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'Dong dong dong... '
The crisp knocking sounds on the window sounded one after another. Zhuo Zhaoyun was obviously startled and looked a little nervous.
"I'm outside the window." Zhang Feng's voice came from outside the window.
Zhuo Zhaoyun was stunned, covering her mouth tightly, her eyes filled with disbelief. This was the twelfth floor, how could she be outside the window.
Without having time to think about it, he quickly ran to the window and opened it, feeling even more shocked.
With two hands grabbing the window sill about four centimeters wide, his body was pressed against the wall, his feet were dangling in the air, and he was hanging outside only by the grip of his fingers. You must know that this is the twelfth floor. If your fingers don't hold on and fall off, you will definitely be smashed into a pulp.
Zhang Feng used both arms to climb in through the window Zhuo Zhaoyun opened. Even he couldn't help but feel scared.
I just took a careful look around and found that there was no place in the bedroom where I could hide without being discovered. Out of helplessness, I had no choice but to take the risk and hang myself outside the window.
Climb out of the window, hold the window edge with one hand, close the window with the other hand, and then hang on the window edge with both hands, just waiting.
Zhuo Zhaoyun looked at Zhang Feng who climbed in and asked softly: "Zhang Feng, what on earth did you commit? Are you so desperate?"
When it comes to operational secrets, Zhang Feng naturally has no way to explain it to her, so he can only say vaguely: "I will explain it to you later, and you can just pretend that it didn't happen!"
He put his backpack on his back and walked outside quickly. It was only temporarily safe now, but he had to leave as soon as possible. Once the opponent's large group of people came over, it would not be so easy to escape.
When he walked to the door, he turned back and said softly: "If you are willing, then believe me."
After saying that, he opened the door a little, listened carefully and heard that there was no movement in the corridor, and took out a small mirror from his pocket, which he passed from Zhuo Zhaoyun's cosmetic bag when he was dealing with his own supplies in the bathroom. .
Slowly extend the small mirror from the gap in the door opening to make sure again that the corridor is safe for the time being.
Putting away the small mirror, he quickly got out and disappeared into the corridor.
Zhuo Zhaoyun, who stood stunned in the bedroom, sighed. He said that he should treat it as if it had never happened, but he had clearly experienced it personally, so how could he pretend that it had not happened.
Irregularly taking the elevator and then turning to the stairs, then going down a few floors and then turning back to the elevator, going back and forth, Zhang Feng avoided the searchers and successfully entered the second floor.
Walking to the door of room 202, he carefully looked around to make sure there was no one in the corridor. His Adam's apple rolled, his lips were slightly open, and a knife as thin as a cicada's wings fell from his teeth.
The knife in your mouth was inserted into the keyhole and twisted slowly. The sharp blade directly cut off the internal parts of the lock core. There was a soft 'pop' sound and the door lock opened.
After retracting the knife in his mouth, although the door lock looked normal from the outside, in fact it had been completely destroyed.
After carefully looking around to make sure, he gently opened the door and walked in.
The man's snoring could still be heard in the bedroom, and Zhang Feng's arrival obviously did not interrupt his sweet dream.
The reason why I chose room 202 is because the rooms in 202 and 1202 have the same layout, and there is a window in the kitchen, so there is no need to enter the bedroom to prevent being discovered.
Entering the kitchen, looking out through the window, I could vaguely see six or seven shadowy figures in the darkness.
Jumping from the kitchen window of 202, your feet landed on the ground, and your body rolled forward to relieve your strength and prevent your feet from making too much noise when they landed.
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Chai Chong was drinking with a few acquaintances in the bar. The music was roaring and the crowd was squirming, so he didn't even notice six young people with stern expressions approaching him from different directions.
When he knew he was still four or five meters away, Chai Chong, who was drunk, heard the vibration of his cell phone in his pocket. He drowsily took out his cell phone and opened the text message sent by the King of Hell that was exactly the same as Zhang Feng's. He suddenly became excited and half-awakened.
While he was not immersed in the hot atmosphere of the bar, he also noticed someone approaching him again.
Seemingly inadvertently, he put the phone back into his pocket, picked up the two bottles of beer on the table, pretended to drink, and suddenly swung it in front of him and kept pushing it towards himself.
Throw it at those who are close to you.
At the same time, the confused expression on his face disappeared, he overturned the table and ran towards the other side.
Bang bang.
One of the young men avoided the beer bottle. The bottle hit the ground with a loud bang, glass shards flying everywhere, and the wine was drunk freely, full of hops.
The other person didn't react, and the beer bottle exploded directly on his head. Along with the drink, there was blood flowing from the gash on his head made by the glass fragments.
The sudden change caused chaos in the bar, with shouts and screams heard endlessly.
Chai Chong couldn't care less because he was already blocked by two people. The person behind him who was attacked by him with a beer bottle was also pushing away the crowd and heading this way. At the same time, he also noticed from the corner of his eye that there were people on the left and right sides. Surrounded.
After swallowing, Chai Chong had a bad feeling in his heart. He was afraid that he would fall into trouble here today. The action mission was issued so suddenly that he was caught off guard.
The person blocking Chai Chong's path sneered and said, "Surrender? No. 5, there is no way you can escape today."
"Number 5?" Chai Chong said softly, looking around uncertainly, looking for a way to escape.
"I'll count to three, you surrender, we'll be relaxed, and you'll be spared the pain of your flesh and blood. How about that?" the man said.
Chai Chong found that he had only one option to choose, which was to use the chaotic crowd as a threat, take hostages, and let the other party use a rat weapon to escape. Otherwise, in his current drunken state, it would be almost impossible to escape when surrounded by eight people.
If Zhang Feng were here, he would definitely choose to control the hostages by any means, but Chai Chong would not. It's not that Chai Chong is stupid, but that people with different personalities make different choices.
Chai Chong maintained his identity as a soldier, so naturally he could not take action against the people, but he went to the premise of this exercise, that is, in the enemy-occupied area, everything except himself is the enemy.
"Hmph." Chai Chong snorted coldly, moved his neck slightly, made a soft 'click' sound, and said in a cold voice: "Surrender? There are only martyrs who died in battle, where can the heroic souls of surrender come from? Let's do it!"