Even the most lively city has moments of quietness, and at two o'clock in the morning, the city of Victoria fell silent. There were no pedestrians on the streets, and the guests at the Bojaya Hotel had all returned to their rooms to rest, only the waiter at the front desk was still napping at the front desk.

A security guard in the hotel's general control room yawned and got up to make a cup of instant coffee in front of the water dispenser. At this moment, the door of the monitoring room was suddenly pushed open, and an Indian walked into the monitoring room.

"Who are you?" The security guard said unhappily: "This is a heavy place for work, you can't come in, please go out." ”

The Indian didn't seem to hear what the security guard said, and he walked straight to the security guard.

The security guard realized something and hurriedly reached out to pull the rubber baton from his waist. But before he could pull out the rubber baton, the Indian waved his hand and touched his neck.

Blood gushed out, and the security guard clutched his neck in horror. He tried to scream, but he couldn't make a sound from his slit throat. He longed to breathe, but there was only breath coming out of his mouth, not breath entering. A second later, he fell to the ground, his limbs twitching, and then died.

The Indian man put away the blade between his fingers, pulled out a communicator, and said, "I've taken control of the monitoring room, and I'm ready to go." ”

At the same time, eight Indians came out of the stairwells on both sides of the fifth and sixth floors, four on the left and four on the right. Kunjistan is on the left, murderous.

Four people suddenly appeared on both sides of the corridor, and the two big black men standing in front of Gate 208 were immediately alert. Without saying a word, he just pulled out his gun.

Poof! Two flashes of swords flashed, and there were two more corpses in front of the door of No. 208.

It was Kunjistan who shot it, with two throwing knives in one hand, each of which hit a target, and both of them pierced the eyebrows and killed with one sword. His throwing knife skills are no less colorful than those of Katosha.

The two big black men didn't have time to give a warning when they were dying, and the door of Room 208 was still closed, and the people inside didn't seem to know what was happening outside the door.

Kunjistan walked to the door, and four of his men from the other side came to his side. Eight Assassins of the Evil Cult gathered in front of Room 208. There was no sound in the room, and it was surprisingly quiet.

Except for Kunjistan, the seven assassins of the Evil Sect who gathered at the door of Room 208 all drew their guns and pretended to silence them. pistols. Kunjistan clearly prefers his best way of killing, his throwing knives are more accurate and faster than guns!

Kunjistan gestured, and the two Assassins of the Cult followed him and stood in front of the lock. One aimed in the direction behind the door, the other took a step back, and then kicked the door with a slam kick.

Bang bang bang! Suddenly there was a gunshot from the door, the door panel shook, and the two killers standing in the door were instantly hit by a dozen bullets and fell in a pool of blood.

Victor's people are not vegetarians after all, and although the sound of the two heavyweight bodyguards falling to the ground just now was very slight, it was enough to alert the professionals. And when the jealous people come to the door, the light in the crack of the door must change, which is enough for the people in the house to determine what is going on outside the door.

The suddenness of the situation also angered Kunjistan and his men, and just as the shooting in the door stopped, the killers on both sides of the wall also poked out their guns from the door and fired wildly into the house.

Bullets flew out of the house, bullets flew out of the house, and a door panel was so smred in the blink of an eye that even a person's head could get into the biggest hole.

A stun bomb was pulled out by a stun bomb, pulled open the safety bolt, and threw it through the hole in the door.

Rumble! There was a deafening explosion in the room, and the dazzling bright light burst out from the large and small holes in the door panel.

The gunfire in the room stopped all at once.

A jealous killer flew and kicked open the door of the room, which was already collapsing, and rolled into the room. Immediately, there were gunshots in the house, as well as the sound of people falling to the ground.

Kunjistan on the side of the door waved his hand, and the remaining five Assassins of the Jealous Sect rushed into the room. Kunjistan was the last to enter the room. By the time he entered the room, his men had finished the battle.

A tattooed Russian man crawls on the ground, reaching out to pick up an AK47 that has fallen on the ground. Kunjistan walked past him and stomped on his neck. There was a crisp click, and the Russian man's head suddenly pressed against the ground, and he didn't move again.

The room was full of corpses, all of them Victor's men. There are only two killers killed on Kunjistan's side, which is actually the reason why it is too big, and it is too contemptuous of Victor's people.

However, the room full of corpses were Victor's bodyguards, and Victor was not seen at all.

Kunjistan walked straight to the door of the closet and said lightly: "Victor, come out, if you don't come out, I'll let people shoot you into a honeycomb." ”

A few seconds later, there was movement in the closet, and then the door to the closet opened inside, and a Russian man in his early fifties stepped out of the closet. There was anger in his eyes, but his expression was calm, and there was no trace of panic.

