Seeing that the girl nodded repeatedly and was willing to cooperate, Ye Fan slowly loosened his hand.
The girl's tears were already in her eyes, and Ye Fan's chill made her little heart feel cold, so she said intermittently.
"The three Mr. Matsuwa... They are on the fourth floor... Suite No. 8 on the fourth floor... Hmm!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the girl was hit in the neck by Ye Fan, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
Ye Fan put the girl on the bed, took off her clothes, and then covered her with a towel and blanket.
He himself sat on the edge of the bed and took out all the keys from his pocket and several pieces of iron buckled on his belt.
These messy things seemed useless, but within five minutes, they were assembled into a small G3 agent gun.
After the g3 was assembled, he took off the automatic head necklace hanging around his neck. There were three bullets in total and they were all loaded.
It's already ten o'clock. You must dare to solve the island country's San Du Kui before ten thirty, otherwise you will be forced to abandon the mission as soon as the police arrive.
After leaving the room, Ye Fan carefully walked around several service girls.
At the corner of each floor, there is a waiter sitting next to the sofa, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand.
Ye Fan frowned, straightened up and walked over.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket and came to the waiter with a faint smile, "Hey, brother, lend me a light!"
"Sir, it's all over so soon?" He saw Ye Fan come in before.
But it's only been less than fifteen minutes now, and it's out like this.
Also, where is that little girl?
Ye Fan scratched his head and chuckled, "It hasn't started yet! After taking a bath, I got craving for cigarettes and found that I didn't bring a lighter, so I had to come out to get it."
The waiter suddenly realized, "Isn't No. 24 taking a shower?"
"Yes!" Ye Fan borrowed the lighter handed by the waiter, lit the cigarette, and suddenly patted his thigh.
"By the way, come here and take a look. It seems that the air conditioner can't be adjusted to a high and stable level. When I came out of the shower, it was so hot!"
With that said, Ye Fan got up and walked to his room.
The waiter didn't doubt his presence, after all, there were very few people causing trouble here.
The waiter and Ye Fan came to the door of the room, and Ye Fan turned the handle and went in.
"Is the remote control out of power..."
The waiter just took a step forward and felt his whole body fly up. Before he could react, a huge silver gun was pressed against his head.
Ye Fan pressed the waiter on the bed, put one knee on his abdomen, pointed the G3 between his eyebrows, and said with a cold smile: "Handsome guy, I'm sorry, I want to borrow your work clothes."
"You...do you know who is covering this place? What do you want to do?!" The waiter gasped in panic, with a look of fear in his eyes.
Ye Fan smacked his mouth, "Of course I know who covered it! Boy, take off your clothes quickly, otherwise you might be missing a certain part!"
Ye Fan's gun swept back and forth on the waiter.
This waiter was not a brave person. Under Ye Fan's sharp gaze, he quickly took off his coat.
"That's right!" Ye Fan laughed.
"Put your walkie-talkie away. Just stay here and cover it up for me if anything happens.
Boy, I am not alone, if the mission fails, we will have to arrest you to take the blame!"
Ye Fan didn't intend to knock him unconscious. After all, the intercom would ring every once in a while in this place. If no one spoke, the security measures at the island bathhouse would be activated immediately.
Keeping this brat can keep people a secret, right?
"There's more than one of you?!" the waiter was surprised.
"Hehe, boy, you only have one life, you must seize it. You are different from those rich people, they can spend money to buy their lives, but you can only use your life to pay for your sins.
So, remember your current situation. If you leak any information that will affect our mission, then I’m sorry, but you won’t be able to see the sunrise tomorrow.”
While talking, Ye Fan took out his mobile phone, pretended to take pictures, and then seemed to send a text message.
"I've already revealed your appearance. I'm sorry, but if the mission fails, you will bear full responsibility."
Ye Fan put on the waiter suit scattered on the ground and threw the intercom to the waiter, "Smart people can often live longer than fools!"
The waiter's expression was extremely ugly, but he was even more worried about his own life.
Now, he hopes that Ye Fan will complete the task quickly and then leave here quickly!
Ye Fan put on the fake outer packaging and left the room again.
However, this time when he left, he broke the handle of the door inside.
"I hope this guy knows a little bit about things!" Ye Fan grinned and walked straight to the fourth floor.
I met a few service girls along the way, but none of them had any expressions. They glanced at Ye Fan and continued walking with other guests, regardless of whether this island bathhouse really had a number one waiter like Ye Fan.
Ye Fan knew in his heart that most of the people working here were zombies.
