This remote control is connected to a device installed by Pang Jindong behind the door lock. When someone tries to unlock the lock without permission, an alarm will be issued.

Pang Jindongxun came to the door and heard a slight sound from the door lock.

"You should have broken into the door." Pang Jindong thought, and pressed a device installed on the wall. "But the result is still the same..." After doing all this, Pang Jindong hid in the bathroom.

The device on the wall of the door corridor will emit an infrared light. When someone touches this light, the device will emit an electric current, detonating a row of plastic explosives placed under the door by Pang Jindong.

Just as Pang Jindong closed the bathroom door, a series of explosions rang out one after another, as if the entire hotel building was shaking, and thick smoke and dust rushed into the bathroom through the gaps in the door.

Pang Jindong counted, and after the last explosion sounded, he took a bath towel and wrapped it around his face, then took out his pistol, opened the door and rushed out.

The people lying all over the floor outside the door were all wearing black combat uniforms, wearing thick bulletproof vests on the outside, and the words FBI were marked on the back. Although they were protected by bulletproof vests, the explosion was too violent, some were motionless, and some were constantly rushing.

Pang Jindong looked at both sides of the corridor. Several people wearing ordinary police uniforms were far away and less impacted by the explosion. At this time, they came to their senses and hurriedly raised the gun in their hands. However, through the smoke and dust that had not dissipated for a long time, it was impossible to determine whether Pang Jindong was going to catch the person, so they did not shoot.

"Look at this!" Pang Jindong greeted and shot three times at the end of the corridor. All three policemen there were knocked to the ground. However, Pang Jindong was very sensible and did not hurt their vital points. The injury could recover quickly.

While firing, Pang Jindong kicked a submachine gun with his right foot, held it in his other hand, and then used the submachine gun to shoot violently at the other end of the corridor, allowing the police there to hide behind the obstacle and dare not move. Pang Jindong ran towards the direction of the first shooting while shooting.

When the submachine gun was exhausted, Pang Jindong had already run to the stairs. Pang Jindong dropped the submachine gun and ran down layer by layer as if flying.

When he arrived at the second floor, Pang Jindong stopped, put away his pistol and walked into the workshop.

In order to prevent sudden situations, Pang Jindong had learned about this hotel carefully before and knew that there was a workshop on the second floor to clean the guest's clothes, but he didn't expect it to be used at this time.

In order not to affect the guests, the workshop is away from the guest room. When Pang Jindong walked in, a strong man walked over and said, "Guests are not allowed here!"

Pang Jindong smiled and greeted the strong man: "hI, Anderson, I'm here!"

"Anderson?" The strong man turned around and wanted to see this employee he had never heard of before. Pang Jindong took the opportunity to slash the back of his head with a palm.

The strong man fainted on the ground without saying a word. Pang Jindong dragged him to a corner, took off his work clothes and changed into it, then tied him up firmly with the bed sheet and stuffed his mouth.

Pang Jindong found a hat and put it on his head, pressed the brim low, and then walked into the work room.

Pang Jindong wanted to find a safe passage, but he couldn't find anyone to ask. Because it was dinner time, there was no one in the workshop. Pang Jindong walked to the bottom and met a middle-aged black woman. This woman was about 40 or 50 years old, with a fat figure, and you can tell that her personality was quite fierce based on her appearance.

"Who are you? Why haven't I seen me before?" The black aunt looked at Pang Jindong and asked vigilantly.

Pang Jindong replied with a smile: "Hello, beauty, I'm going to work the first day today!"

"Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Pang Jindong shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be helpless, "I don't know either!"

When I was in China, Pang Jindong learned one thing: when he saw a man, he called a handsome guy, and when he saw a woman, he called a beautiful girl. Although this kind of explicit compliment is not popular in M ​​country, black aunts are obviously very useful, and their expressions are much more relaxed. She asked Pang Jindong: "Are you on the evening shift?"

Pang Jindong nodded hurriedly: "Yes! But I need to go out now!"

