At the entrance of the garden, Mr. G poured a glass of red wine for Miss F.
"I know you don't like red wine, but you still have to try this bottle. It was produced in the year 2000, and there are less than a thousand bottles in the world. Even on Earth, it's hard to find this bottle."
Miss F shook her head but did not take the glass.
Mr. G didn't mind and put down the glass. "Are you still worried about him?"
"Didn't he prove his strength in the previous battle? Why did you ask him to go to your killer hotel?" Miss F was puzzled.
"Because as I said, the situation this time is very complicated. Not only do I need an excellent delivery man, but I also need him to have enough observation and analytical skills. Yes, he is indeed good at fighting, better than anyone I have ever met. However, fighting skills alone are not enough. The assassins in the killer hotel may not be as strong as those in the garden, but they have a better grasp of opportunities and are good at disguising themselves."
"But you only told him to be careful of the people in the garden."
"Yes. If I didn't do that, I wouldn't have been able to test his observation and analytical skills." Mr. G spread his hands. "Danger won't always appear when you are ready. You should know this better than me."
Miss F was silent.
"This battle won't end so soon. Even if he sees something fishy, as long as the assassins in the hotel guard the kitchen and drag the time, he still won't be able to pass this test," Mr. G took a sip of red wine. "I'm quite curious about what he plans to do next."
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The bullet holes on both sides of the safety passage seemed to be telling the story of how intense the battle that had just taken place here was.
The assassins on the fourteenth floor reacted quickly. When they saw the elevator stopping early, they knew that their plan had been exposed. Naturally, they thought of the safety passage, which was the only place that connected the two floors other than the elevator.
After that, Zhang Heng, who wanted to go upstairs, bumped into a team of assassins who were about to rush down.
A gunfight broke out between the two sides. In the end, Zhang Heng killed two people. However, because there were too many assassins on the other side, he had to retreat to the thirteenth floor.
After that, Zhang Heng also stopped the other party from breaking into the thirteenth floor. During that time, he killed three more people. According to Li Mo, there were a total of thirty assassins in this hotel. Minus Li Mo, who he detained, and the ones he killed in the previous two battles, there were still twenty-four assassins left.
If these people were scattered, Zhang Heng could take them down one by one like he did in the garden. However, if they gathered together and guarded the kitchen, it would be more troublesome. After the attempt to break into the thirteenth floor failed, Zhang Heng realized that the other party had stopped moving. It seemed that they wanted to fight him, and they had no intention of rescuing their companions.
"You'd better give up," Li Mo said. "We've received orders in advance. If your identity is exposed and we don't have full confidence in killing you, we'll seal all the entrances to the fourteenth floor and guard the kitchen."
As if to confirm her words, as soon as she finished speaking, the hotel's power was cut off, and the elevator could no longer be used. After that, Zhang Heng heard the sound of something heavy being dragged above his head. Apparently, the people above wanted to block the fire exits and completely seal the way up.
Zhang Heng didn't panic. He raised his eyebrows when he heard what Li Mo said, "I saw in the elevator that the western restaurant is also on the fourteenth floor. Is it the kind with floor-to-ceiling windows?"
"You're not thinking of climbing up from the window, are you?" Li Mo frowned. "I advise you to give up on this idea. Since you can think of this, our people will certainly think of it too. So, they will definitely send someone to guard the floor-to-ceiling windows."
"You don't have to worry about this. Besides, thank you for your cooperation. According to our agreement, I will spare your life. I wish you a sweet dream." After Zhang Heng got the answer, he hit the back of Li Mo's head with the butt of his gun, knocking her out. After that, he walked to the window and reached out to push it open.
The next moment, a pair of wings made of shadows slowly spread behind him.
Li Mo was right. There were indeed people standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the western restaurant to prevent Zhang Heng from climbing up from below.
However, what they didn't expect was that Zhang Heng didn't crawl up the window at all.
The person standing on the left-hand side only saw a black shadow passing by. He didn't even get to see the person's face before a hail of bullets shattered the glass and accurately hit his heart.
His companion, who was standing next to him, was not much luckier. Just a few tenths of a second later, he was hit in the head by a bullet and fell to the ground with him. With their deaths, Zhang Heng officially blew the horn to attack.
The miniature submachine gun spat out bullets in a frenzy. In the next wave of bullets, at least six people were shot, four dead and two injured.
The main reason was that no one could figure out how Zhang Heng suddenly appeared outside the window. Like a bird, he flew directly in front of them and rained bullets on them. It wasn't until they were severely injured that the rest of the people came to their senses and began to look for cover in a hurry. As a result, three people who weren't fast enough ended up on the death list.
The people who found cover began to fight back one after another. However, Zhang Heng didn't stay in place. Instead, he frequently changed his position in the air with the help of the pair of shadow wings behind him.
First, he wanted to avoid the bullets and fight back. Second, he wanted to find the right angle to kill the killer behind the cover.
At the same time, Zhang Heng silently counted the time in his heart. Twelve seconds later, he accurately landed behind the bar counter of the western restaurant and killed the last killer hiding inside. At this point, there was no one left alive in the western restaurant except for Zhang Heng.
The killers in other places began to rush over when they heard the gunshots. However, there were less than ten people left, and they couldn't cause too much trouble to Zhang Heng, especially since they arrived in a certain order. In the end, all of them were killed by Zhang Heng's Lv.3 marksmanship.
When the gunshots stopped, Zhang Heng stood up from behind the bar counter, shook off the glass shards on his clothes, pushed the door open, and walked into the kitchen on the other side. He didn't have to look for it to see the plate of croissants on the dining table, covered with a plate. The chef who made it was huddled in the corner, shivering, looking at the man in front of him who had just killed thirty enemies.
Zhang Heng nodded at the chef and reached out to pick up the plate of croissants on the table. But at this moment, the seemingly harmless chef's eyes suddenly flashed with a ruthless glint. He reached into his chef's uniform, but before he could touch the gun he had hidden, a gunshot rang out.
"Do you really think I will believe that there are only thirty killers?" Zhang Heng left the pistol that was still smoking on the dining table, and he finally picked up the plate of croissants.
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