The footsteps outside the door were a little scattered, and they didn't sound as well-trained as the previous Snakeeye mercenaries.

Although they tried their best to slow down, it was difficult to completely hide the sound of their footsteps.

There was even a subtle sound of conversation, which was caught by Shen Feng's ears.

His consciousness tentacles had been released for the first time, and together with Jingwei, he saw the scene outside through the camera at the end of the corridor.

More than 30 men dressed as waiters in black suits, armed with various firearms, were about to break down the door.

At the front is a man pushing a cleaning cart, with a pair of triangular eyes and a gloomy face, and a corner of his gorgeous tattoo can be faintly seen from the neckline.

Obviously, these people are not professionals.

But the degree of brutality is still excessive.

The corridors on this floor of the entire hotel have apparently been cordoned off, and no one has disturbed them.

Shen Feng and Jingwei's consciousness tentacles felt at the same time that someone was manipulating the monitoring system and wanted to modify the content of this surveillance video.

There are other people behind it.

At the same time, Shen Feng felt that on the upper floor of the room he was in, there was also a slight sound of messy footsteps, and several people walked to the window.

Tsk, no wonder the "self" in the apocalyptic era of the gray tide was so strong and still killed.

The enemy's surprise attack did not show any warning, and the number of people was strong.

If there is no warning in advance, it is really unpredictable.

Shen Feng couldn't help but pout.

Then he looked up at the corner of the ceiling and hooked his finger at the cluster of nanomachines on the side.

The room quickly fell silent.

The crowd outside the door was led by Bancun and a man wearing sunglasses, and after finding that there was no movement in the room, Bancun immediately knocked on the door again and said in a very polite tone:

"Hello sir, room service."

At the same time, he aimed the shotgun in his hand at the door.

Still no one came to open the door.

Bancun and sunglasses glanced at each other, nodded slightly, and moved out of the way.

A tall man in body armor stepped forward, brushed open the door, and then rushed in with a gun in his hand.

The crowd followed and rushed into the room, dozens of guns pointed at all corners of the room.

When they came here to execute this deal, they had already received the news that the target was an extremely dangerous person, an Asian kid, maybe a kung fu master who walked on the wall, and he had to be cautious.

But to their astonishment, the room was empty and there was nothing.

Whether it's the bedroom or the bathroom, there's not even a ghost.

The other party left?

It shouldn't be......

Just now they had confirmed with the waiter here through the monitoring that after the other party returned to the hotel, he did not leave at all.

And now because of the assassination of Cady Cohen at the electronics show, there are police patrols everywhere, interrogating suspicious people, and that kid is even more unlikely to leave here.

It's just that he's not here, it's like the world has evaporated.

The leader put the gun away, walked over to the table, and touched a glass of water on it.

The water is lukewarm.

Only those Chinese people love to drink hot water so much.

The other party should not have gone far......

"Bart, Bart, come and have a look." The man in sunglasses whispered.

Bancun Bart immediately walked over and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The man in sunglasses was frowning at this time and looked up at the ceiling, and said:

"Do you ever feel that the ceiling in this corner is a lot lower than the surrounding one...... In addition, this room gave me a very uncomfortable feeling, as if something was alive...... Do you understand? It's like the rooms where monsters are hidden in Alien, and the ghosts in The Shining......"

Bart looked at the curvature of the ceiling and couldn't help but laugh:

"Hahaha, old man John, are you sucking too much? These high-end hotels are like that, what the fuck design will go for, and for those designers to get a straight line can kill them...... As for what is alive in the room...... God, the ceiling is moving! ”

Before he could finish his sentence, the surrounding ceiling, along with the walls and carpets, suddenly rushed towards the people in the room as if they had come to life!

No, it's not that the room comes to life, it's that something is attached to it, a thin layer about the thickness of a palm, and at this moment it instantly gathers in the middle, enveloping them all in it!

Dozens of gun-wielding killers didn't have time to react at all, they were wrapped together like zongzi and huddled together!

At this time, they finally discovered that what was wrapped around them was a layer of silvery-white substance similar to metal, but this "metal" was constantly wriggling and deforming like a colloid, and it entangled their hands with guns at the first time, so that their fingers could not move at all!

At the same time, where the ceiling they had just seen had collapsed, a bald Asian boy in pajamas fell to the ground, picked up the hot water on the table, and walked towards them with a smile!

That's the goal!

Everyone was horrified, they didn't expect that the target would not only know kung fu, but also have damn magic!

