Peng Fei's memory has always been very good. He clearly remembered that the security guard in black suit guarding the safety passage had a clean shaven face without a trace of stubble, while the current man had a shaved face.
The beard looks a bit like a Middle Easterner.
More importantly, there was a fierce light in this man's eyes. When he looked at Peng Fei, in addition to shock, there was also a strong murderous aura in his eyes, and his right hand was also stretched out into his arms.
"Why are you blocking the door? If you don't go out, I will go out..."
When Paris saw Peng Fei open the door, she wanted to rush out first, but as soon as she walked behind Peng Fei, she felt a strong impact on her body. Her whole body seemed to be hit by a train, and she couldn't help but
Go back.
Zhuang Rui saw Peng Fei hurried back and closed the door. He couldn't help but asked curiously: "Peng Fei, what's going on..."
Peng Fei looked out through the peephole of the door, opened the door suddenly, and within two or three seconds after running out, he dragged a human body into the room.
Just when the bearded man reached for his gun, Peng Fei swung out a flying knife and hit the man in the throat. To be on the safe side, Peng Fei retreated back to the room and saw through the peephole that the man had fallen down.
Then he pulled him in again.
"What happened?"
Zhuang Rui was also a little confused. Judging from the clothes of this man, he should be a security guard outside. Why did Peng Fei attack him? Zhuang Rui couldn't help but frown. You know, it is difficult to deal with killing people abroad.
of.
"It's not the security guard just now. Someone has replaced him. Brother Zhuang, look..."
Peng Fei turned the man's body over, and a pistol equipped with a silencer was revealed as the man's right hand slipped from his clothes. In addition, the black suit on his vest was stained with blood, and there was a
The incision is very obvious.
"Drop...drop the bag?"
Zhuang Rui felt that his brain was a little weak. He shook his head vigorously, which would become a little blank. He watched Peng Fei take out a towel from the bathroom, opened the door lightly, and wiped away the blood stains outside.
clean.
"Ah! Ah...killed someone..."
Paris, who was knocked dizzy by Peng Fei, had just come back to her senses. She saw a man in a black suit with a beard in front of her, but this man had a knife stuck in his throat.
Streams of blood were dripping down the handle of the knife.
The bearded man was still alive, his body was twitching from time to time, and his big dead fish-like eyes were staring at Paris, so even though this little girl was bold, she couldn't help but scream loudly at this moment.
"Snapped!"
Peng Fei, who had just closed the door, slapped Paris on the face and said viciously: "If you miss, just keep screaming..."
"Woo... I won't dare to do it next time. Please, please let me go..."
Paris was stunned by Peng Fei's slap. She curled up on the ground. Although she was still crying, her voice was much softer. According to her understanding, these two Asians must be psychopathic gangsters. In order not to
He let the news about the date with him get out and the security guard was killed.
Although Paris is well-informed, she is only a girl in her twenties after all. What happened before her almost collapsed. She never thought that one of her jokes could have such serious consequences.
.
"Brother Zhuang, this man just took out a gun and wanted to shoot me. It seems that someone has the idea of this charity auction..."
Although Peng Fei is good at jungle warfare, he is no stranger to urban counter-terrorism. He skillfully took off all the earphones and microphones of this person, hung them on his ears, and then said: "I'm afraid this floor has been occupied by people now."
It's under control, let's look for a chance to see if we can leave through the safe passage?"
After hearing what Peng Fei said, Zhuang Rui finally came back to his senses and said with a look of disbelief: "You...you mean someone is robbing you?"
You know, today's charity auction brings together the world's super rich. If there is anything wrong with these people, not to mention all dead, just three or five casualties, it is estimated that it can cause a global economic recession. Who is it?
Are you so bold to actually attack their heads?
Peng Fei listened to the conversation coming from the earphones and said, "That's right, they have already rushed into the hall..."
"Damn it, it's not 911 today, why are you letting your buddy encounter a terrorist incident?"
Zhuang Rui couldn't help but swore, stood up and rushed to the bedside, picked up the phone, and shouted to Paris: "What is the emergency phone number in the United States?"
The conversation between Zhuang Rui and Peng Fei just now was in Chinese, so Paris didn't know what happened. After being yelled at by Zhuang Rui, she subconsciously said: "What? The police number? It's 911..."
