The brown-and-red building that houses the 57th Street Hotel is just one of Manhattan's many old houses, and its 100-year history is not special. However, because it is located at the intersection of 57th Street and Lexington Avenue, it is almost the best location in Manhattan, so it is very famous in the local area. Many foreign tourists come to New York.

A lean man in a crisp suit walked into the hotel with a suitcase, spoke softly and politely, and looked like a business person coming to New York, impressing the chubby waiter at the front desk and remembering his name: Osama!

Osama took a shower, called the hotel to ask for a package, and soon the doorbell rang.

Osama opened the door, a young waiter came in with a dining cart, greeted Osama politely, and then skillfully put the various food trays on the dining cart on the table, and finally took out a bottle of red wine from the ice bucket and said, "Sir, this is a special red wine gift from our hotel!" ”

"Thank you! I don't drink though! Osama said politely.

"Okay, if there's anything else you need, feel free to command!" The waiter had a professional smile on his face.

"Okay!" Osama pulled out a ten-dollar bill from his pocket and was about to hand it to the waiter, when he suddenly appeared, along with the red wine, the waiter had taken out a pistol that flashed black.

With the pistol in hand, the very professional smile on the waiter's face disappeared without a trace in an instant, and was replaced by a murderous atmosphere. The muzzle of the gun was lightningly aimed at Osama's chest, and then the trigger was quickly pulled. His hands were steady and powerful, without any hesitation, and the whole movement was done in one go, clearly a veteran.

But Osama's reaction was faster than him, and the moment the waiter pulled the trigger, his body had already jumped up and flashed to the side.

"Poof!" There was a very low and small sound, and the shot grazed Osama's shoulder, sending a bead of blood.

Seeing that a shot did not hit the opponent's vital point, the waiter continued to chase Osama's trail at close range, and the mattress and futon in the room were shot out of multiple shocking bullet holes, and down flew in the room like snow. The pistol, on the other hand, is pre-equipped with a silencer device, so the sound is very slight and will not alarm the people outside at all.

"Whew!" A cold light flashed away, but it was Osama who had just landed, and he didn't know when a sharp dagger appeared in his hand, and he threw it out violently. The dagger roared out, sliding through the air in a cold arc towards the waiter's chest. The waiter didn't care about shooting, but his left hand reached out sharply and caught the dagger. And in this flash of lightning, Osama rushed forward like a tiger, grabbed the waiter's right arm holding the gun, grabbed his left wrist with his left hand, slammed his body against the wall, and then hit the bridge of his nose with his hard forehead, and immediately knocked the other party's nose to the point of bleeding, and even the bridge of the nose was broken.

The waiter was also extremely strong, holding back the pain without saying a word, and with a bend of his right foot, he slammed into Osama's crotch. Osama snapped his leg and bent his knee hard, and the iron knee hit the knee in the middle of the place.

"Bang" The two knees slammed together, and then a "click" sound of bones shattering was heard, and the waiter's face showed a painful expression, but there was no sound. The powerful impact also caused Osama to let go of the waiter's hands.

"Bang!" Osama felt a tingling in his arm, and then the pain spread throughout his body along the nerves in his arm. Before the other party could continue to shoot, he forcibly raised his foot and kicked the waiter's wrist in the pain, and the pistol was kicked out by him.

The waiter roared, lifted his left foot, twisted his body to the right, wrinkled the forefoot of his right foot, and rotated his heel to the ground to cooperate with the left twist of his body, and kicked his left foot in an arc towards Osama. In a hurry, Osama could only fold his arms to fend off the powerful attack.

The waiter kicked Osama's arms, and a sea of overwhelming force slammed into Osama's body, and Osama's body couldn't help but stagger back a few steps.

The dagger in the waiter's hand stabbed at him, and Osama's left hand grabbed the waiter's wrist like lightning, and his right leg suddenly unfolded, kicking him in the face from the side. In the blood splatter, the waiter screamed and flew out upside down with the knife, slammed into the wall, and fell to the ground again.

Osama unscrewed the dagger in his hand, cut his hands together, pressed them with his knees, and said coldly: "Who told you to kill me?" ”

The waiter pursed his mouth tightly and did not speak.

Osama then grabbed the dagger in his hand and stabbed it heavily in the waiter's arm. The severe pain made the waiter's body twitch, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and his face was extremely terrifying.

