In the corridor on the ninth floor of the hotel, a tall woman with a small bag on her shoulder, black stockings and high heels and bright makeup was ringing the doorbell.
There was a click, the door lock turned, and half of the door opened, revealing the figure of a man in a suit. It was the Huaxia Tong who looked at the smiling woman with a puzzled expression.
"Good evening, boss."
"Um, hello, beautiful lady... who are you?"
Seeing that the man in the suit had no intention of letting him in, and asked about his identity, the tall woman couldn't help but was slightly stunned, and subconsciously replied: "I am the boss and you called me here, um, special service."
The man in the suit was stunned when he heard this, waved his hand and said with a smile: "You must have entered the wrong room, I didn't call for service."
"Ah? Room number 908, this is the right place." She took a step back and looked up at the door number again. The tall woman seemed to realize something, and her smile was a little forced, "Boss, don't be kidding me. I've been here before. I can't regret it now."
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"You really misunderstood. I haven't called for any service. You can contact your boss again and ask for clarification."
After saying this, he nodded, and the man in the suit simply stepped back and closed the door, while making a safety gesture. The three companions in the hall either put their palms into their arms or hid under the table and breathed a sigh of relief. No one spoke.
, his eyes fell on the laptop screen on the coffee table. There were multiple surveillance windows on it. The one in the center was the corridor outside the door. You could see that the tall woman had not left. She was taking out her mobile phone to make a call, with an expression on her face.
It's not very clear, but judging from the range of movements, he doesn't feel very happy.
He hung up the phone, looked up at the door number again, stamped his feet, turned around and left.
"Call girl, she looks good in figure, what a pity." The man in the suit turned around and walked back with his hands spread out, looking a little regretful. I don't know whether he regretted that the beautiful lady Qingben fell into the world, or regretted the passing of a romantic marriage. In short, he was quite emotional and shook his head.
, "We found the wrong room. It should have been called by some foreign player, those guys with strong hormones venting everywhere."
"I can tell Matsuyama-kun that you are jealous."
"No, I'm just a little, um, envious. Ha, Chinese culture is so charming, and you can always find words to describe it with a moderate degree of accuracy..."
Before he finished speaking, the doorbell rang again. Several people in the room were stunned. They subconsciously turned their heads and looked at the laptop screen again. It was still the tall woman wearing black stockings and high heels. A man couldn't help but frowned: "She's there again."
What are you doing back here...Matsuyama-kun, are you sure she is just an ordinary call girl?"
"I'm sure." The man in the suit seemed to have thought of something, shook his head and chuckled, "I know, she wants money."
"What do you mean...blackmail?"
"No, no, no, it's just a conventional rule." The man in the suit explained, "In China, call girls come to your door. If the employer likes them, they will stay and serve. After the service is over, they will collect the money and leave. And if the employer likes them, they will leave."
If she didn't win, and she wanted to change someone, she would have to pay them for a round-trip taxi, which was about fifty yuan. Obviously, she didn't contact the boss who let the pigeon fly, and she just thought we regretted tricking her, so she came back to ask for it.
Taxi money. Well, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble..." He took out his wallet and took out a few red banknotes.
"Are you going to give it to her...but you got more than fifty."
"Yes, don't you think this is a destined fate? She is like a migratory bird that has separated from the large army. She has lost her way and can't find a place to rest and settle down tonight. She is very pitiful and very angry..."
"You're in good shape again?"
"Ha, I can tell, Watanabe-kun, that you are jealous."
"Would I be jealous of a guy like you who has so many hormones that he lets out everywhere?"
"Whatever you say, this is my encounter in a foreign country. I have to go out and get a room..." After walking behind the door, he touched the door handle with his palm. He thought of something and turned around, "By the way, my behavior is not allowed in China."
It’s called helping others!”
Click, open the door, "Beautiful... eh?" The smile on his face froze for a moment, but the person who appeared in front of him was not the tall woman just now, but a handsome and familiar mature man, the corner of his mouth curled slightly,
"In fact, this is selling, prostitution, whoring, and prostitution here." He stepped and waved, his posture extremely casual, as if waving goodbye to an acquaintance. The next moment, the man in the suit suddenly rose into the air like a cannonball.
He quickly fell back into the hall.
Bang, the light source in the room suddenly disappeared, and then the door closed.
