Seeing her sweetheart appear, Dandan's whole body shone brightly, and her eyes almost watered.
Laifu looked her over and said, "Are you okay?"
Dandan shook his head: "It's okay! We're just newcomers. We've met a lot! This is a hotel. They dare to talk about it at most, but don't dare to do anything."
"That's good!"
Laifu nodded. I am afraid no one knows the security of the Continental Hotel better than him.
During this period, he also carried out execution tasks more than once.
The targets are all newcomers who are just starting out and don't take the rules of mainland hotels seriously.
Moreover, every time an execution is performed, someone will record it, and then a public screen will be selected to play it on a loop in a public entertainment venue in the hotel.
Even bars outside the members' area will have small screens showing these scenes.
It's just that before and after the clips are played, some processing will be done to disguise these clips as movie trailers.
Ordinary people are just curious when they see it, but in the eyes of member killers, it can have a certain deterrent effect.
Laifu took out his identity card, and Dandan took it over and swiped it on the card reader, saying: "The system shows that the task has been completed, and the reward is three gold coins."
"Yes, you can take it and save it. When will you get off work?"
"I have about forty-five minutes left!" Dandan looked at the watch and replied.
Laifu made an OK gesture, took back the identity card from Dandan, turned around and said, "I just want to go back to the room and change some clothes. Let's meet at the water bar later!"
"Okay!" Dandan agreed with a smile.
…
Today's Hong Kong Island is, after all, the most prosperous city in Southeast Asia. Under the colorful neon lights, there are inevitably places that cannot be illuminated.
There are naturally no shortage of people who buy and sell human lives.
But Gao Ning doesn't care much, after all, the size is there.
How do private workshops compare with listed companies?
Gao Ning has no shortage of manpower at all. Even if the Continental Hotel explodes on the spot the next moment, he can build another one exactly the same in a few minutes.
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So he didn't really care what the ants at his feet thought. The reason why he saw the big head was just a whim and curiosity.
It was confirmed again that after experiencing the first mission, Datou had been shaken deep in his heart. When the balance gradually tilted towards the Continental Hotel, Gao Ning no longer had much interest in him.
But just because he doesn't care, doesn't mean others don't care about him.
In the afternoon, Gao Ning's car had just left the Continental Hotel and turned into an alley with few vehicles.
A dump truck suddenly rushed out in front, swerved suddenly, and crossed the center of the truck.
The driver quickly braked, and three cars rushed out from behind. Before the situation stabilized, the rear window and the co-pilot stretched out an AK respectively, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.
A large number of bullets poured in, making the bulletproof vehicle jingle.
Gao Ning turned around in surprise and looked at the scene outside through the bulletproof glass.
"Ambush me? You can't help it this time?"
The driver sitting in the front seat had an expressionless face.
"Boss, do you want to kill them all?"
Gao Ning smiled, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and slowly lit it.
"Don't do anything, just watch them play in the late stage. I want to see what tricks these guys can do!"
Before he finished speaking, the cars had already surrounded Gao Ning's car.
More than a dozen guns surrounded the car, and they kept pulling the triggers. The bullets hit the car body like raindrops, making a crackling sound.
Warheads were flying everywhere, and occasionally I could dream of sparks.
These guys are very arrogant, no one has their face covered, they all hold guns with both hands, looking arrogant like the boss and his second son, their eyes are full of cruelty and teasing.
It's like finally stepping a superior person into the mud, giving you a different kind of pleasure.
However, the image of Gao Ning being beaten into a sieve did not appear in their imagination. Instead, they were shocked by the bulletproof performance of the vehicle.
After one magazine was fired, nearly three hundred rounds of bullets only caused superficial scratches on Gao Ning's car.
No, it should be said that it is not even a scratch, just a few white spots left on the dark paint surface.
This level of damage only needs to be wiped with a dry cloth and it will disappear without a trace.
"Damn, bulletproof!"
One person finally realized something was wrong. He cursed loudly, opened the door and walked out.
"You all stand back, don't waste any more bullets!"
This guy was obviously the leader. He raised his hand and everyone stopped shooting.
He pulled out a Magnum revolver from his armpit. It was bright silver and reflected light in the sun.
He stared at the car lying there quietly. Although the black car film blocked his view, he could still barely reflect the shadow of a person.
He stared firmly in the direction of Gao Ning, and could clearly see that he was smoking a cigarette in his hand.
"You're pretty good at pretending, and it'll blow your mind in no time!"
He took a standard shooting posture, held the handle of the gun with both hands, aimed at Gao Ning's position, gritted his teeth, and pulled the trigger.
Under the gaze of everyone, a huge gunshot rang out, and the man shook violently and took a step back overwhelmed.
He looked closely and saw that there was still only a small white dot on the glass, not even a crack.
With a fierce look in his eyes, he raised the Magnum again and pulled the trigger one after another.
