In the corner of a stairwell in the hotel, the camera's power indicator flashed a few times before returning to normal.

In the monitoring room of the hotel, the monitoring images showing each staircase and corridor flashed a few times inexplicably. The two security guards who were chatting frowned, and when they saw that the picture was back to normal, they didn't care, and then talked and laughed.

In a large suite with curtains drawn on the top floor, the sound of keystrokes and bullet-like loading was constantly ringing, and it was cut off by the door. In the spacious living room, four foreigners in black training uniforms stood or sat on the sofa, and a white woman with a golden ponytail was pointing to a notebook in front of her.

The layout of the laptop screen is exactly the same as the display in the hotel's surveillance room. The difference is that the content shown on the two screens is not the same.

"Here, look!"

The woman enlarged one of the scenes, pointed to the figure in the picture, and said: "This woman has come out of this room several times in a row, but the face that appears is different each time! If it weren't for the fact that there were several people living in this room at the same time, she was making up for investigation! I just don't know if it's a peer or a policeman." ”

"Let Ricard go to the bottom of the matter, and if she goes with her, let her get out!"

A flat-headed man sitting next to the woman on the sofa said casually, wiping a silver pistol in his hand.

"Hmph, an injured miscellaneous fish, what are you doing in such trouble?"

On the opposite sofa sat a white man with a wide body and a fleshy face, with a tiger tooth saber in his hand, and snorted coldly: "I can take care of him alone!"

"Shaq, your biggest problem is to underestimate the enemy!"

Behind the men and women sitting together, a well-proportioned young man with studs was standing there assembling a spear, and at the same time muttered: "That man is a master, and he has been surrounded by more than a dozen people, and he has not moved his gun, and he has only been slightly injured, can you?"

"Me?" said the white man named Shaq, grinning, "I can smash them all!"

"You haven't said it yet, what if the woman is a policeman?" asked the woman who had just spoken, turning her head.

There was silence in the room for a while, but a sneer sounded one after another, and the woman narrowed her eyes, nodded and said, "I understand!"

In the corridor on the third floor, a little white girl with short blond ear-length hair and a short denim skirt, with arrogance and freckles on her face, was chewing gum, swaying her waist towards a room with a pace that she didn't recognize.

However, as he passed through an empty room, the door suddenly opened, and a figure flew and kicked in the side. The little girl had barely time to put her arms in front of her before she was kicked into the room opposite with the door open.

The figure that rushed out kept coming, stepped forward and connected her knees, and kicked her into the living room again. Then he stood there, staring at the black hair that was sticking out from under the blonde hair that was flying with a nosebleed on the other side, and sneered and raised his foot and kicked back the door.

"tui~I rely on ......"

Yuan Xiaoxiao wiped her nose and couldn't help rolling her eyes when she saw the red on her hand. Under the gaze of the other party, he raised his hand and pulled off his wig, and got up to untie his skirt, but he was wearing a camouflage shorts and a paratrooper knife pinned to it.

"Tsk~ The knife is good!"

The admiration came from the white woman in a black ponytail and smoky makeup in the doorway. The implication is that there is nothing to praise someone except for a knife.

So even if Yuan Xiaoxiao's movements didn't stop, she just watched with interest and didn't stop it. It wasn't until Yuan Xiaoxiao took off the wide T-shirt on her body again, leaving only a tight vest, that she sneered: "The figure is not bad!

"Each other, each other!"

Yuan Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to pull out the paratrooper knife.

On the fifth floor, Han Daxia squatted on the ground, facing a certain badger standing on the coffee table with an impatient face, and asked uneasily: "Boss, do you understand what I said?" ”

At this time, Han Daxia had a thick bandage on his arm, and his waist was also bandaged. The trash can in the living room was littered with blood-red cotton balls and some dirty strips of cloth.

"You are so annoying! Paralyzed, I repeated it three times before and after, and I still have to nod my head!" Wang Ping bared his teeth, first gave someone a "middle claw", and then nodded impatiently.

In a small velvet pouch beside him was a bunch of charging cameras that had been opened.

It's also thanks to a salted fish that the equipment brought in this live broadcast is complete, not to mention anything else, just this kind of charging camera that can be connected to wifi has brought a lot. It was originally for live broadcasting, but now it comes in even more handy.

Gu Laosan rolled his eyes and sat on the side, pouting and packing up the first-aid kit there, inexplicably becoming a logistics staff again.

Han Daxia didn't arrange any tasks for him in the end, but he found a certain badger. I want him to take advantage of his small body to go out to investigate, and by the way, put the camera in a position that is both hidden and can shoot the corridor.

On the coffee table at the foot of a badger, there is an open hotel memo, on which is the distribution map of the hotel rooms copied by Han Daxia from the Internet.

He didn't expect a badger to be able to mark the room where the men were hiding on this map, as long as he could put the camera in the right position, he could confirm it based on the footage.

At that time, as long as you make an anonymous phone call, report what people in these rooms are doing unsightly, and when the police uncle comes, you can retreat calmly without alarming the headquarters.

Han Daxia silently praised his wit, but the eyes that looked at a certain badger became more and more uneasy. This way of giving all hope to a badger becomes more and more unreliable the more I think about it.

After thinking about it, Han Daxia opened his mouth again, wanting to repeat it for a certain badger a fourth time.

"Get out of here, ink for a while, it's dark!"

Wang Ping slapped someone's freshly bandaged arm, giving Lao Han a headache, then turned around and jumped off the coffee table, ran into Gu Laosan's bedroom, and climbed down the balcony.

In another suite, two rooms from the four men in black on the top floor, several men in suits and white headsets were discussing something in a whisper.

"The atmosphere isn't quite right!"

"Leaked news?"

"It's not easy to arrest, I didn't expect him to have so many accomplices!"

"What should I do, should I notify the hotel to evacuate the tourists?"

"It's easy to startle the snake, first check from the check-in information, let the hotel call to trick the downstairs, and then let them leave quietly by themselves!"

At the end of the corridor, a gap opened in an empty room, and a small black-haired paw reached out from behind the door, holding a small pink mirror that he had touched out of nowhere, and was looking at the corridor. After a moment's pause, an object the size of a matchbox was thrown from behind the door, making an arc and landing in a flower pot by the door.

"There's a picture!"

In the room on the third floor, Gu Laosan suddenly pointed to the tablet and shouted.

"I'll see!"

Han Daxia hurriedly squeezed Gu Lang away, looked at the picture taken on the tablet from an oblique upward angle, and after zooming in and looking at the door number, he marked a mark on the sketch of the hotel on the side: "Hmm, this is the 7th floor...... Whew, I can't imagine that the boss is so smart!"

"That's!" Gu Laosan rolled his eyes and said with an arrogant face: "You don't look at whose badger it is!"

At this time, the phone in the living room suddenly rang. The two glanced at each other, and Gu Lang picked it up at Han Daxia's signal. I don't know what the other party said, but I saw that the face of a salted fish was getting more and more weird, and he "cut" it, and then rolled his eyes and hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Gu Laosan's expression, Han Daxia frowned and asked.

"Hmm...... The front desk said that my friend was looking for me in a hurry and asked me to go downstairs. Gu Laosan snorted mockingly: "What a hell of an idiot, this must be a bad man's trick, trying to trick me out!"

"You ......"

Old Han Tou held his forehead with his hand, and a sense of powerlessness arose in his heart. People may be right, but you're an idiot!