Osama sneered and said, "Hard mouth? Well, I have the time and the means to get you to remember everything......"

Before he could finish speaking, Osama's face suddenly changed suddenly, because he suddenly felt a cold thing against the back of his head.

"Throw the guy out of your hand and get on the ground or I'll shoot you in the head!" An extremely cold voice came from behind him, and the cold tone made people not doubt his determination to shoot at all.

Osama was frustrated. I should have thought that the other party was probably not alone. It's all your own negligence, or it will not lead to a reversal of the situation, and you are extremely passive.

As Osama pondered how to deal with the immediate crisis, he honestly threw the dagger in his hand to the ground, leaning forward slowly, and was about to lie on the ground. But at this moment, his right leg kicked backwards violently, and he kicked heavily on the body of the man behind him.

One kick was kicking the other party, but Osama did not have a trace of smugness in his heart, but instead rose a deep uneasiness. Because he kicked it, it didn't look like a person, but it seemed to be an iron wall, not only did he not react, but his leg hurt a lot.

Osama screamed in his heart, and as soon as he turned over, he was ready to flee as quickly as possible, but his body had just moved, but there was a sharp pain in his mind, and then his eyes went dark, and he immediately lost consciousness.

In a daze, I only felt the hissing sound of the wind howling in my ears, and the thick fishy smell of the sea breeze filled my nose. Osama shook his head vigorously, trying to think about everything that happened to the right person, and it seemed that he finally understood that after he was knocked unconscious, he didn't know where he was sent. However, from the bumps under him and the strong smell of the sea, he must be on a boat at this moment.

Osama turned his neck slightly, and his mind gradually cleared up, but all his strength seemed to be gone, and his hands were tied behind his back, and his body was also tightly bound by ropes.

"Damn, it won't be that unlucky, right? He was arrested just after arriving in New York, who leaked his whereabouts? Osama's heart was full of hatred, and many names quickly turned in his mind, and he couldn't understand the essentials, but he only felt that his thoughts were chaotic, and he took a long breath and didn't think about it, the future was uncertain at the moment, and it was useless to think about it, so he should think about how to get out of the predicament in front of him.

Osama's fingers gently rubbed the knot behind him. The clasp is so tedious and clever that it is impossible to untie this ingenious clasp by any one person. But Osama is not very human, in his life, escape can be said to be commonplace, he has been out of the high-security cell countless times, he has seen the most complicated situation, how can some ropes be trapped?

I don't know what method he used, but after about five or six minutes, the clasp loosened, and soon Osama's hands were free.

Moving his slightly numb arms, Osama breathed a sigh of relief. As long as you regain your freedom, you have a much better chance of escaping. However, it is obviously not convenient to act rashly at this moment. The surrounding situation is still unclear, and in a ship that does not know where to sail, it is not easy to act recklessly. The experience of many escapes has taught him that the most important thing to escape is to find and grasp the best time.

Osama tried to relax his whole body because he knew that when a person is nervous, his physical exertion will increase. And if you want to escape successfully, you must conserve your physical strength and keep your body in the best condition.

I don't know how long it took, Osama felt that the speed of the ship had dropped significantly, and then he heard a noisy sound of footsteps, listening to the footsteps, there were at least ten people, and the steps were steady, not like ordinary people.

Osama hurriedly put the rope back on, then closed his eyes slightly, and lay down in place, pretending not to wake up. No matter how flamboyant he was, he didn't dare to escape in front of so many people. It seems that the only way to do this is to wait and see, and then wait patiently for the opportunity.

The men did not seem to notice that Osama was awake, but no one spoke, but lifted him up, disembarked, and put him in a car, not knowing where to pull him.

Osama's eyes gently opened a line, and through this faint gap, he could roughly see the situation around him: more than a dozen burly men in the car were all fully armed, wearing the uniforms of unknown countries, looking majestic, revealing an awe-inspiring momentum. This kind of evil aura is exactly what he is extremely familiar with. A good man who has never fought in the rain of bullets cannot have this kind of momentum.

Seeing all this, Osama's heart couldn't help but froze. In the face of such a fierce enemy, it seems that he wants to escape smoothly, but it does not seem to be an easy task.

(The book has come to an end, and Xiao Han will try his best to write an ending that everyone is happy with!) ）。