American Comprehensive Detective: Opening with a black gun

Chapter 51 51International Friends

Ron narrowed his eyes slightly.

Then the werewolf's head at the window shrank back.

He turned his head gloomily and looked at the hotel front desk officer Colin Perez.

Colin's body trembled slightly, she just happened to see the bloody scene.

As an ordinary office worker, Colin is far from being as calm as Ron and others.

"Colin, are you okay?"

Colin looked into Ron's deep eyes, suppressed the fear in his heart, took a deep breath, and said stubbornly: "Just ask, I can do it."

"Great, do you know how many werewolves there are?"

"I don't know, there are at least five or six of them. Those werewolves seem to be looking for someone. Not long ago, they called away the manager, and the manager hasn't come down yet!"

Ron thought for a while and then asked the question he was most concerned about.

"clear!"

"If you have any questions, please be direct."

"very good!"

Although it is a bit unbelievable, the facts are in front of us, making people unable to believe it.

Ron headed straight for the stairwell.

Ron explained: "There are people hiding in these rooms."

Americans don't have much idea of ​​international friends.

Ron smelled a very faint smell of blood.

"Is it Ron?"

When he reached the door of the corridor, Ron suddenly stopped and raised his hand, as if listening.

Ron just thought the other person was farting.

Well, now the situation is obvious.

"What you heard? That's nonsense."

As for the elevator, he arranged for two people to guard it.

Sandy looked suspicious and asked, "Is that so?"

"No, I saw someone running away covered in blood, so I followed and ran away."

The phone hung up, and Ron was confused.

"105, 107, 118, 115, 121, focus on investigation."

Old Sean hesitated to speak.

When they reached the sixth floor, Ron waved to everyone and said, "Just wait."

Cesasi called suddenly, and he was a little confused.

Still heard it!

Just then, a car drove up.

"Report, report, the hostages on the first floor have been rescued!"

A deep voice came from the other side of the phone.

Ron asked some more questions.

Just then, Sandy's phone rang.

Several room numbers were announced, and a few people were left to evacuate the crowd, while two policemen stood guard at the elevator entrance.

The police officers who followed him up the stairs were staring at Ron's ears, as if they wanted to see the flowers.

Old Sean nodded hurriedly, leaving a few people to evacuate the residents on the first floor.

Sandy asked Ron curiously, "What did the superiors say?"

"How did you know there was someone in the room?"

"Director, it's me."

Because it would waste a lot of time to identify the Italians and rescue them first.

Old Sean was convinced now, while the policeman who questioned was still a little unbelievable, but they reached the fourth floor.

The police's voice suddenly sounded on the intercom.

Ordinarily, the deputy director shouldn't pay too much attention to such a matter.

Of course, these are just rough estimates.

Old Sean didn't know why.

You can get a rough idea of ​​the opponent's strength, speed and attack power.

"certainly!"

Do you have sonar devices installed in your ears?

When did you become so powerful and why didn’t I know?

There were also policemen in the team who were already uncomfortable with Ron's bland pretense.

Because according to his understanding, the director would never deliberately call because of this, so he suspected that Ron was hiding something.

Ron nodded and took Sandy's call with confusion.

"Yes, I am, Ron is right next to me."

"What?"

"Bring it here, all in the back." Craig said and opened the trunk.

"Are you sure you can eliminate the danger in the hotel as soon as possible and rescue the hostages in the hotel?"

real or fake?

"Well, I'm very optimistic about you, and I hope you won't disappoint me."

He asked this, believing that the person opposite could understand what he meant.

Of course, it's more of a suspicion.

Ron stood in the corridor on the seventh floor and smelled the smell of blood getting stronger and stronger.

If you stand in the corridor and listen, you will know who is there.

Pistols, rifles, spray guns, etc. are all available.

"Heard it."

If a werewolf comes down, kill it directly.

What about the fool?

Upon entering the hotel.

When rescuing people is like putting out a fire, the more time is wasted, the more people may be injured and the more people may die.

