strife, only the outer wall of their hotel was damaged, and there was no damage inside. The problem was even greater. After walking around, there were no people staying in the hotel, and these people did not seem to War money."
"I shook hands with the waiters and hotel managers who were guarding outside, and found that the cocoons of the tiger's mouth and index finger on their right hand were very thick. This is not like a hand owned by a restaurant manager or waiter, but more like being used to a pistol. Hands."
"I encountered service in several places. The look they looked at when they talked to me was not like that of ordinary service staff, but more like people with long-term professional training. This hotel...Who chose it?"
After talking for a long time, the last thing is the point.
There is nothing terrifying about the people inside, and they really have to do something directly, but why is this hotel selected
G3 and Z7 seemed to be digesting the information he just said, and neither answered T6.
The T6 that opened its head was a little bit unable to keep his mouth shut, seeing the appearance of his comrades without any expressions, my heart became even more suspicious.
"You... all know there is a problem?"
After he asked this time, Z7 looked up from the computer and sighed: "This hotel does have a big problem, so we stayed in. What is their identity, what is their purpose, and what is their purpose? , Let’s keep the well water in the river, and we will be in peace."
"You have eaten, and you are tired from shopping. Take a good rest first. Come back later with Q, brothers are busy."
After speaking, he walked to the sofa in the living room, put his hand on the side, closed his eyes and lay down.
T6 gave a light "z", and he nodded as if he had figured it out afterwards, "Yes, if you don't live in a better hotel, security is a big problem. What problems do they have does not have anything to do with us, as long as they don’t commit a crime. Just come up."
Talking to himself, G3 took a look, shook his head and walked to the entrance of the door, stepped on the opposite wall with his back resting on the wall, and was responsible for guarding.
T6 pretended to cough, and touched his nose in a hesitant manner. He just didn't think of the key for a while.
Waiting until V8 and K7 returned at around four o'clock in the afternoon, but Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian hadn't returned yet, the expressions of the five people in the room were a little taut.
Failure to return is equivalent to losing contact.
But it is King Q who hasn't come back. If something happens, he will definitely find a way to send a letter back. Now there is no news... Either there is no contact with Lin Feng from the National Security Bureau, or there is something wrong with Lin Feng. , The two will solve it first.