"They're gone?" Rosa asked softly.

"No, wait a little longer, see the situation before making the next decision." Carl said with a look in his eyes.

Hearing this, both of them became honest, did not feel anxious anymore, and hid quietly.

After a while, there was no more movement, and the three of them were relieved.

"Come out, they're gone."

Kiss and Rosa looked deeper, not seeing any cannibals, and stood up reassuringly.

"The purpose of this operation is to rescue the captain, but we have not yet confirmed whether he has been captured by the cannibals." Ji Si frowned.

"Yes, but we have no choice but to sneak in and have a look." Karl nodded.

If the three of them leave because of the danger, and the people are really captured by the cannibals, it will be a real tragedy.

"Then the question is, since we can't sneak through the corridor anymore, and the outside is so blocked that not even a fly can fly, in this case, how should I get there?" Rosa asked.

Hearing this, the two smiled, and Carl said:

"Have you forgotten how we got here? Just because you use it once doesn't mean you can't use the second or third time......"

"Oops, I almost forgot, but I'm glad you reminded me." Rosa patted her head and said.

"But how do we find the room where the captain is? There are dozens, if not hundreds, of rooms on each floor of the hotel, and it would take at least half a day to check every floor, and this is without anyone stopping them. Ji Si frowned and said, "Is there anything you can do?" ”

Carl didn't respond, but quietly closed his eyes, his brain frantically calculating, and the hot sweat on his forehead was unaware.

If I were them, where would I hide them? He asked himself.

Because of his anxiety, his palms even broke out in a hot sweat, and his hands became a little red.

If it is used to detain some important person, it is usually hidden in some heavily guarded base. For example, some of the highest fortification prisons before the catastrophe were held by some international drug lords, and they were the kind with armed forces, and they were on RPGs, AK47s, and various heavy weapons at every turn, so that kind of prison was even garrisoned by the army.

Of course, there can't be such a great place in the hotel. After all, it's a building in the middle of a city.

So to speak, Constance is being held in a representative place, well, it is possible.

If there's a place at Rosewood that needs to be representative and safe, it's the Presidential Suite.

As one of the top 10 hotels in the country, the Presidential Suite is naturally gorgeous and safe, after all, if something happens to some foreign dignitaries here, their reputation will be greatly damaged, and it is not impossible that they will even go out of business.

So, Rosewood will definitely put some effort into security, and of course, it is now a cannibal kennel.

"I might have thought where they hid the captain!" Karl opened his eyes and said.

"You say."

"The presidential suite, the security is very reliable and easy to defend. If I were a cannibal, I would have chosen it as my shelter. He replied.

Hearing this, the two of them had a clear idea, and suddenly understood Carl's guess that only the presidential suite was safer.

"But do you know where the Presidential Suite is on this floor?" She asked.

He remembered this, and Carl blurted out without thinking about it:

"I know this, it's at the end of the passage on the twenty-eighth floor of the building."

Is there the end of the passage on the 28th floor?

The room they were in was relatively close there, which saved them a lot of effort, and it was one of the few good news.

What needs to be done has been done, and the next thing is to see the results.

Half an hour later......

The three of them straddled one patio after another, reaching the outside of the presidential suite, Carl's expression excited and nervous.

"It's been a long way to finally arrive." He breathed a sigh of relief.

The terrace of the Presidential Suite is more than a circle larger than the other rooms, and it is truly the most representative of the entire hotel, and there is a tempered glass door between the terrace and the room, which is said to be impossible for bullets to penetrate.

Carl looked around and saw that the glass door was not closed, which meant that they could sneak in without smashing it, which made it easier for them.

Still, this group of reckless men has done a good job, and who would have thought that someone would climb in from the terrace? They are not presidential bodyguards, and their sense of precaution is naturally average.

Karl poked his head out to take a look, his heart was weird, he was really a cannibal, all those expensive furniture were piled aside, and the whole space was used to place some workbenches, if anything, the current presidential suite was more like a slaughterhouse.

The stench coming from inside made people's stomachs tumble, and fortunately, the position where Carl and they were standing was a place with more air circulation, otherwise, they would have stinked to death.

I really don't know how this group of scum lives in it?

"Shhhhh Karl gestured softly.

As he spoke, two tall men with fat bodies came out of sight and placed them on the workbench, looking at him with a lewd smile, as if admiring some work of art.

"Please, don't kill me! Don't kill me! The emaciated man, in his early thirties tied to the workbench, was crying and begging for mercy.

No one responded to his appeal, and the two fat men smiled for a while, and put on a set of aprons, which broke the thin man with shocking bloodstains, as if to tell him: You will soon become one of them.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Seeing this, the thin man screamed hysterically.

"Are you bothered? Don't you see people working? ”

One of the fat men turned around and said with a dissatisfied face, this time because of the angle, Carl saw clearly what he looked like, and suddenly felt as uncomfortable as eating.

The fat man wears lipstick, has a pink face, has a ring of earrings on both ears, and what is even more disgusting is that he is a man wearing suspender stockings, a ladyboy behavior.

Carl admits that he was disgusted by him.

"Wife, don't you think it's going to be noisy?" The other fat man was smiling evilly and forcibly breaking open the thin man's jawbone.

"How can he not be noisy?" The ladyboy fat man's squeamish forked waist said.

"Look at it, baby, that's it."

As he spoke, he grabbed his tongue and slashed it in the thin man's desperate and frightened eyes.

"Look, that's amazing?" He picked up his severed tongue and smirked lewdly.

"Wow! My husband is really amazing! I love you. ”

"That's it."