Walking on the street, Qin Fei was not much different from the local passers-by. No one paid attention to this man who was hurriedly wearing a baseball cap.
"Xiao Lin." Qin Fei called He Weiming: "I need the room number of that person, can you find it?"
"Can't find it." He Weiming answered simply.
"Didn't you hack into the hotel's surveillance system?"
"Boss! I'm not a fairy! I saw something wrong with him. He had already entered the hotel. When I hacked in, everyone entered the room. Do you think the sniper would come out again to wander around or go to the bar to have a drink?
Will Martini go up and kill people again?" He Weiming was not polite to Qin Fei at all: "This is not making a movie!"
Qin Fei was stunned by He Weiming.
Technical people have really weird tempers. Why weren't they as sharp-tongued as this guy in the past?
"Okay, then I need detailed information about that hotel. How many rooms do they have? Can you help me use a computer to analyze it? If I shoot from that hotel, I need to be at least a certain height above the ground to have a shooting angle."
"No problem." He Weiming answered very simply this time.
He Weiming and Yuri worked together as two of the world's top hacker geniuses. Of course, it didn't take long for them to figure out the details.
"That hotel is called the Caesar Hotel. It has a total of 22 floors and 983 rooms. We have calculated that based on the height of the surrounding buildings and the terrain, the killer must be at least above the 18th floor to have a shooting angle.
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"How many rooms are there on the 18th floor and above? Please check."
Qin Fei said while looking at the watch on his wrist.
It's a few hundred meters away. According to my soldier's pace, he would basically walk a hundred meters per minute. Excluding the time spent avoiding pedestrians along the way, he could reach the Caesar Hotel in five minutes at most.
The reason why he asked He Weiming and Yuri about the situation at the Caesar Hotel was because now that the shooter could not be found under surveillance, he could only use the elimination method.
This is the stupidest way, and it is also the best way.
"There are a total of 182 rooms above the 18th floor." He Weiming quickly found out the information.
"Did you hack into their housing registration system?" Qin Fei asked.
He Weiming said: "That's right, otherwise I wouldn't know it was so accurate."
Qin Fei said: "Okay, in that case, now check the room where the gunman entered the hotel just now. During that time, estimate how many people stayed in rooms above the 18th floor during that time starting from him."
"The gunman entered the hotel at 12:08, and it is now 12:18. In ten minutes, a total of 15 guests checked into the rooms above the 18th floor." He Weiming said: "One of them is in the presidential suite."
"Get rid of the presidential suite."
"Why?"
"Because the service there is so good, hotel waiters often come to inquire about service. People who want to be quiet will never book a room that is so ostentatious." Qin Fei said.
"Okay, then there are forty left."
"Check now, how many of the fourteen have reserved rooms?"
"There are eleven guests who have booked to stay, and many of them booked a week in advance." He Weiming couldn't help but ask: "Does this matter?"
"Aren't you a genius? More than two hundred people above you?" Qin Fei took the opportunity to fight back this time: "We just killed their team last night. In other words, Qinglong discovered that something happened to his men this morning.
This is the beginning of this assassination move, so the gunman’s room cannot be booked in advance, it must be a temporary stay, do you understand?”
"Fuck!" This time it was He Weiming's turn to have black lines on his head. A high IQ does not mean he is strong in this area, "Then there are three more people."
"You can map out the rooms for these three people and send them to my mobile phone." Qin Fei said.
He Weiming did not dare to ask why this time, because he was afraid that Qin Fei would ridicule his IQ.
Two minutes later, a calibrated hotel floor plan was sent to Qin Fei's mobile phone.
Qin Fei opened it and looked at it, recalling the map just now. Among the three rooms, the one with the best viewing angle is the one on the 19th floor to the west. It is 1902.
This is a kind of psychological and tactical speculation.
In fact, Qin Fei put himself into the role of the gunman. If it were him, which room would he choose?
"Give me the information about the guests in room 1902."
"Room 1902, checked in at 12:12, registered name is Beerbohm Irving, male, 35 years old, identity shows that he is Mexican."
"OK."
After cutting off the call, Qin Fei had arrived at the door of the Caesar Hotel. When he entered, he found that the hotel was really magnificent.
He went straight to the elevator, and a waiter opened the elevator door for him.
Going up to the 19th floor, Qin Fei looked around. It was quiet in the corridor. Since the hotel was very large, with nearly fifty suites on each floor, it seemed very quiet.
Qin Fei looked at the sign and chose the direction of 1902. Then he walked for a while and saw the door of the waiter's workroom was half open, and there was a young man folding towels inside.
Stopping, Qin Fei thought for two seconds and then made a decision.
He got into the workroom, easily knocked out the poor young man, then took off his clothes and put them on himself, then put the pistol in the middle of a pile of towels, closed the door of the workroom, and
Pushing the trolley towards 1902.
The soft carpet made no sound when stepped on. Qin Fei came to the door of room 1902 and knocked lightly.
"who!?"
A slightly hoarse voice came from the room, speaking English with a Mexican accent.
"Waiter." Qin Fei kept staring at the peephole, "here to deliver towels."
There was no sound inside.
Qin Fei squatted down suddenly, pulled out the FN57 pistol from the towel, opened the door and shot inside.
Almost at the same time, low gunshots were heard inside, and several small holes appeared in the door panel.
Both men were shooting through the door panel.
The bullet fired from it hit the stainless steel cart and actually penetrated the cart!
Qin Fei felt a pain in his chest and fell to the ground.
Without thinking, he quickly climbed to the side and replaced it with a new magazine.
"I found him."
He informed Lao Yu on the agent’s headset: “Damn, I think I’ve been shot.”
"What!?" Lao Yu's tone suddenly became tense: "Are you okay?!"
Qin Fei was so painful that he broke out in a cold sweat, but he still endured the pain and looked around. Now he had to make sure that no one was passing by, otherwise things would become a big deal.
Fortunately, no one was passing by in the corridor.
I tore off the top of the waiter's jacket and saw a bullet hole in the soft body armor, but the bullet did not bite it.