The remote control is connected to a device that Pang Jindong installed behind the door lock, and an alarm will be sounded when someone tries to unlock the room without permission.

Pang Jindong quickly came to the door, and sure enough, he heard a slight sound from the door lock.

"You should have broken down the door. Pang Jindong thought as he pressed a device installed on the wall. "However, the result is still the same......" After doing this, Pang Jindong quickly hid in the bathroom.

The device on the wall of the doorway will shoot an infrared light, and when someone touches this light, the device will emit an electric current to detonate a row of plastic explosives that Pang Jindong placed under the door.

Just as Pang Jindong closed the door of the bathroom, a series of explosions sounded one after another, and it seemed that the entire building of the hotel shook with it, and dense smoke and dust poured into the bathroom through the cracks in the door.

Pang Jindong counted silently, and when the last explosion sounded, he took a bath towel and put it around his face, then took out a pistol, opened the door and rushed out.

The people lying on the ground outside the door were all wearing black combat uniforms with heavy body armor and the words FBI on the back. Despite the protection of body armor, the explosion was too violent, some remained motionless, and some kept moaning.

Pang Jindong looked at the sides of the corridor, and several people in ordinary police uniforms were less affected by the explosion because they were far away, so they came back to their senses at this time and hurriedly raised the guns in their hands. But through the smoke and dust that has not dispersed for a long time, it is impossible to determine whether Pang Jindong is the one to be arrested, so they did not shoot.

"Look this way!" Pang Jindong beckoned, firing three shots at the end of the hallway, and all three policemen there were knocked to the ground. However, Pang Jindong was very measured and did not hurt their vital points, and the injuries could recover quickly.

At the same time as he opened fire, Pang Jindong kicked a submachine gun with his right foot, held it in his other hand, and then used the submachine gun to shoot violently at the other end of the corridor, so that the police there hid behind the obstacle and did not dare to move. Pang Jindong shot while running in the direction of the first shot.

When the submachine gun ran out of bullets, Pang Jindong had already run to the stairs. Pang Jindong dropped the submachine gun and ran down layer by layer.

When he reached the second floor, Pang Jindong stopped, put away his pistol and walked into the workshop.

In order to prepare for emergencies, Pang Jindong had carefully learned about this hotel before, and knew that there was a workshop for washing guests' clothes on the second floor, but he didn't expect to use it at this time.

In order not to disturb the guests, the work room is kept away from the guest rooms. When Pang Jindong walked in, a strong man came over and said, "Guests are not allowed to enter here!"

Pang Jindong smiled and beckoned behind the strong man: "HI, Anderson, I'm here!"

"Anderson?" the strong man looked back to see the employee he hadn't heard of, and Pang Jindong took the opportunity to slap him on the back of the head.

The strong man fainted to the ground without saying a word, Pang Jindong dragged him to a corner, took off his work clothes and changed them on, and then tied him up firmly with a sheet and gagged his mouth.

Pang Jindong found a hat to put on his head, pressed the brim low, and then walked to the workshop.

Pang Jindong wanted to find a safe way out, but he couldn't find anyone to ask. Because it was dinner time, there was no one in the workshop. Pang Jindong walked all the way to the innermost before he met a middle-aged black woman. This woman is about forty or fifty years old, with a fat figure, and she knows that her personality is more pungent by looking at her appearance.

"Who are you? Why haven't I seen it?" the black aunt looked at Pang Jindong and asked vigilantly.

Pang Jindong replied with a smile: "Hello, beauty, I went to work on the first day today!"

"Why didn't anyone sue me?"

Pang Jindong shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be helpless and said, "I don't know either!"

When he was in China, Pang Jindong learned one thing, when he saw a man, he called him a handsome guy, and when he saw a woman, he called him a beautiful woman. Although this kind of explicit compliment is not popular in country M, the black aunt is obviously very useful, and her expression is much more relaxed. She asked Pang Jindong, "Are you on the night shift?"

Pang Jindong nodded hurriedly: "Yes, but I need to go out now!"

