Looking at the head of the anti-terrorism department who walked back and issued orders and began to deploy the preliminary survey of the building, the police chief now has only one kind of inability to permeate his heart.

‘I just hope...no more accidents!’

His eyes were filled with hope toward the Ralph Hotel...

...

"Damn it, there are actually such people among the guests. It seems that some people are getting angry!"

Listening to the report of his subordinates, he found traces of a person's activity on the eighth floor, and the leading militants spoke faintly.

He turned to say to a guy who was responsible for finding the hostages.

"Go to the back and take a look, and we can ensure that we can evacuate smoothly after we get the things!"

From the beginning, the leader never thought of trusting anyone after taking over this task. Only by making arrangements for his own life can he be properly.

Therefore, he neither cared about the conditions he put forward to the police nor the promises he made to the people behind him.

In his opinion, this is just to get more money...

It is obvious that these people who dare to do such great things with him are truly friends of life and death, and they can already understand the leader's ideas with just one look.

After grabbing the last target and putting it in the middle, the tall figure made several gestures, and then two fully armed guys followed him out.

"Dangerous tasks, but...the benefits are abundant enough!"

A trace of crazy light appeared in the dark eyes. The leader looked at the curtains rolled up with the strong winds of the cracked glass pouring in, and he was not worried about his life at all. After all, he no longer cared about his life and death!

...

"What are you doing?!"

Sheng Jiawen's face remained motionless, but his words were filled with chill.

"What are they doing? I don't care how big they want to end up, but my deal has to be done!"

The gloomy man bowed slightly.

"Boss, I believe they dare not disobey this point. After all... our renovation at the Ralph Hotel a month in advance was not just for the auction!"

Cold words rang out.

"Also, why did such a powerful guy come in among the guests? But we don't know?"

With a hint of sharp light, Sheng Jiawen looked at the gloomy man but took it lightly.

"Mako, you need to do more background checks..."

The gloomy man suddenly felt cold sweat coming out from behind, and he almost didn't know how to answer the conversation.

"Boss, I will re-examine it, and there are guys like bodyguards on the seventh floor?"

After calming down, he was a big boss, and his psychological quality was still far beyond ordinary people even if he was conquered.

As soon as he changed his mind, he asked about other things.

"Let them deal with it. I just need them to do what I have taught, so naturally the money will not be less... But whether they can survive after taking the money depends on their ability!"

After waved his hand, the middle-aged man with a plain face immediately walked into a safe house with a tight defense.

As the organizer, he naturally could not leave this hotel. He waited for the development of things here. With the power in his hands, he was enough to change many things at critical moments. In this critical situation, he must also stay here.

Therefore, it becomes necessary to prepare all safety measures in advance.

When he saw his boss walking into the safe house, the gloomy man called Marco turned around and a strong aura spread out.

He walked out a few steps and ordered to his subordinates around him.

"Look at this place. If something goes wrong with the boss, be careful of your whole family's lives!"

Then he led a team of gunmen to start guarding all the important roads on the ninth floor.

...

"I'm really careless..."

Bond, who was dressed in a Justice of Peace, had his suit broken at this time and could see blood stains on his body.

Since he could pretend to be his identity and enter the banquet, the kidnappers naturally had the help.

But he never expected that the seemingly slutty blonde woman was so amazing. If it weren't for the poisonous needle hidden in his watch, she would have fallen into it!

But his actions were also exposed.

"Damn it!"

In the toilet on a room on the seventh floor, Bond tied the wound on his body in front of the mirror. The solid muscles brought him extraordinary strength, but it also made the wound more troublesome to handle it.

At this moment, a strange voice came out.

"What an accident... I can see a survivor who escaped..."

Before Bond could come back to his senses, the cold muzzle was pressed near his head.

"What should I call you? Lucky Mr."

As his muscles tightened, Bond's hand holding the towel paused, slowly turned his head, looking into the mirror and hoping to see the image of the person behind him, but unexpectedly, the man seemed to be a shadow existing in nothingness, and he could not see his appearance no matter how he turned.

Knowing that the visitor was not simple, Bond took two deep breaths.

"Bond, my name is Shaw Connor Bond!"

When he heard this name, it was obvious that the person behind him was surprised, and then an unknown sneer came out.

"Is that so? Why do I think you should be called James Bond? Dear Lord 007..."

As soon as Bond finished speaking, he almost felt his heart pause.

‘Who is it? He knows so much? Where did the intelligence leak?’

"Don't worry, your temporary purpose is the same. It seems that the UK is also eyeing this snakehead group..."

The man holding the gun said behind Bond with a relaxed look.

"But you didn't expect him to be so bold, did you? Tsk tsk, it's really amazing to be so big in Paris!"

Some information was exposed to Bond, and the person behind him seemed to have disappeared. Bond's keen five senses were hard to catch even breathing.

Finally, just when Bond was about to get up!

A faint word came.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. There is only half an hour left, otherwise you will just wait and see the fireworks!"

"So respectful Mr. Bond, we have a chance to see you..."

Almost in the blink of an eye, Bond looked behind him, but saw nothing but darkness.

Cold sweat immediately soaked his whole body. In a short period of time, he felt even more sore than having experienced a big battle.

And in the corridor on the seventh floor, a figure who was moving extremely fast from time to time placed some things on the support wall of the restaurant and quickly walked towards the eighth floor.

A faint light shone in, illuminating his facial features, and Zhao Wuyou, who had lost his trace for a while!

"The things have been almost done. The show is about to start. We have to deal with the guys on the sixth floor..."

I saw him suddenly retract his steps towards the eighth floor, which was only a few steps away, turn around and walk towards the sixth floor.
Chapter completed!