"You must be good at making your own Molotov cocktails, right?" Du asked Murong Fei.
"Not very good at it, but quite good at it."
Murong Fei took out the bottles and cans from the bag, sat on the ground and started tinkering with them.
On the highway under the dark night, two business station wagons were speeding along the highway.
After hacking into the traffic surveillance system, the hackers confirmed the direction in which Murong Fei and the others were driving the red Ford pickup truck, and then they followed closely. According to the direction of Murong Fei and the others' car, this was the only way to go after leaving the city.
highway.
"We've been chasing them for so long, it makes no sense that we can't see them now," the hacker said to Simpson.
There are no more surveillance probes here, and the hacker's hacking skills have lost their effectiveness.
"There's a light ahead!"
The co-pilot, Adolf, saw the light coming from the roof of the motel. In the dark night, the red light was too obvious.
"Car No. 2, turn off the lights."
After Simpson turned off the lights, he asked the car behind him to turn off the lights as well. In the dark night, the two dark-colored business station wagons were like two beasts lurking in the night, with fierce eyes flashing.
The light is approaching its prey, waiting for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.
"It's the red pickup truck!"
The hacker immediately saw the red Ford pickup truck parked in front of the motel and asked Simpson, "Shall we rush in now?"
"No, this is a stupid thing to do." Simpson rejected the hacker's proposal and drove the car past the motel until he was two kilometers away before turning back.
There was only a faint light from the car dashboard in the car. Simpson raised his wrist, looked at the time on his watch, held down the headset and said: "The time is now 11:35 pm. In twenty-five minutes, we will start."
action!"
"roger!"
"copy-that!"
"..."
The guests in the motel had dispersed after the football game and went back to their rooms to sleep and rest to recharge themselves for the long trip the next day.
There were still beer glasses and leftover nuts on the round tables in the hotel lobby. The front desk clerk did not rush to clean up the garbage on the tables, but sat behind the counter and kept wiping the gold watch in his hand with his clothes.
For this waiter, today was an unexpected surprise. Even though Du took some things from him later, those things didn't add up to much money, and they couldn't be compared with the gold watch in his hand.
Murong Fei stood up from the sofa, glanced at Derrick, who was sleeping very soundly and took up the space for two people, and walked towards Du, who was sitting by the window sill, and said, "It's time, you go to sleep.
"
"You haven't slept at all. I can still hold on, so you go and sleep for a while." Du Zi said to himself: "The sound of your breathing after falling asleep is not the same as before, so you don't need to think of any excuses to cover it up.
"
Murong Fei opened the curtains and looked outside the hotel, then sat next to Du and said, "Don't worry, I won't break my promise with the money I promised you. As long as you send Derrick back, I will give you the money."
Du stretched out his hand and patted Murong Fei's shoulder twice, without saying anything, nodding or shaking his head. Du's attitude made Murong Fei a little confused. For a while, he didn't know what Du meant or what he wanted to express.
The quartz wall clock hanging on the wall beats forward tirelessly, and the time gradually points to twelve o'clock, marking the beginning of a new day.
The wind chime hanging at the door made a crisp sound, alerting the waiter behind the counter that there was a "customer".
"The room is full."
The waiter didn't even raise his head and continued to wipe the gold watch in his hand.
Simpson walked to the counter and knocked on the counter with his left hand. His right hand holding the silenced pistol hung down by his side.
"I told you there are no more rooms here!"
The waiter raised his head impatiently, but when he saw a few people standing in front of the counter, he was startled. He completely lost his momentum. Guns, these people actually had guns in their hands, and they were automatic rifles!
The waiter subconsciously hid the gold watch in his hand.
"I'm not here to stay in a hotel, nor am I here to get that gold watch in your hand."
The waiter's action of hiding the gold watch did not hide it from Simpson's eyes. Simpson took out three photos from his pocket and placed them on the counter one after another. He asked the waiter: "Which room do these three people live in? Don't try to deceive me.
The price for lying in front of me is very serious."
Murong Fei did give himself a gold watch and made himself a fortune. However, when his life was threatened, the waiter still chose to betray Murong Fei, Du, and Derrick without hesitation.
"Thanks!"
Simpson smiled at the waiter.
The waiter lowered the big stone hanging in his heart, but before it even hit the ground, he lifted it up again because he saw the black muzzle of the silenced pistol in Simpson's hand, and the look in Simpson's eyes that was colder than ice.
.
puff!
Before the waiter could open his mouth to call for help, Simpson pulled the trigger.
There was a dark red bullet hole between the waiter's eyebrows. The waiter sat back on his chair with his eyes wide open, his head hanging down, and thick blood dripped down onto him from the bullet hole between his eyebrows.
"Group B and C guard the door, don't let them escape!" Simpson ordered while pressing the headset, winking at a few people around him, and walked towards the third floor of the hotel.
"Little mice, you should run away and run as fast as you can, instead of choosing to rest here." Simpson showed a cruel smile on his face and said: "The price of resting here is to become my prey!"
In the room, Murong Fei and Du, who had closed their eyes to rest, opened their eyes almost at the same time and looked at each other, with solemn expressions in their eyes.
Although the footsteps of Simpson and the others going upstairs were light, they could not escape the attention of Murong Fei and Du. Du used hand gestures to convey the message to Murong Fei, "Someone is coming."
"At least five people!" Murong Fei replied with a gesture.
Murong Fei moved behind the window wall, stood up quietly, gently opened the curtains, and took a look outside. He saw the "Black Water" mercenaries and the "Black Snake" prison outside the hotel holding automatic weapons and using cars outside the hotel as cover.
There were about ten prisoners, not including those who were hiding in the dark and unseen by him. Murong Fei's face instantly became extremely serious.