In the eyes of these people, there are only customers and money, friends and colleagues, they are just floating clouds.
It was this special work style that allowed Ye Fan to reach the fourth floor without any hindrance.
The fourth floor of the "Island Island Sunflower Bathhouse" is obviously much more luxuriously decorated. It is just a lobby with more than a dozen waiters waiting nearby.
To the east, there are fifty high-end massage beds, with twenty or thirty customers lying on them to rest.
The private room was at the west end. Ye Fan walked towards the west end very naturally, with a few towels on his hands. He seemed to think he was going to serve others!
Arriving at the door of Suite No. 8, Ye Fan rang the doorbell.
"Who is it?" The security hole on the door was opened a small crack, and a question came from inside.
Ye Fan was startled. The voice was too immature, and he was probably one of the young waiters waiting nearby.
"Oh, give me a hot towel!"
"Hot towels?" The person inside was stunned, "The guests in this room did not order hot towels."
Ye Fan secretly cursed a few times, "Really? Then I'll ask the front desk..."
At this time, a low voice came from the room, "A hot towel? Bring it in, just in time to apply it on my back."
"Okay!" The waiter agreed and closed the security door.
After about ten seconds, the door of the private room opened.
Ye Fan was sure that the sound insulation effect here was good, otherwise it wouldn't be so troublesome to open a door!
The door was only opened thirty centimeters, and a handsome waiter reached out his hand and said, "Leave the towel!"
Ye Fan grinned, "I want to stay too!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed in sideways like a ghost, then closed the door of the private room with his backhand, locked it, and pulled the ring.
This private room is about 60 to 70 square meters, with three large water beds and three massage beds.
In the corner, there is a pool of about ten square meters.
The temperature in the room was very high at this time, and the three men were lying on the water bed watching the TV hanging on the wall.
Ye Fan's rude actions did not make them turn around.
The waiter who was pushed aside by Ye Fan was furious and shouted in a low voice: "What are you doing?! Don't you want to do it anymore?!"
"Fuck you..." Ye Fan didn't even look at him, and hit him directly on the neck with a knife.
The waiter didn't even yell. He immediately kicked his legs and fell to the ground unconscious.
A muffled sound of "bang" made one of the three people turn his head. Not only was he not surprised, he curled his lips and smiled, then turned his head to watch TV again.
"What do you want to do..." The man lying in the middle didn't look back and just asked in a low voice.
Ye Fan curled his lips, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a puff, "Of course I want you three to have a mahjong table with the Lord of Hell!"
"Haha, you're quite confident!" The man laughed, "Do you think you can kill us? How many people have thought about it, but it's a pity that they are the ones who died."
"It's very easy to kill you. Those people are too artistic and don't have much to say. If you ask me, I can just use a gun to kill you..."
The people Ye Fan was talking about were naturally the special police assigned by the Nanyang government to kill San Dukui.
However, Ye Fan is not among this group of people.
"Haha... Someone once wanted to shoot us, but we are born with a sixth sense that can sense danger.
Later, those people took revenge on us and did not dare to come again... I thought they were all cowards, but I didn't expect that some of them were not afraid of death."
Ye Fan said "Hey!" several times and said very dissatisfiedly, "You don't even turn around to take a look. How do you know this time that I am not in danger?"
"Stop joking..." The man turned his head and glanced at Mark.
"My arms and legs are thinner, but my breathing is pretty even. I've been practicing for a while. But if you want us to feel dangerous just like this, that's ridiculous."
"Really?!" Ye Fan smiled slightly, took a deep breath, and took off his coat, revealing his scarred skin.
He exhaled slowly, and the bones in his body slowly bulged, and the bones actually rubbed against each other, making a "crackling" sound.
A surging force of strength suddenly surged.
At this time, Ye Fan looked like a different person. All the muscles in his body had increased dramatically. Both his arms and body bones were all thicker.
"You three self-righteous fools, why don't you feel again whether I am dangerous or not?"
The three people were shocked by Ye Fan's sudden surge of momentum. Before Ye Fan could finish speaking, they all rolled off the water bed and stood together staring at Ye Fan.
"Six times the limit?!" One of them narrowed his eyes, looked Ye Fan up and down, and suddenly showed a sneer, "Such a young six times the limit, which country are you from?"
"Brother, such a young boy dares to come to us for trouble, haha... I'm really tired of living! Brother, third brother, let me teach him the principles of life!"
Sandukui is a triplet, the oldest is Song and Ding, the second is Song and Yu, and the third is Song and Tong.