[I heard that if the sphincter is damaged, you will walk with a limp]
[Puts his face closer and says, "You damn daddy nigger should go to the plantation and grow cotton."]
【Keep silent】
4:0:5, Transparent Bridge maintained maximum restraint.
The same goes for Smith. After all, they are good brothers. At least for now.
"How many floors is he on? I know you know." Smith grabbed Slack's collar.
"Well I do know... put me down you rude nigger." Slack yelled: "He has a new relationship, and the woman was arranged by him at No. 3303 of the Sierra Towers Apartments. As night fell, he again
The woman who always comes back to accompany him when he is busy."
"Correction, my woman." Smith said something disgusting or exciting, and looked at Rohard: "Killer, it's up to you whether we can get our identity back."
"And us." Slack interjected at this time. "I will help you hack into the elevator, but you have to find a way to access the door yourself. This thing can't be bypassed. Forced cracking will only cause alarms to sound everywhere in the apartment."
After speaking, Slack looked at Smith.
Smith raised his hands and backed away: "I'm only responsible for dividing the money afterwards, okay?"
After completing the simple division of labor, Slack returned to the muscle car he drove in, took out his laptop, casually connected to the network of a roadside shop, tapped a few times, and finally pressed the Enter key.
A surveillance image of the corridor inside the apartment appears on the screen.
"Bring it with you, I'll tell you if anything happens." Slack handed Rohard a Bluetooth headset.
"Can you see the room? If the impostor is doing something, please help me masturbate. If this fails, I can take it back and masturbate." Smith said with a lewd smile, eager to try.
"Idiot, would you allow someone to install a camera in your room?" Slack cursed in disgust, urging Rohard to take action.
Rohard put on his Bluetooth headphones and walked silently across the street and up the steps.
Rohard was obviously a white man who was neither black nor yellow, so he easily entered this most exclusive apartment in Los Angeles without any obstruction.
"The elevator is on the 17th floor now, but there are people waiting for the elevator on the first floor, waiting for the next one."
Slack's voice sounded on the Bluetooth.
Rohard came to the elevator. Just as Slack said, there was a male guest waiting for the elevator.
bite--
When the elevator reached the first floor, the man entered the elevator and swiped the door card. He pressed the door-open button and waited for Rohard to come in.
Rohard remained motionless. The man who waited for a few seconds felt bored and shrugged his shoulders and took away his fingers.
The elevator door slowly closed.
Rohard waits for the next elevator.
21...22...23...The elevator stopped on the twenty-third floor and waited for more than ten seconds before starting to descend.
At the same time, Rohard's headset sounded Slack's reminder: "A waiter is heading your way..."
A waiter was leaving the lobby and heading to the elevator.
14…13…12…
Rohard had time to advance to the elevator before the waiter arrived, but the elevator suddenly stopped on the eighth floor.
"Hurry... hurry..." Slack anxiously urged the elevator to start quickly.
The elevator stayed on the 8th floor for nearly twenty seconds before descending again.
"Must be a damn, dilly-dallying, hateful woman!" Slack cursed in a low voice like a gay man.
Da da da da——
Rohard had already vaguely heard the crunching sound of a pair of cheap leather shoes on the marble tiles at the corner.
"Big White Bear! I suggest you hide in the safe passage, now!" Slack's voice became more and more anxious.
6…5…4…
"He's around the corner!" a piercing shout came from the Bluetooth.
bite--
At the same time, the elevator door reaches the first floor.
A man wearing pajamas and slippers walked out of the slowly opening elevator.
Rohard quickly passed by, entered the slightly sinking elevator, turned around and pressed the door button. The button on the 33rd floor automatically lit up, and Slack also started taking action.
And outside the slowly closing elevator door, a figure walking quickly appeared.
"Please wait a moment——"
The closed elevator door blocked the rest of the waiter's words.
"Damn DeepPockets..." The waiter cursed in a low voice and waited helplessly for the next elevator.
bite--
On the 33rd floor of the apartment, the elevator door slowly opened.
"Very good, I saw you on the 33rd floor... Find a way to enter 3303. We will find a way to help you from the freight elevator now."
Rohard turned left and stepped quietly on the red carpet of the corridor.
This is obviously Smith's secret stronghold. There are no bodyguards guarding door 3303, and there are no additional cameras monitoring this corridor.
Options will now appear.
[This corridor is unpleasantly clean, but there are many people in the hall below]
[Wave to the camera so they can see you]
[Knocking on the door indifferently]
Three bad options, they have no choice.
0:4:5, it is obvious that Transparent Bridge is a boring person.
Rohard knocked on the door, and after a moment, the door opened.
"I'm not saying stop—"
The complaining fake Smith closed his mouth and looked at Rohard strangely: "Who are you?"
Rohard's harmless image was hard to guard against, but soon the fake Smith recalled seeing him in a bar.
His pupils suddenly shrank, and the fake Smith suddenly looked behind Rohard: "Did you find the wrong door? Look, the door opposite is open -"
As he spoke, he quickly closed the door.
Bang!
The door was forced open by Rohard and he walked into the room.
"Hey killer, don't be in a hurry to close the door!"
Smith and Slack's shouts came from the corridor, and they actually rushed over.
"Where is that woman?!"
Bang.
After closing the door to block out the sound, Smith did not forget his original intention and ignored the fake Smith standing by. He rushed into the room and started searching in the bathroom and bedroom.
"It's you... the fake!" The fake Smith paused for a moment and shouted out loud: "You are in the same group with this fake guy!"
This sentence is full of déjà vu.
Smith, who was looking for women everywhere, heard this and shouted: "Damn it, you won't believe this damn nigger's lies, will you?"
Rohard remained silent as options emerged.
[Give the fake Smith a decent ending in front of Smith]
[Give the fake Smith a decent ending]
[Give yourself a decent ending]
The fake Smith proudly spread his hands: "You are just a fake who looks somewhat similar to me——"
Bang!
The sound of gunfire interrupted the conversation.
The fake Smith lowered his head in disbelief and fell backwards.
Smith and Slack stared at Rohard with the same reference.
"Wow... wow, buddy, please... give me the gun first." Smith swallowed his saliva and moved forward to take away the gun.
Looking at Slack, Smith coughed dryly and said: "Killer, there is a woman in the room, go find her."
Rohard nodded silently, turned and walked into the bedroom.
Click——
The sound of the hammer pressing suddenly sounded from behind.
"You can't hide the sound of gunshots, and there are still corpses. Someone has to take the blame."
Smith raised his pistol and waved it lightly with his other hand.
"So say goodbye to the last night of your terrible life."