Chapter 2014 Code Name Dedicated to the World Seventh Change
It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening. As the financial center of Asia, Hong Kong's nightlife has just begun.
The van quickly arrived at the entrance of a large hotel, and then a group of people got out of the van. The leader was a man wearing a headscarf who looked like an Arab, and behind him were some people who looked like followers. Everyone was dragging huge suitcases on their hands.
The man wearing a turban was accompanied by a Chinese man in a suit. Several people walked to the front desk of the hotel. Then the man wearing a turban chattered a lot of things. After listening to the Chinese man, he said to the front desk, "Mom Mr. Mohammed said he had already booked a room here,"
"Please show the relevant documents and we will proofread them," the lady at the front desk said with a smile.
The Chinese man in a suit chirped to Muhammad, and Muhammad took out an ID card from his pocket and handed it over.
After checking the identity information, the front desk lady handed the ID card to Mohammed, and then said, "Your room is on the fifth floor. Someone will take you up."
After speaking, a waiter came from the side and led a group of more than ten men upstairs.
At the door of 505, the waiter stopped, pointed to the door of 505 politely, and said, "This is your room."
After listening to what the translator said, Mohammed took out a 10-dollar bill and gave it to the translator. The translator handed the bill to the waiter and said, "This is your tip."
"Thank you," the waiter took it respectfully and thanked him with a smile. "If you need anything, please call me at any time."
"Mr. Mohammed is a devout believer, so unless he calls you, otherwise don't disturb Mr. Mohammed. Maybe he is praying at that time," the translator said.
"OK,"
With that said, the waiter turned and walked downstairs. The translator opened the door, and Mohammed walked into the room together with more than ten other men.
This was a very large presidential suite with quite luxurious facilities. A huge light yellow sofa was placed in the center of the hall. Mohammed walked over, sat down, and took off his headscarf.
This person looked like someone from West Asia.
However, when this man spoke, he spoke in serious Chinese.
"This operation must achieve our goal," Mohammed said seriously.
"Haha, by this time, they may have gotten drunk," the Chinese man in a suit said with a smile, "This mission is not that difficult."
"Zhou, don't take it lightly," Mohammed said. "Those people's bodyguards are upstairs. We need to quickly control those people in a short period of time, and then move the people upstairs in an even shorter period of time." Those public figures are also under control. Our goal this time is to expand our influence as much as possible and let the whole world know the horror of our sacred sword organization. Zhou, when the time comes, you will be responsible for the satellite signal transmission. We will The entire operation was broadcast live for everyone around the world to see,"
"I know," the Chinese man in a suit nodded, "A signal car has been arranged next to it."
"Okay," Mohammed nodded, and then winked at the person next to him. A small disc-shaped object appeared in the person's hand, and then the person held the object around the entire presidential suite. After walking around for a while, he returned to Mohammed and said, "There is no surveillance."
"Okay, get the guys out," Mohammed said.
Hearing this, the people around opened their suitcases.
There were six or seven suitcases in total. As soon as these suitcases were opened, the whole room suddenly became a bit cold and forbidding.
Why, because these suitcases are all filled with dismantled weapons.
Moreover, they are not small weapons such as pistols, these weapons are all m4a1!
These people took out the disassembled M4A1 rifles from the suitcase, and then assembled them one after another. Before long, they had assembled more than a dozen M4A1 rifles.
A dozen rifles, what is the concept? To put it simply, with these dozen rifles, you can basically take down a county government or something in China. You can also try the city government. Give it a try, I guess you can get it in.
Of course, in China, it is impossible for you to have more than a dozen m4a1 rifles at once. China controls firearms very strictly. Although pistols are easy to get, basically you can't get such a weapon of mass destruction. It's impossible to get one, and even if one could get it, it might only be one or two, and once caught, one would have to be sentenced to at least seven, eight, or ten years.
However, this is Hong Kong right now, and Hong Kong is a special administrative region belonging to China. Capitalism is practiced here, and the management of firearms is looser than on the mainland. Moreover, because it is close to Southeast Asia and is surrounded by sea, the smuggling industry is quite large. Although it is difficult to get so many guns into a developed country, it can still be done as long as there is enough time.
After the dozens of M4A1s were assembled, these people took out several body armors from the suitcases, and then everyone put on one.
Mohammed did not hold a rifle, but inserted a silver Desert Eagle into his waist. As for the Chinese man named Zhou, it was even simpler, with a DV player in his hand.
At the bottom of the suitcase, there were tube-like objects. Mohammed picked up those things, wrapped them around his body, and then handed the remaining tube-like objects to Zhou. .
"If you find the right person later, tie this to him," Mohammed said.
"I know," Zhou nodded.
After taking out all the other things in the suitcase, Mohammed said to the dozen or so people standing in front of him, "This time is a holy war with our sacred sword. We will let the whole world know about our Horrible, we also want the whole world to know the name of the sacred sword. To be honest, from the moment I left my hometown, I never thought about going back. Today, maybe we will be buried in a foreign land, but our The names will be recorded in the annals of history. Everyone, start checking the names."
After adjusting the magic horses at hand to the same time, Mohammed roared, "Holy Sword Organization, codenamed Sacrifice, the operation begins,"
Everyone's faces showed a look of fanaticism, and they turned and walked towards the door.
At this time, if there were Interpol here, they would definitely be able to recognize the person in front of them.
To put it simply, this man named Mohammed is a ****,