"Drop! Drip! Da! Drip! ”

The sound of the old horse tapping his fingers on the table was very crisp, and Fang Yan looked up at him and nodded.

"Old horse, the taste of this dish is a little bad!" Fang Yan chuckled softly, put down the chopsticks in his hand, took out a piece of paper and wiped the corners of his mouth, and leaned back on the back of the chair behind him.

"The taste here is really not very authentic." The old horse replied with a smile, glanced around casually, and nodded to the waiter who walked down the aisle.

"Which side does it smell like?" Fang Yan laughed, and the muscles in his legs began to tense, and then slowly relaxed.

"Two taels of pork stewed vermicelli in the northeast, one pound of mutton in the northwest, two taels of small noodles in the south, and a few scallops along the coast." The old horse smiled again, and put his hand slightly into the briefcase.

"So much goodies?" Fang Yan leaned back in his chair and said.

"Not really, but it's a pity that it's all scattered." Lao Ma still has the appearance of a calm and kind uncle, but the dialect facing him can see a kind of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Relax, we can't spill, the one who spilled is coming." The old horse whispered abruptly, and Fang Yan nodded.

A subtle aura of solidification began to spread through the space, and Fang Yan propped his head with his left hand, and looked around casually with a little tired look.

……

"Target number one confirmed!"

"Target number two is determined!"

"Report the location!"

"The first floor has been controlled!"

"The second floor has been controlled!"

"The entrance and exit are controlled!"

"Target No. 2 lives or dies, as long as Target No. 1 lives, rat hunting, GO!" GO！ GO！ ”

On the street, inside a black RV, a white man listened to the sound coming from the headset, looked at the two people who didn't seem to be aware on the surveillance screen, and said eagerly into the headset.

“shit！ ...... like"

The white man took a sip of the coffee next to him, then put it down again, and said with a curse.

……

"Ding!"

The sound of the elevator arriveing, a man and a woman in a gown walked out, the lights in the hall were intoxicating, soft, and dim.

"Ready!" The old horse tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and after watching Fang Yan turn his head to look at him, his lips opened slightly, and he drew the shape of the two words.

"Sir, we are civil servants of the Japanese police department." Two policemen walked over, stood in front of Fang Yan and said, taking out their police ID cards and handcuffs, "We suspect you have something to do with a recent case......

The figure hidden in the shadows began to gradually reveal, slowly moving closer to the place where the dialect and the old horse were.

“Can you speak English？”

Fang Yan asked rhetorically, and faintly made an OK gesture towards the old horse with his left hand, facing the two people, but his face was full of confusion and confusion, as if he really couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Act now, the rat is ready to flee, repeat, the rat is ready to flee!" A hurried sound rang from the tiny headset to the waiter's hand, and at the same time, a mechanical fly landed in the shadows across from them, just in time to see the dialect gesture.

"I, I can speak......" The policeman stumbled and said, as if he was not very proficient in English, and his right hand slowly touched his waist, and the policeman next to him gradually stretched out the hand that had been hidden in his waist.

“Move！”

A gun was quickly pulled out of the waist by the police, but at the same time, Fang Yan stepped forward, clamped his wrist with his backhand, and pressed it sideways towards the table in front of him, while the other hand quickly grabbed the chopsticks in front of the plate and stabbed it into the waiter's hand.

"Ahh

The scream came from the mouth of the waiter in front of him, and Fang Yan quickly snatched the pistol and immediately smashed it on the head of the policeman lying on the table.

"Smack! Syllable! ”

"Bang!"

Two gunshots rang out from the direction of the old horse, and at the same time, a trace of blood stained Fang Yan's face.

"Smack! Syllable! ”

The old horse glanced around, shrunk down, and fired several shots at the huge chandelier in the center.

"Bang!"

The chandelier above the hall fell to the ground, and the already soft hall instantly dimmed.

"Ah......h

Only then did the ordinary guests in the hall react, and they kept screaming and rushed towards the door of this hotel in a panic.

"Come with me! You look behind! The old horse shouted, picked up the briefcase on the stool, and ran quickly towards the staircase of the hotel.

"Attention all personnel, immediately close the circle, close the circle immediately! Target No. 1 catches alive, repeats, Target No. 1 catches alive! The white man in the RV stood up, the anger on his face clearly visible, looking at the agents on the screen who were constantly interspersed in the chaotic crowd, his right hand clenched tightly,

“Damn it！”

……

"Smack! Syllable! ”

A few gunshots rang out, Fang Yan threw away the pistol with empty bullets, looked at the agent who came up from the second floor again, covered the side with his hands, ran two steps and then shuttled to the ground, and quickly slid behind the sofa where the old horse was hiding.

"Give me a gun! What is there for me! ”

He shouted frantically, several bullets shot into the front of the sofa, a slight shaking sensation began to spread down his back, Fang Yan hugged his head, and the vase next to him exploded under the bullet shot, and the fragments hit the two of them.

"Next!" The old horse threw the pistol and two magazines over, and Fang Yan caught it with his hand, and instantly opened the safety and loaded it.

"Come with me!" The old horse roared, pulled out and fired two shots, and quickly ran forward with the dialect, constantly using the pillars and seats in the hall as concealment.

"Smack! Syllable! ”

A figure fell from the second floor, and Fang Yan rolled on the ground, quickly following the old horse, and running towards the safe passage.

"Bang!"

Seeing Fang Yan rushing in, the old horse closed the iron door in an instant, and then picked up the broom next to him and blocked it between the two handles.

"Go upstairs!"

There were only two words, Lao Ma's expression became serious, and after throwing the briefcase to Fang Yan, he held the gun in both hands and quickly touched it upstairs.

"Smack!"

A gunshot sounded very suddenly, a figure in a flower shirt screamed, rolled down the stairs, the old horse made up another shot, and the ordinary young man who was still screaming in pain was instantly silent.

He looked at the top of the stairs, beckoned to the somewhat stunned dialect behind him, and quickly ran up the stairs.

……

"The rat has gone upstairs, the rat has gone upstairs, keep the safe passage, guard the elevator entrance, and close the ......" one after another commands kept coming out of the mouths of the white people, and then reaching the ears of everyone inside the hotel.

"Roger!"

"Roger!"

Word after word rang out in the hotel, and all the agents began to deploy according to the orders of their superiors......