The black aunt pinched her waist with both hands and kindly admonished: "Stay here with peace of mind, now the police have surrounded this place! Do you hear the explosions outside, and there are machine gun fires! Bullets don't have eyes, they can beat you into a sieve at any time!" Sighing, the black aunt continued: "For us people of color, those white cops would like to find an opportunity to shoot us to death! I'm from Los Angeles, and I lived through the 1992 riots, so I know these things all too well!"

Pang Jindong scratched his head, pretending to be a little embarrassed and said, "But...... My girlfriend was waiting for me outside and had something to hand over to me."

"Oh?" the black aunt raised her eyebrows, thought for a moment, and then replied, "Go left, go right, and go out through the staff passage!"

"Thank you! beauty!" Pang Jindong said happily.

"By the way, did you see a tall, strong silly boy when you came in?"

Pang Jindong shrugged his shoulders and replied, "No!"

This kid must have been lazy to chase girls at the front desk again, and he didn't want to think about how those arrogant ladies could like him. After complaining, the black aunt advised, "Don't learn from him, come back to work early." ”

"Yes, beauty!" Pang Jindong patiently listened to the other party's nagging, saluted a military salute, and then ran away as if flying.

According to the black aunt, Pang Jindong walked out of the hotel building and went down an iron outdoor staircase into an alley. There were no police, but a dense siren could be heard in the distance.

Pang Jindong looked around, copied the path and left quickly. After walking through two blocks, Pang Jindong found a pay phone and called Agent House: "I'm wanted, you know?"

"I know, but there's no way!" Agent House sighed and said helplessly, "No one thought that there would be a boring person hiding upstairs and filming everywhere, and it happened to shoot you in the frame." ”

"What should I do now?"

"Where are you?"

"A phone booth at the intersection of Fifth Avenue with an advertisement for Dior made by that Sharon Stone bitch!"

"You wait there, I'll send someone to pick you up right away!"

Pang Jindong shook his head and told the other party: "What I need now is not this, but when can you release my people?"

"Shall we wait until we meet?"

Pang Jindong took a deep breath and nodded in agreement: "Okay!

"Just wait where you are, don't go anywhere! Wait a minute, there's a man in a suit with a roll of newspaper under his right armpit. You used to ask him if he bought the newspaper, and if he said twenty-five cents, then follow him. ”

"Okay. ”

Hung up the phone, Pang Jindong did not stay in the phone booth, but went to the side to buy a pack of cigarettes.

The cigarette seller was a middle-aged white man, and when he handed the cigarette to Pang Jindong, he stared at Pang Jindong's face.

"What are you looking at?" Pang Jindong lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and asked the other party: "Do you think I look like a wanted criminal?"

The cigarette seller smiled awkwardly and shrugged his shoulders.

Pang Jindong said: "I know that in the eyes of many people in country M, Asians look the same. ”

Hearing this, the cigarette seller immediately clarified: "Sorry, I am not racist, absolutely not!"

"That's good, or maybe one day, we'll come back and discriminate against you!"

Pang Jindong smoked a cigarette and walked to the side, observing the phone booth from a distance. After about ten minutes, an Asian-looking man walked up and made a phone call.

At this moment, a Ford sedan drove up at a rapid speed and braked sharply on the phone booth. With the screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground, two gunshots rang out. The person on the phone shook his body for a moment, then fell to the ground, blood splattered all over the phone booth.

The sedan immediately started and sped away, leaving behind the frightened shouts of passers-by.

Pang Jindong looked at the corpse in the phone booth blankly, his legs were weak, and he almost sat on the ground.

After a long time, Pang Jindong whispered to himself: "Anderson... And House, I'm going to kill your whole family......"

Pang Jindong regretted that he should have thought a long time ago that since the matter had been revealed, Anderson was likely to order to kill him. Although it seems that he once appreciated himself so much, politicians are emotionless. Perhaps others are right about him - as long as he can become president, he will not hesitate to send the souls of his parents to hell.

