Vodka: "..." Humph, you uneducated guy, have you ever heard of a mantis stalking a cicada and an oriole behind it? You only see the target in front of you acting alone, don't you think you are also acting alone?
Everything is about to open, and that building has turned into a stage for Uzo, and only a fool would walk in for free.
However, Uzo’s identity cannot be revealed at will, and someone must complete the organization’s tasks...
After a short weighing, "Mr. Yamada" shamelessly decided to sell his teammates.
He cleared his throat and said righteously: "Although the exits of this hotel are limited, there are many windows. What if the guy senses something is wrong and escapes through the window? - We can't all enter the building, we must
One person has to be left outside to keep an eye on it."
After a pause, he said in a hesitant tone: "Are you worried that you are no match for that weak fat man and want me to follow you to embolden you?"
Calvados snorted coldly, and as expected, he didn't mention letting him enter the building again and hung up the phone.
Vodka looked at the darkened screen and breathed a sigh of relief.
…
"Mr. Rika, it's not that room. It needs to be further to the left."
Downstairs, Mao Lilan looked at the building that was gradually lighting up and helped guide the three sports stars who wanted to spell the word "K".
"With so many rooms, this is really a big project." Suzuki Sonoko stretched her neck and said, "Why don't you ask the staff to help? One person per floor, it can be completed in a few times."
Jiang Xia also looked up: "Maybe it's more memorable to do it yourself."
When Mao Lilan heard this, she turned around in surprise: "Yes, that's what they just told me." As expected of Jiang Xia, he could easily deduce other people's thoughts.
Hattori Heiji heard the praise in her words and snorted: "What's so surprising about this? Isn't this the most basic reasoning? - I also know that the reason why they asked Xiaolan to help watch outside is because
The three of them are all celebrities. If one of them were to take command, it would be easy for passers-by to watch, so I had to ask others to help."
Vodka glanced at him from afar, with a hint of disdain for the stupid students in his eyes: "..." Sure enough, it was too far away from Tokyo and the training he usually received was not enough - how could Uzo do things so easily? This must be just on the surface.
It’s just the reason, but there must be something hidden behind it.”
Thinking this, Vodka couldn't help but retreat away from the building.
At this time, another voice came from the walkie-talkie in Mao Lilan's hand. Rekadis asked: "Xiaolan, look again, is it almost done now?"
Mao Lilan came back to her senses and quickly looked at the building. She counted the number of floors: "The rightmost room in the lower right corner of the word 'K' is not lit yet."
"Oh, I actually forgot about it." Recadis said as he went out and walked to the next room that needed to be lit.
Mao Lilan suddenly spotted another dark shadow. She looked up and said to the baseball star: "Mr. Mike, the curtains in the room you are in now are half-draped. Remember to open them."
As soon as he finished speaking, two seconds later, a figure pulled the curtain aside, and the baseball star's voice came from the intercom: "Ok!"
"Okay." Mao Lilan looked at the gradually formed word "K" and felt a sense of accomplishment. "The light in the room Mr. Rika is responsible for has also been turned off - yes, there is only one room left, and it is completely completed."
Just as he was talking, Rekadis' voice sounded on the intercom: "Okay."
As he spoke, the last room in the lower right corner also lit up - in an instant, a beautiful and complete "K" appeared on the building.
"Done!"
The crowd of onlookers also shouted excitedly. At this moment, as if in response to their cheers, with a "bang", a firework-like sound exploded from upstairs, and the window of a certain room followed.
broken.
"...What's the noise?"
"fireworks?"
"No, there are no fireworks, it's gunshots! Someone fired!!"
The onlookers fled in all directions.
Vodka found a shelter nearby and squatted down, observing the building vigilantly: "Could it be Calvados who fired the gun? In full view of everyone... he shouldn't be so reckless?"
…
one minute ago.
Calvados followed the American reporter all the way to Room 203.
The American reporter opened the door and entered. Before the door was completely closed, Calvados passed by quietly and secretly stuck something on the keyhole.
The door clicked shut. After a few seconds, Calvados leaned against the door, listened, and silently turned the doorknob.
He ducked in. Looking at the short, fat man standing by the window looking out at the square, Calvados took out a handkerchief soaked in anesthetic from the bag at his waist.
One step, two steps...
He looked at the back of the American reporter, showed a sneer, and slowly raised his hands.
At this moment, there was a whoosh and the door to the room was pushed open from the outside.
"?!" Calvados rolled away instinctively and huddled under the coffee table.
Almost at the same time, there was a bang. The guy who pushed in the door raised his pistol and shot the figure standing by the window.
The American reporter was shot without any doubt. He groaned and fell to the ground.
Calvados looked at the unlucky man not far away in shock, and there was a hint of fear in his confusion and anger - if he had hesitated for even a second when avoiding... then the shot just now would have been fired hard.
onto him.
...just like last night at the wedding reception!
Coming again?
Why have my luck been so bad these past two days?
Calvados' eyes twitched slightly, wanting to curse.
However, facing an unknown gunman, he had no time to think much at this time. He could only hold his breath, raise his hand to clasp the gun at his waist, and prepare for a life-and-death confrontation.
However, unexpectedly, the assailant did not enter the house - after the man shot the American reporter, he hurriedly threw the pistol into the room, turned around and ran away, and the sound of his footsteps quickly disappeared.
Calvados: "...?"
After a moment of confusion, he recalled his experience when he entered the room and vaguely understood: "So that's it. The lights were on in the corridor, but the lights in this room were off. So the guy who shot just now needed some time to adapt to the darkening.
The light makes it impossible to see the situation in the room clearly at the first time.
"I hid fast enough and he didn't see me, so he only killed the reporter standing by the window... Was he also here for this drug dealer?"
Calvados thought for a moment who the visitor might be.
...and then quickly gave up thinking.
——A reporter who specializes in covering celebrity scandals, and a drug dealer... Anyone who wants to kill him would probably fill this hotel up.