"What is this? Oriental witchcraft? Black magic? Sunglasses John widened his eyes and muttered, "Even the witch doctors of our fucking nigger homeland don't have that ability......"

"No, Boss John, haven't you seen Arnold Schwarzenegger's Terminator? This...... It's a liquid metal robot! Definitely that kind of thing! I knew that this kid must be from the government or the military, maybe he escaped from Area 51! God knows what the hell those damn politicians did! A man wearing a large gold chain next to him said tremblingly.

"Oh my God, is it true in those movies? What exactly is this person? Are those evil aliens? ”

"God, God, please spare me, I'm just ...... I just listened to the boss's orders......"

"Are you crazy? Don't talk nonsense! It's just some kind of black technology weapon! Of course, this gentleman, I also have no intention of offending ......"

Everyone was gossiping, but in the next moment, they were already gagged by the surrounding metal fluid, and they couldn't speak at all.

Hearing these people's speculations, Shen Feng couldn't help but be a little amused.

However, this is also a true portrayal of the entire Eagle Country.

A country where classes and groups are extremely fragmented.

At the top is meritocracy, elite education, at the middle is the hard-working middle class, and at the bottom is complete anti-intellectualism, extreme superstition, or belief in some specious pseudoscience.

The super-high degree of freedom, which is the reason for the prosperity of the Eagle Country, will also be the source of its decline.

Interesting.

But it doesn't have much to do with him.

Compared with the life and death of the entire human civilization, this is really insignificant, and it can only be regarded as a trivial matter that makes Shen Feng feel a little interesting.

Drinking all the water in the cup, Shen Feng dragged a chair and sat in front of everyone and asked:

"Origin? Why kill me? ”

Then with a wave of his hand, a cluster of nanomachines emerged from the mouths of Plate Bart and Sunglasses John, allowing them to speak.

The two of them were completely shocked by this strange power and existence at this time, but they didn't know what to say for a while.

Or rather, they still hope in their other companions.

Before they came here, they were ready for both.

They're just the first team.

Seeing that the two of them didn't speak, Shen Feng tilted his head expressionlessly, and the small gray tide in front of him immediately began to squirm rapidly, blocking Bancun Bart's mouth.

Immediately after, under the horrified gaze of everyone, the surrounding nanomechanical clusters began to slowly crawl onto Bart's body and face, and then began to gnaw!

Beads of blood oozed from Bart's face, and then the entire skin quickly disappeared, revealing the muscles and bones within.

And these things, too, are disappearing!

He struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free from the nanomechanical swarm, and he wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.

The place where he was gnawed has also become a new cluster of nanomachines.

The people around even saw with their own eyes that Barth's eyeballs, which were not covered by eyelids, were so exposed and gnawed away layer by layer.

Soon, Bart's skull was eroded, revealing his brain, then his entire head, upper body, legs, and all the way to the point where the whole person had disappeared as if it had never existed.

It's just that the surrounding nanomachinery cluster has grown a lot.

There was also an extra puddle of water on the ground.

A pool of clean, devoid of any impurities.

This is something that has been left over from the nanomechanical cluster.

After doing all this, Shen Feng removed the nanomechanical cluster that blocked John's mouth and said to him:

"Tell me everything you know."

This John had been muttering something from the beginning, apparently rather superstitious, and a staunch anti-intellectual, and it was much more convenient to use him as a breakthrough.

As for the one who was eaten up just now, he was much more rational and calm, and it was not suitable for torture.

It is estimated that Bart never dreamed that he would die from his sanity and calmness.

Hearing Shen Feng's question, Sunglasses John trembled all over, and hurriedly said:

"We ...... We are members of the New York Emperors, and we are here because we have received orders from above to get rid of ...... Get rid of a person...... And there is also the exact room number, as well as the hotel's internal response, oh, and the police's internal response......"

The Emperors?

Shen Feng frowned.

Most of the members of these underground gangs in the Eagle Country are not educated, and they attract the same people, and most of the names they give themselves are middle two.

What Herman Old gunslinger, street 18, soul of wheels and so on.

Some underground hip-hop singers are also gang members, and the lyrics are all about car tickets, horses, big gold chains, and small watches.

The name of this Emperor Gang is also normal.

However, the other party has an internal response in the New York Police Department, and it is obviously not a small force.

"Who ordered you to come here?" Shen Feng continued to ask.

"Yes...... He is the underground emperor of New York City, the boss of the Emperor Gang, Mai ...... Mike Boss ......"