The black aunt pinched her waist with her hands and kindly advised: "Stay here, now the police have surrounded this place! Have you heard the explosion outside? There are machine guns firing! Bullets don't have eyes, and they can beat you into a sieve at any time!" She sighed, and the black aunt continued: "For us people of color, those white policemen are eager to find an opportunity to kill us with one shot! I am from Los Angeles and have experienced the riot in 1992. I am so clear about these things!"

Pang Jindong scratched his head and pretended to be embarrassed and said, "But...my girlfriend is waiting for me outside, and some things are to be handed over to me..."

"Oh?" The black aunt raised her eyebrows, thought for a while, and then replied, "Go to the left, go to the right, and go out of the employee passage! However, I can't be sure if there are any police there!"

"Thank you! Beauty!" Pang Jindong said happily.

"By the way, did you see a tall and strong silly boy when you came in?"

Pang Jindong shrugged and replied: "No!"

"This kid must have been lazy to go to the front desk to chase girls again. He didn't think about how those arrogant ladies would like him." After complaining, the black aunt reminded: "Don't learn from him and come back to work early."

"Yes, beauty!" Pang Jindong listened to the other party's nagging patiently, saluted a military salute, and then ran away as if flying.

According to the black aunt, Pang Jindong left the hotel building and went down from an iron outdoor staircase to an alley. There were indeed no police here, but the dense sirens could be heard in the distance.

Pang Jindong looked around and took the small road and left quickly. After crossing two blocks, Pang Jindong found a public phone number and called Agent House: "I'm wanted, do you know?"

"I know, but there is no way!" Agent House sighed and said helplessly: "No one expected that a boring person would hide upstairs and shoot everywhere, and happened to take you into the picture."

"What should I do now?"

"Where are you?"

"A phone booth at the Fifth Avenue intersection, there is an advertisement for Dior by Sharon Stone!"

"You are waiting there, I will send someone to pick you up immediately!"

Pang Jindong shook his head and told the other party: "What I need now is not this, but when can you release my people?"

"Can we talk about it later?"

Pang Jindong took a deep breath and nodded in agreement: "Okay! As soon as possible!"

"Just wait in place, don't go anywhere! There will be a man in a suit holding a roll of newspaper under his right armpit. You go over and ask him if he buys the newspaper. If he answers twenty-five cents, then follow him."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Pang Jindong did not stay at the phone booth, but went to the side to buy a pack of cigarettes.

The person who sells cigarettes is a middle-aged white man. When he handed the cigarette to Pang Jindong, he stared at Pang Jindong's face.

"What do you think?" Pang Jindong lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and asked the other party: "Do you think I look like a wanted criminal?"

The cigarette seller smiled awkwardly and shrugged his shoulders.

Pang Jindong said again: "I know that in the eyes of many Chinese people, Asians all look the same."

Hearing this sentence, the cigarette seller immediately clarified: "Sorry, I have no racism, absolutely not!"

"That's good! Otherwise, maybe one day we will come back to discriminate against you!"

Pang Jindong walked to the side smoking and observed the phone booth from afar. About ten minutes later, an Asian-looking man walked there and made a phone call.

At this moment, a Ford sedan flew over and braked suddenly at the telephone booth. As the tires rubbed against the ground, two gunshots rang out. The person who was making the phone shook his body and then fell to the ground, blood splattered all over the telephone booth.

The car then started immediately and drove away quickly, leaving behind the terrifying shouts of pedestrians passing by.

Pang Jindong stared blankly at the corpse in the phone booth, his legs became weak and he almost sat on the ground.

After a long time, Pang Jindong whispered to himself: "Anderson... and House, I want to kill your whole family..."

Pang Jindong regretted that he should have thought that since the matter had been exposed, Anderson might order him to be killed and silenced. Although it seemed that he once appreciated him so much, politicians had no feelings. Perhaps others' evaluation of him was correct - as long as he could become president, he would send his parents' souls to hell without hesitation.

Although Pang Jindong had made up his mind to avenge Director Anderson no matter what he would do next, he had to consider his own safety issues first. In addition, he had to worry about the lives of several brothers, which were in the hands of Director Anderson.