In the darkness, only the laptop screen on the coffee table emits a faint light. In the central surveillance window, the tall woman is still standing outside the door, raising her hand to ring the doorbell, just like the previous scene... This is naturally intercepted and restored through technical means.
Of course, it is no longer important to understand this now. The light source covers the range and the three figures lying on the sofa nearby are completely invisible.
It was an expected on-the-spot reaction, just basic skills, just like the tall figure that also disappeared into the darkness at the door. In the dark corner, the pistol safety was pushed open silently, and within reach, the gun body was cold, just like the current state of mind of the owner of the pistol.
Seeing that familiar and handsome face, not only Matsuyama, who was lying motionless on the floor of the hall now, but also the other three people had actually seen him. Although it was just a fleeting glimpse of light and darkness, the professionalism of the intelligence personnel
The ability to remember it firmly and quickly correspond to the sketch and portrait in my mind that I have seen thousands of times...Ghost!
To be honest, although it is clear that Lingjiang is this person's territory, this person is really not the target of their trip. They are not that greedy. They are just here to connect the broken clues. Who would have thought to come here?
Within a few days, we hit our ultimate goal!
What a hell of a fortune... Behind the water fountain, a man named Watanabe slowly raised his gun and pointed it in a certain direction in the darkness. There was a standing vase in the corner, and one of his companions was hiding.
Behind the vase, what he had seen just now was very clear... Yes, he was not sure that he could catch the ghost's position, or he would not be able to hit him if he caught it, but he could lock the position of his companions. As long as the ghost showed up to kill, he would
There is a chance of shooting! As for whether he will accidentally kill his companion, sorry, that is not within the scope of his consideration in this situation.
Thinking like this, suddenly, there was a slight sound of wind, and bang, something thrown from nowhere in the darkness hit the water dispenser bucket on the side. The sound was not very loud, but it was like thunder in the silent hall.
There was almost no pause, puff puff, puff puff - the sound of silenced gunfire sounded continuously, either dull or sharp, as if it had hit something. The bucket must have been penetrated by bullets, and the pure water inside was flowing out.
Bang, the pistol fell to the floor. In the darkness, Watanabe's eyes widened, and he looked down at the many bullet holes on his chest. He fell to the ground. In front of him, there was a dripping water glass lid, which was the one that had just been smashed.
The thing that exposed his position. The light in his eyes struggled and was relieved at the last moment when it disappeared... It turns out that everyone is also targeting my position...
Idiots, now you are also exposed!
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This is the fact. Five minutes later, the door opened, and Tang Chao walked out, cleaning up the traces of the murder. Well, he also washed his hands by the way. He spread the wet paper towel on the door handle, closed the wooden door, and crumpled it into a ball again.
In your pocket.
I walked through the corridor and pressed the elevator. I was lucky. I didn't have to wait long. The elevator door coming down from above opened in response... Well, it wasn't luck, it was human control. Just like the camera in the elevator included him on the route he came in.
All monitoring devices are under control.
When I walked in, the elevator went down, and when I was about to reach the first floor, the faint loud voices of people outside and the panicked screams of a woman came to my ears. It was a bit far away, so I couldn't hear it clearly. It seemed that I was at the front desk of the lobby.
Immediately, there was a loud clanking sound, the door opened, and the heavy smell of alcohol hit his face. Several lean, yellow-skinned men came laughing and looked familiar. If I remember correctly, they should be Thai boxers who had been on stage in the past two days. Behind them, slightly
The translator said in an awkward tone, "They were drunk, they just touched it accidentally, and they didn't lose a piece of flesh, so don't react so much..."
As soon as he entered and exited, Tang Chao lowered his head slightly and sidestepped to avoid several Thai people. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator with one foot, before he landed, a staggering figure bumped into him sideways. With a bang, Tang Chao stepped back into the elevator. That person
The Thai boxer, who was obviously drunk, immediately raised his head and stared, shouting something that could not be understood by the three hundred Japanese and Thai sentences that he had learned piecemeal before.
"Don't you have eyes? You can't even walk... He said that, haha..." A fat man with the same red face ran out of the elevator. He seemed to be a translator. He glanced at Tang Chao and listened to the paragraph casually.
I translated it over and over into Thai that I didn’t understand. After finishing it, I probably found it quite interesting and laughed out loud.
Close your eyes, exhale, and open them.
It's really hard to explain such things as fateful encounters... Tang Chao smiled and took two steps back, making way for the elevator entrance and leaning in the corner, as if he didn't intend to go down...