In addition to Ron and Sandy, the policemen who went in with them also had their weapons and bullets replaced with special bullets.

"Ron, wait, I either have a problem with you, or..."

"Why are you still standing there? Take action! Quick, quick, quick!"

Old Sean looked at Ron in surprise.

What I heard, how is it possible?

"Forget it, life in the logistics department is pretty good, and I still want to live a few more years."

Why does Mao have to fight to the death?

Old Sean naturally didn't believe that Ron could tell whether there was anyone in the room.

Ron rushed into the hotel wearing a body armor and holding a firearm.

Now the deputy director actually said that there are international friends in the hotel.

When Old Sean heard the report, he replied with disbelief: "Are you sure all the hostages in the room have been rescued?"

There was another reply from the second floor saying that the hostages on the second floor had been rescued.

Now is not the time to fight with others, saving people is more important.

What really needs to be paid attention to are the kind of abnormal events that are contagious and almost unsolvable. Ron has heard of a lot of them.

There is no danger and there are many hidden benefits.

"Hey, are you interested in being transferred to the action team and following me around?"

He quickly ran towards the source of the bloody smell.

"Have you seen them kill people?"

I saw a big black man getting out of the car.

"Confirmed, a total of fifteen people have been rescued. Please ask for further instructions."

Ron was a little disappointed if Colin saw werewolves killing people.

Old Sean looked at Ron in shock.

In fact, not only Old Sean had doubts, but the police who followed him also had doubts.

The black man is over two meters tall and has explosive muscles all over his body.

The long carriage was filled with weapons.

"Thank you for the compliment. Have you brought the weapons?"

With that said, Ron rushed to the seventh floor without saying a word. He was very fast and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Well, by the way, international friends from Italy are very energetic!

Ron handed the phone to Sandy.

"very good!"

"People at the elevator entrance, don't move, everyone else will follow."

Ron took two pistols and an M16 automatic rifle, loaded them with bullets, and was ready to go.

They are quite inhumane to outsiders.

Sandy and the police followed.

Old Sean didn't believe it at all, because this incident challenged his knowledge.

Ron's ears are so sensitive.

Ron thought for a while and said: "The superiors asked me to try my best to ensure the safety of citizens."

Colin didn't know much and had even less valuable information.

Ron glanced at the muttering policeman, said nothing, and then ran towards the third floor.

When we got to the second floor, Ron was just like he was on the first floor.

Because to deal with ordinary people, werewolves don't need to use all their strength at all.

Either the international friend has a great background, or the international friend has a close relationship with the deputy director.

Cesasi said calmly.

"Don't worry, Director, I will do my best to ensure their safety."

But he won't be so impulsive and question it directly.

"have!"

In the end, Ron decided to treat everyone equally.

Sandy covered the receiver, pointed to the phone, and whispered to Ron: "Deputy Director, Cesasi's phone number."

Because werewolves, like vampires, have obvious weaknesses and are not difficult to deal with.

The hotel lobby was empty and no one was there.

"That's what I heard. My hearing is sharp!"

Craig said to himself that he purchases weapons and ammunition every day.

"You must try your best to ensure the safety of the hostages, especially the international friends inside, and the safety of friends from Italy cannot be threatened."

Craig looked at Ron, "Are you Ron? I've heard of you, a fierce man who has solved several major cases one after another."

"Sandy, long time no see. I heard that you were promoted to senior investigator. I haven't congratulated you yet."

"yes!"

The policeman following behind quickly stopped.

"Understood, Director!"

Old Sean looked at Ron with confusion.

Craig focused on the bullets, "The bullets are specially made and contain silver nitrate, which has a strong restraint effect on werewolves."

However, the policeman's words still planted seeds of doubt in everyone's minds.

Sandy walked up and said hello to the black man, "Craig, long time no see."

"Help...life, is there anyone? Come and help me!"

The voice sounded like a male's.

The voice coming from the front room was very weak, and sounded like it was dying.

Ron looked anxious, quickened his pace and rushed forward.

(End of chapter)