Pang Jindong had just turned his head and was about to leave, but suddenly he felt dark in front of him and fell to the ground and fainted.

Several strong men took advantage of the people around to focus on the murder in front of them and knocked Pang Jindong down with a bat, and then rushed to stuff Pang Jindong into a car.

It took me a long time before Pang Jindong woke up leisurely, and felt a severe headache coming, and he was a little disgusting.

"Hey, it's not a concussion, right?" Pang Jindong opened his eyes and now it was like a high-altitude myopia mirror, everything around him was distorted and hazy.

Pang Jindong closed his eyes, lowered his head, and took a few breaths slowly. After a while, when Pang Jindong opened his eyes again, his vision was clearer and he was tied to a chair.

Standing in front of Pang Jindong were four tall men, wearing vests without exception, and their exposed skin was full of tattoos.

Pang Jindong stared at the tallest one and then slowly asked: "Are you a bald guy?"

The bald man is the boss of the Russian gangster in this area. Because he always shaves his head, he gets such a nickname. Pang Jindong has seen him in the past because he is the Red Scorpion's superior. In the past, whenever a large number of arms were needed, the Red Scorpion would lead Pang Jindong to see him.

"I'm glad you still remember me, Jerry!" The bald man took out a cigar, bit his head and put it in his mouth, and slowly rotated it and lit it with a ZIppo lighter.

Pang Jindong looked down at the rope on his body and asked the bald man: "What do you mean?"

"Nothing, I just need to ask you something!" The bald man took a sip of the cigar and replied slowly.

"This is not the way to ask someone to come!"

"It depends on what's going on!" said the bald man and clapped his face.

A tall golden girl walked to Pang Jindong with a slow pace. She was wearing very high heels and stepped on the ground with a crisp "click" sound, which reminded Pang Jindong of a time bomb.

"Do you still remember me? Chinese guy!" The golden girl looked up at Pang Jindong and asked provocatively.

Pang Jindong shook his head: "I don't remember!"

"I am the woman of Red Scorpion!"

"There are too many women in Red Scorpion, and I can't tell the difference!"

Hearing Pang Jindong's words, the red girl's face became ugly and she looked at the bald man like help.

Although he pretended to be nothing on the surface, Pang Jindong's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone.

Pang Jindong had met several women of Hong Scorpion, but most of them were just meeting each other, so it was impossible to remember them too clearly. Before Hong Scorpion left, there was a woman with him. Pang Jindong originally thought that she was the one who was killed in the store, but now he knew that Hong Scorpion was not cuckolded. The problem that followed was that this woman who escaped by chance probably knew about Pang Jindong’s deal with Hong Scorpion.

The bald man tilted his head and told the golden girl: "You know what you want to say it all!"

While slowly shaking his head, the Golden Girl replied: "Before going out during the day, Hong Scorpion told me that a mercenary named Jerry wanted to buy a gun, and told me the location. After Hong Scorpion left, I went out to have dinner with one of my friends. When I went back, everyone in the store was dead..." The Golden Girl became more and more excited as she spoke. She rushed to Pang Jindong, slapped Pang Jindong in the face, and then spat on Pang Jindong's face.

Pang Jindong felt a scorching pain on his face, and looked at the other party helplessly without saying anything.

The bald man grabbed the golden girl's arm, shook her head slightly, and then ordered: "Continue!"

The golden girl sorted out her thoughts and seemed to calm down, but her voice still seemed very excited. She told the bald man: "Later... I will tell you the matter later!"

The bald man asked, "That's all, right?" Seeing the golden girl nodding, the bald man said to Pang Jindong; "I immediately took people to the place you agreed upon, and then the Red Scorpion's car appeared, and then the Red Scorpion slept in the trunk, but he could never wake up again."

"I'm very sorry!" Pang Jindong tried hard to shrugg the gang and said to the bald man: "Red Scorpion is a very good person, even though he regards marijuana more important than anything else!"
Chapter completed!