The afterglow of the setting sun casts on the sea, and the golden waves continue to wash over the sand, leaving rows of fine foam behind. For some reason, the beach, which used to be extremely lively in the evening, is empty and oppressive today, with no one occupied.

Opposite the hotel, the riot police car stopped in the shadow behind the corner of the street, and only a few ordinary cars behind continued to move forward, turning the street and driving towards the hotel's parking lot. However, after arriving, no one got out of the car, and behind the black glass, heavily armed warriors waited silently.

"There's a problem! The atmosphere is wrong!"

In the suite on the top floor of the hotel, a young man dressed in black put down the curtain in his hand, turned around and walked forward as he spoke, picking up the spear that had been assembled.

He looked up at the two men sitting on the sofa in amazement.

"Huh, you say that......"

The woman who was sitting on the side and always looked at the two laptops frowned, and then suddenly scolded: "Fake, there were people going out on every floor just now, but they haven't come back!"

"How could the police get the news so quickly?" Shaq was opposite, and the man who looked like the leader frowned: "We checked in normally, and our identities were all clean." If there is no certainty, the police are unlikely to show up on a large scale. ”

"Do you want to evacuate immediately? Evacuate now, most people can get out. The woman looked up and suggested.

"Hmm... Don't worry, go out and have a look first..."

The leader got up as he spoke, but instead of going to the door, he glanced at Shaq and turned to get the goblet on the TV stand, "Not necessarily for us." Then he frowned and asked, "Hasn't Ricar replied?"

When the woman frowned and shook her head, the big man who was originally sitting got up and stopped the young man who was about to go out, turned around and pressed his fingers as he walked, and said, "I'll go, just move the activity!"

In the hallway outside the door, three men in suits had just walked out of a room. The man in the center is holding a folder in his hand and is looking through something. Several people had headsets pinned to their ears, and someone was making a report on the other side.

After walking a few steps, the door in front of him suddenly opened, and the burly Shaq walked out, and after glancing at a few people, he turned around with a disdainful expression.

The man in the center was stunned, frowned, and turned back the page of the document he had just turned over. There is a faxed black and white photo on the long face, and a bearded man with a fierce expression is looking directly at the camera.

"Hey! Stop!"

"Don't move!"

"Fack!"

"Bang!"

Suddenly the sound of gunfire rang out, far away. The alarm bell sounded in the corridor, and the little brother and the security guards who were forced to stay at the front desk couldn't calm down anymore, threw down the pretended work at hand, turned around and ran out.

Several cars in the parking lot opened their doors at the same time, and heavily armed SWAT officers rushed down from inside, quickly blocking the exits. The riot police car at the corner of the street also turned around, and the police began to get out of the car and close the hotel.

The sense of déjà vu of this anti-terrorism exercise instantly attracted the attention of everyone around it. Before the melon-eating masses approached, a cordon began to be set up on the periphery, and all vehicles and pedestrians were prohibited from approaching.

In the penthouse suite, the moment they heard the gunshot, everyone's faces changed.

The young man put his spear on his back, took out two more pistols, and turned his head to look at the leader who had just raised his glass.

The glass of red wine was still not drunk after all, and the leader only hesitated for two seconds in his eyes, then turned into fierce and decisive, pinched Mike in the collar and said: "Start working! Team C covers the entrance, Team B clears up, Team A captures hostages and goes to the top floor! Also, that person, I want to live!"

In the hallway, the mosaics have stained the carpet red.

When the door opened, the person who walked out saw at a glance the three people who had fallen on the right-hand side and Shaq who was sitting by the door and spitting mosaics. This strong man, who claimed to be able to smash more than a dozen opponents, was shot through the lungs with a single shot.

At this moment, there was no fear of death on the face of this strong man, but unconvinced and unconvinced.

Diagonally across from Shaq, the only man still gasping for breath was clutching his neck, his eyes filled with fear, and the mosaic running through his fingers. When he saw the three people who appeared on the opposite side, his face involuntarily turned into pleading.

"What am I talking about, the biggest problem with you is to underestimate the enemy!"

I don't know whether it was mockery or exclamation, with two sillowed crisp sounds, the three of them walked towards the stairs with indifferent expressions. Behind him, whether it was Shaq or another man who was dying, his eyes were only empty at the moment.