Although Pang Jindong has made up his mind that no matter what happens to him next, he will take revenge on Director Anderson, but now he has to consider his own safety first. Concern must also be taken into account for the lives of several brothers, who are in the hands of Director Anderson.

Pang Jindong just turned his head to leave, but suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him, and he lay on the ground and passed out.

Several strong men took advantage of the fact that the people around them were focused on the murder in front of them, knocked down Pang Jindong with bats, and then hurriedly stuffed Pang Jindong into a car.

I don't know how long it took for Pang Jindong to wake up leisurely, only to feel a sharp headache coming, and a little nauseous.

"Hell, it can't be a concussion...... Pang Jindong opened his eyes and found that as if through a highly myopic glass, everything around him was distorted and hazy.

Pang Jindong closed his eyes, lowered his head, and slowly took a few deep breaths. After a while, when Pang Jindong opened his eyes again, his vision was already relatively clear, and he found himself tied to a chair.

In front of Pang Jindong stood four tall men, all wearing vests, and their exposed skin was tattooed.

Pang Jindong stared at the tallest one of them, and then asked slowly, "Are you a bald guy?"

The skinhead is the boss of the Russian gangsters in the region, and he is nicknamed because he always has a shaved head. Pang Jindong had seen him in the past because he was the master of the red scorpion. In the past, whenever a large amount of arms was needed, the red scorpion would bring Pang Jindong to meet him.

"I'm glad you remember me, Jerry!" the bald guy pulled out a cigar, bit it off, put it in his mouth, and slowly spun it and lit it with a ZIPPO lighter.

Pang Jindong looked down at the rope on his body and asked the bald guy, "What do you mean by this?"

"Nothing, just something to ask you!" the bald man replied slowly, taking a puff on his cigar.

"That's not the way to get someone!"

"It depends on what's going on!" said the bald man, slapping his face.

A tall blonde woman, with a slow pace, walked in front of Pang Jindong. She was wearing very high heels, and she stepped on the ground with a crisp "click" sound, which reminded Pang Jindong of a time bomb.

"Remember me, Chinese Yankee!" the blonde asked provocatively, looking up at Pang Jindong.

Pang Jindong shook his head: "No impression!"

"I'm the woman of the red scorpion!"

"There are too many women in the red scorpion, I can't tell the difference!"

Hearing Pang Jindong's words, the red-haired girl's face became ugly, and she looked at the bald guy for help.

Although he pretended to be casual on the surface, Pang Jindong's heart seemed to be grabbed.

Pang Jindong has seen several women in the red scorpion, because most of them are just faces, so it is impossible to remember too clearly. Before the red scorpion went out, there was a woman with him, Pang Jindong originally thought that it was the one who was killed in the store, but now he knew that the red scorpion was not a cuckold. The problem that arises is that this woman who escaped by luck is likely to know about Pang Jindong's deal with the red scorpion.

The bald guy tilted his head and told the blonde: "Tell me everything you know!"

The blonde slowly shook her head and replied, "Before the red scorpion went out during the day, he told me that there was a mercenary named Jerry who wanted to buy a gun, and he also told me the location. After the red scorpion left, I went out to have dinner with a friend of mine, and when I went back, I found that everyone in the store was dead......" The blonde became more and more excited, rushed to Pang Jindong, slapped Pang Jindong hard, and then spat on Pang Jindong's face.

Pang Jindong felt the hot pain on his face, looked at the other party helplessly, and didn't say anything.

The bald guy grabbed the blonde's arm, shook his head slightly, and then commanded, "Go on!"

The blonde gathered her thoughts and seemed to calm down, but her voice was still excited. She told the bald guy: "Later...... Then I'll tell you about it!"

The bald guy asked, "That's all, right?" Seeing the blonde nodding, the bald guy said to Pang Jindong, "I immediately led people to the place you agreed, and then found the red scorpion's car, and then found the red scorpion sleeping in the trunk, but he couldn't wake up again." ”

"I'm sorry!" Pang Jindong shrugged his shoulders and said to the bald guy, "Red Scorpion is a very good person, although he values marijuana more than a qiē!"