After five gunshots, the car glass, which seemed to be only a few millimeters thick, was still intact.
The killers next to him were all stunned. They were all dumbfounded and didn't know what to say.
"Fuck! What a turtle shell! Someone hit him with a car!"
The man took back the Magnum angrily and shouted at the dump truck.
"You guys, please lock this car in place. I don't believe it. I can't pack a turtle shell today!"
The driver of the dump truck had already run far away, but when he heard the shouting, he quickly ran back and started the truck in reverse.
Several cars also started up at the same time and crashed into Gao Ning's car crazily.
One left and one right held it in place like pliers, and another car was placed on the butt.
If it were an ordinary car, it would probably have lost the power to struggle. Unfortunately, they didn't know that what they were facing was not a normal person from the beginning.
The driver didn't pay attention to the several cars that hit him. He stared at the dump truck slowly retreating, silently calculating in his mind. When he was sure that there would be enough space to pass, he suddenly stepped on the accelerator.
The car rushed out in an instant, and at an extremely fast speed, it passed through the void by a hair's breadth and disappeared before everyone's eyes like a gust of wind.
The leader was stunned on the spot. He yelled angrily: "Hurry up, hurry up!"
"Brother, it's not good, the police are here!"
There had been such a big noise just now, someone had already called the police, and now the sirens were approaching quickly.
The leader knew that the time had passed and if he stayed, he would only become the target of police pursuit. He waved his hands bitterly and shouted with a dark face: "What are you doing here? Are you waiting for the police to catch you? Why don't you hurry up?"
withdraw!"
A group of people rushed onto the car like a storm, turned around without hesitation, and quickly evacuated in different directions.
The evacuation route was arranged in advance and was in accordance with their original plan.
The process is still the same, but unfortunately the mission objective remains unscathed.
This rash dispatch not only did not harm the target, but also exposed his own existence. If the retreat route had not been planned in advance, the police might have been in a hurry when they showed up.
If someone else is caught by the police by then, it will be even more troublesome.
But no matter what, I finally escaped unscathed, but I just wasted some ammunition.
The leader felt a headache as he thought about how he should explain to the boss when he returned and what the scene would look like when he explained to the boss.
Even bullets can't penetrate this turtle shell. What should I do next time? Should I bring another electric welder? Or a flame cutting machine?
When I think of the image of a group of people surrounding a car and being unable to open it using various methods, I feel an inexplicable despair.
They evacuated in a hurry and did not notice that there were several inconspicuous little sparrows in the sky at some point, flying closely following the direction in which they evacuated.
The police finally arrived at the scene more than ten minutes later, only to find a slightly messy ground. The warheads and shell casings all over the ground attracted their attention. They immediately sent people to cordon off the entire block and mobilized a large number of people to pick up the shell casings.
At the same time, Gao Ning's car passed through the cross-sea tunnel and when it came out of the exit, the surface paint had returned to its original state, and even the color had changed slightly.
If the license plates hadn't always been the same, no one would have been able to tell that the car in front of them was the same bulletproof car that was besieged just now and couldn't do anything even if it was empty of bullets.
In the back seat of the car, Gao Ning was smoking a cigarette and closing his eyes to rest. His expression was extremely indifferent, as if he didn't take what just happened to his mind at all.
In fact, he did.
They are just some petty thieves, not even a stumbling block. If Gao Ning did not still need his current status, I am afraid that Gao Ning would not let the police force take action.
Just throw a skill at it and everyone can evaporate.
Now, it takes some effort!
…
New Territories, on a remote and deserted hillside.
Several cars parked in front of a small wooden house one after another. A man with a dark face walked in with several brothers.
The cabin was very simple. Apart from a few sofas, there was a TV on the cabinet. It seemed that the signal was not very good, and the screen would jump around unconsciously.
Fortunately, the sound was quite stable, so even if the two old guys sitting opposite had their eyes closed, they still listened with interest.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, the two old guys opened their eyes and saw that the person who came in had a stinking face, and behind them were all silent young men. They suddenly understood.
One of the old guys said indifferently: "It seems that the operation is not going well!"
The leader didn't say anything. He sat down on a long stool, grabbed the teapot on the Eight Immortals' table, and poured himself three large bowls of herbal tea. Then he let out a deep breath and slammed the teacup on the table.
He said with a bit of anger: "Of course it didn't go well. More than a dozen of us fired at the target for a full minute. We didn't even knock off the paint on his car, let alone the person!"
The other old guy was slightly startled: "Bulletproof car? No, even bulletproof cars don't have such strong defense. Are you sure you didn't even remove the paint? Isn't that an exaggeration?"
"exaggerate?"
The leader's eyes widened, and he took out the Magnum and smashed it on the table: "I have emptied all the bullets in the main building, and there is not a single crack in the glass. Are you exaggerating? That car is the real one.
exaggerate!"
The two old guys looked at each other and frowned.
