Perceived that there might be a problem with the hotel, Cyril did not stand in the middle of the hall as before, treating the hotel as a place for him to run wild, but sitting on the sofa of the hotel. The spacious and bright floor-to-ceiling glass behind the sofa was shattered long ago. The cool night breeze poured in, blowing the heavy curtains.
Cyril sitting on the sofa was very alert and deliberately broke the floor-to-ceiling glass. Once something was wrong, he could leave immediately without going around the hotel door.
The injured Noah was taken from the fifth floor to the first floor, walked through the dark hall, and stood in front of Cyril.
He wanted to stand, but Cyril's subordinates directly pressed him to kneel, and Noah, who was shot in the thigh, resisted angrily. The notorious drug dealer knelt.
"You should tell everyone in the hotel to stop struggling and put down your weapons obediently. Instead of standing in front of me, you still keep your dignity against me."
Cyril opened his mouth, his voice was as dark as a poisonous snake parading in a ditch, and he could hear the cold sweat on his back.
As soon as the words fell silent, the whole hotel lobby was full of screams from Noah alone. His thigh was wounded by a gunshot and was brutally grabbed with his fingers...
The severe pain struck, and Noah was so painful that he was sweating like water.
He still didn't choose to kneel, and he fell to the ground in pain.
The gunshots in the hotel did not stop. Noah, who was so painful that his muscles twitched, knew that they had exposed themselves for him and his soldiers to leave, but now that they stopped shooting, Cyril would not let them go either.
No, he can't let them all be exposed, they have to stay in the hotel and collect information useful to the country!
Since the terrorist attack occurred in September three years ago, their country has been working hard to know in advance and prevent the terrorist incident from happening in advance. Countries like Meraben are loved by the victims of terrorists, and they must have an intelligence network.
The hotel is their intelligence network, even if he is dead, the hotel cannot be exposed!
Curled up, Noah clung to her thigh that was shot and bleeding, and used the greatest perseverance to suppress the fear in her heart, panting heavily, and using a loud voice to vent her pain, almost shouting, "Xili Mr. Cyril, there is a big misunderstanding between us. I still don’t understand why Mr. Cyril targeted me. Someone said something that caused Mr. Cyril to misunderstand me!"
"Misunderstanding? No, no, it's not a misunderstanding. You are a white man. I know what you want from me. So! There is no misunderstanding between you and me."
Will, the "someone" Noah thought of was Will. It must be what he said in front of Cyril that put him and his soldiers in danger.
Cyril said slowly, with a cold smile, "It's a pity, I won't give you the things you want, unless you can buy them all. But, I don't want to sell you, you Only grabbed it from me."
"It's Will, right, I know, it must be Will." Noah sneered. "He wants to use Mr. Cyril to get rid of me. He must think so. Mr. Cyril, you have been cheated, you have been cheated by him. Cheated!"
Will, this damn guy, because four pictures made him believe him!