"What do you want from me?" Victor tidied up the designer suit on his body, "You make a price, I'll give you money." ”

Kunjistan smiled, "I want more than just your money, but your life." ”

Victor couldn't hold his breath any longer, "Who are you?" ”

Kunjistan sneered, "You'll know, but only when you die." The sooner you know, the sooner you die, are you sure you want to know my identity now? ”

It's a mocking phrase, Quinjistan is like a cat that catches a mouse, and Victor is the poor mouse.

"You should know who I am, it's not good for me that you're doing this." Victor looked for a way to keep it secret, and he pretended to be tough: "I have good connections in Russia, I have dealings with several armed groups in the Middle East, if you kill me, my people and my friends will avenge me." So calm down, my friend. Aren't you just in it for the money? Make a price, and I'll transfer it to you right away. Is 10 million, 10 million dollars enough? ”

"Take him away." Kunjistan didn't want to hear it anymore.

"I curse you to hell, bastard!" Victor scolded angrily.

Kunjistan was not angry at all, he said into the intercom: "What's going on outside?" ”

A subordinate voice came, "The hotel has called the police, and the police will arrive here in five minutes." ”

"Retreat, destroy all the video evidence." Kunjistan said.

"Yes, Captain." There was no sound on the intercom.

Kunjistan led people to the elevator room, and although the gunshots woke up many people, no one dared to come out to take a look.

In the general control room, Kunjistan's men are destroying evidence. Unaware of the presence of a woman behind him, he had a sharp knife around his neck by the time he realized that there was someone behind him.

Gatosha cut lightly, and the special throwing knife was like cutting through more than one. The juice of the radish cut the neck of the man. Until he died, he did not see who had killed him.

Two minutes later, Kunjistan appeared in the hotel parking lot with someone, and Victor was stuffed into one of the cars. Kunjistan also got into that car. The other two men got into the other car and were ready to go.

"What's going on over there? Why haven't you come yet? The cab's men spoke.

"Don't wait for him, go." Kunjistan said.

The man followed the fire and drove towards the gate. Sirens could already be heard in the distance, and the police appeared. However, Seychelles is a small country with a total population of less than 100,000, and there are less than 1,000 police officers and troops, and even fewer police officers can be sent to deal with crimes. So Kunjistan didn't see the Seychelles police at all, and he was in a hurry to retreat just because he didn't want to get into trouble.

The two cars pulled out of the hotel, onto the city road, and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

"Something is going to happen to Blue?" The killer driving the vehicle said with some concern: "Why don't you wait for him." ”

Kunjistan took out the communicator and said, "Blue, what's going on over there?" Back! ”

No one answered, and there was a dead silence on the communicator.

Kunjistan frowned, "Don't wait for him, he's dead." ”

"Dead? Who did this to you? ”

Kunjistan looked at Victor beside him, "Is that your man?" ”

Victor knew very well in his heart that his people were dead, but at this time he saw a hint of a turnaround, and he sneered: "It's my people, you can't escape, they will catch up with you." Let me go, this is your last chance. ”

Kunjistan slapped Victor's neck, and Victor collapsed on the back couch.

The car continued to drive forward, and the Bojaya Hotel was left behind, no longer visible.

If you stay away from the Bojaya Hotel, you will be away from trouble, and although three of your men died on this mission, Kunjistan didn't care at all. He smoothly completed the task given to him by Master Tiga, and he was actually in a good mood.

"Did any of you spill perfume?" When his mind was not at the Bojaya Hotel, Kunjistan's nose sniffed, and he smelled a strange fragrance.

"Nope." The men in the same car denied it one after another.

Kunjistan put his nose on the unconscious Victor, and he sniffed vigorously, but Victor did not smell of perfume at all. His eyes suddenly fell on the trunk behind the back of the couch, and a hint of alarm rose in his heart.

However, this glimmer of vigilance came a little too late. He was just about to lift the door of the sofa to check the trunk, when he suddenly found that his hands had lost all strength, and he couldn't even do such a simple action as lifting them! What's even more weird is that under the influence of that fragrance, a lot of strange visions appeared in his mind, and the fragrance, thinking about what it tastes like......

Rumble! The driver tilted and collapsed in the passenger seat. The car also crashed into a tree on the side of the road and came to a sudden halt.

The same was true of the car behind, where all the occupants were unconscious, and the driver could not apply the brakes at all and crashed into a tree.

The trunks of the two cars opened almost at the same time, and Ling Feng and Vivian climbed out of the cars.

"That's it." Vivien clapped her hands.

Ling Feng opened the car door and hugged Victor down.

A station wagon approached and stopped next to the two cars, and the person sitting in the cab was Katosha.

"What about these jealous fellows?" Vivien asked.

Ling Feng smiled, "Of course you have to take it away, they will be a good gift." ”