The otherwise peaceful hotel was suddenly in chaos, with gunshots and fights coming from every floor, as well as faint crying. Obviously, the hotel screened not all the customers, and there were still unconfirmed and unsubstairrated customers who remained in the room.

On the fifth floor, Han Daxia hid by the door of Wang Ping's bedroom with a gun, staring at the location of the door with a serious face. Gu Lang walked away in the room behind him, changing his hand to a cup for a while, a remote control for a while, and at the end, he wanted to unload the foot of the bed again. I kept thinking about it, and I didn't know what to mumble.

"Brother, dear brother, can you be quiet for a while?"

Han Daxia couldn't help it, and turned around and shouted, "You are like this, I can't concentrate!"

"I ...... I'm quiet, the boss is still outside......! Besides, you have a gun, I don't even have a knife!" Gu Laosan's tone trembled a little, and he didn't know whether he was scared or nervous.

"Listen to me......"

Han Daxia simply turned around and pushed Gu Lang to the position behind the wall: "If you're nervous, take a deep breath and think about something else to divert your attention." Like complex math problems or something......"

As he spoke, a gunshot suddenly rang out outside the door, and the loud noise was so loud that it was impossible to ignore the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Ignoring no one else, Han Daxia hurriedly turned around and pointed his gun at the door, while glancing at the tablet placed on the water dispenser next to the door. Just a glance, the mouth opened wide.

In the corridor, three figures with guns in their hands walked towards Gu Lang's room one after the other, with a clear goal, obviously there was already intelligence.

Just opposite Gu Lang's room, in the room where the people who were originally watching, two men in black, a man and a woman, hung their heads and turned their backs to the chairs that were chained. Outside the open door, a man in a suit fell to the ground, his gun falling far away. Blood was running from the corner of his mouth, and he was reaching for the gun.

There were two other people in the door, trying to pull him back. The small laser dots that can be reflected on the door frame make them dare not come forward.

The three men in black ignored the man who was destined not to get the gun, and just guarded against the attack in the door. As he continued to walk through an empty room, a chair suddenly flew out of his side.

"Fack!"

"Bang!"

The chair slammed into the wall and rolled to the side. The two in the back quickly turned to face the door, and the one in the front kept aiming in the same direction. Only the man on the other side who was dying saw that behind the chair, a small furry black paw stretched out.

Probably none of the three would have imagined that the chair behind them would lift itself again and smash into the head of the person in front of them.

"Bang!"

"Bang!

After the gunshot, all three fell to the ground at the same time, and the two people who rushed out of the opposite room did not have time to check before they went to see the injured colleague. However, the other party had closed his eyes and was silent.

On the third floor, five people were divided into two groups, and they were opening room by room to search for hostages. At this time, a figure in a black training uniform walked out of an empty room, and happened to meet the man in black who was in a group of two.

"Rickard, where have you been, I've been looking for you for a long time!" one of them smiled and patted the smoky woman across from her, then threw her a pistol and said, "You heard the boss's order, and you got to work!"

"Hmm..."

Ricar nodded, took the pistol and pinned it to the holster at his waist, and the knife flashed as the two turned around. One knelt down with his neck covered, the other was shocked, his back was cold, and a small tip of the paratrooper knife emerged through his heart.

"Da Da Da..."

The bullet came from the side, and the figure in front of someone was instantly beaten into a sieve. "Ricar" took advantage of the man's block and rolled forward, rushing into another room. By the time the three of them came after them, the room was empty.

"Boss, Boss!"

One of them hurriedly held down the headset and shouted, "Rikar mutiny! Repeat, Rikar mutiny! She just killed Pete and LaBeouf!"

"Walter?"

In a room on the sixth floor, three figures looked at each other. A certain leader's always indifferent expression finally changed, and a pair of capitalized bewilderments appeared in his eyes.

Just below this room, Han Daxia had been keeping his mouth open for a while. Looking at the small figure in the tablet that could only see a pair of night vision eyes, he lifted the chair back and put it back in place, and there was a "click" in his throat, but he was choked by his own saliva.

"Ahem......"

Looking at someone who suddenly coughed, Gu Laosan, who had just calmed down, pouted with disgust, and at the same time kept thinking in his mouth: "...... Hey, what is the formula that a good chicken is familiar with?......