After Zhuang Rui heard Paris's words, he couldn't help but froze for a moment and said to himself: "Damn Americans, is this to commemorate the 911 incident?"
"No, the United States has been using this alarm number since the 1960s..." Paris is also a foolish and bold person. After experiencing the initial panic, she discovered that Zhuang Rui and Peng Fei didn't seem to want to kill people and silence them, and they were not brave enough.
became bigger.
"You deserve the terrorist attack..."
Zhuang Rui replied angrily, then threw the phone out and cursed: "Damn it, the phone line has been cut off, Peng Fei, use the satellite phone to call the police..."
It was useless. Zhuang Rui said that Peng Fei had already taken out the satellite phone to make a call, but then he put the phone down, shook his head and said: "Brother Zhuang, the call cannot be made. The other party must have used instruments to interfere here.
Let’s find a way to leave this floor first…”
The Hilton Hotel has a total of dozens of floors. It is almost impossible to completely control it. According to Peng Fei's idea, the robbers can only control the 18th floor at most. As long as they leave here, they should be there for the time being.
safe.
Zhuang Rui smiled bitterly and said, "Peng Fei, Huangfu Yun is still in the venue..."
"Brother Zhuang, I can't care about that much anymore. Let's leave first and then talk..."
Although Peng Fei has a good relationship with Huangfu Yun, at this moment, he can only take care of Zhuang Rui's safety first. As for Huangfu Yun, he is not a rich man himself. I hope those robbers will not make things difficult for him!
"Gentlemen and ladies, this Persian carpet from the 11th century represents the highest level of handicraft art at that time. There are only three pieces left in the world today. The starting price is US$3.2 million, with each additional price increasing by US$100,000.
Interested friends can bid..."
Zhuang Rui's departure did not attract too many people's attention, and the charity auction was still going on.
"Three and a half million dollars..."
"Three million and eight hundred thousand dollars..."
"Four million dollars..."
"This gentleman bids three and a half million. I already have three hundred and eighty. Oh, four million, four million at a time. This generous gentleman bids four million!"
William's passionate voice echoed throughout the banquet hall. An auction of this nature was simply too unchallenging. If Bonadette hadn't paid a high price for him to host it, William would never have come.
"I'll offer you $100 million!"
Suddenly, a voice sounded at the door, and everyone in the banquet hall was stunned. This thing was just a carpet woven with gold and silver wire and animal fiber. Its value could not exceed 10 million. This person shouted
If you offer 100 million, are you crazy?
The people who can participate in today's auction are all well-known figures in various fields. This spitting is a trap. If you shout out, you will usually not take it back. Everyone wants to see who is so free and ready to spend.
Spending 100 million US dollars to buy this Persian carpet that feels small even when used as a quilt?
"Gentlemen and ladies, I offer 100 million U.S. dollars, is there anyone who bids higher than me?"
A man wearing hotel security uniform appeared in everyone's sight. This man was in his early forties, with some gray hair and a warm smile on his face, but his eyes exuded a frightening cold light.
"Oh, sir, I think...are you mistaken? This is not a masquerade party, and today is not April Fools' Day either..."
William, who was standing on the stage, couldn't help but feel a little annoyed after seeing this man's outfit. This Hilton Hotel is also a famous hotel chain with a global reputation. How come the staff inside are of such quality? Even a security guard can break into the venue.
Big talk?
"Oh, you are right, this dress is indeed not mine..."
The middle-aged man smiled, reached out and unbuttoned the security uniform, then took out a pistol, pointed it at William, and said: "Thank you for your wonderful host, but now I am the host..."
"boom!"
Before anyone in the venue could react, a gunshot was heard, and William, who was standing on the stage, fell down. The bullet penetrated from between his eyebrows, and the huge impact force opened the entire back of his head, red.
The blood mixed with the white brain matter stimulated the eyes of people standing not far from William.
The brain nerves were completely dead, but William, whose body was still twitching, finally made people realize what was happening at the scene. After a few seconds, various penetrating sounds sounded, including countless shrill screams and
Shouts erupted from the crowd.
These normally pampered super-rich people burst out with unprecedented physical strength and rushed towards the elevator and various safety doors. However, to their disappointment, all the doors were closed, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not
Open.
When some people bypassed the white-haired middle-aged man and prepared to go out through the door he entered, the two doors were violently pushed open from the outside, and more than ten people armed with submachine guns rushed in.
