District 9

In the corridor on the first floor of the hotel.

Ma Laoer and Guan Qi got stuck at the corner of the stairs. Liu Zishu led people to rush to the side door and kicked open the wooden door.

In the small courtyard, a group of staff held flashlights and listened to the chaos of gunfire.

"Da da, da da...!"

Liu Zishu fired into the sky, waved his hands and shouted: "Squat down, squat down, raise your hands!"

None of the staff could understand Chinese, but fortunately they could understand the international gestures, and they immediately squatted against the wall in fear.

Baojun fired with a gun and repelled two security personnel who were about to rush out from the electrical room.

Liu Zishu bent forward, leaned against the wall of the bungalow, waved his hands and shouted: "Suppress."

"Da da da!"

Baojun was fierce, striding forward and pulling the gun line across the door, madly rushing into the door and shooting.

"Bang, bang!"

Liu Zishu stood up, slammed the window of the motor room with the butt of his gun, waved his hand and shouted: "Damage!"

A young man at the back pulled two thunderbolts from his bag with both hands and threw them through the window.

"rush out!"

"There's thunder!"

"...!"

The security personnel inside had red eyes and wanted to fight outside, but as soon as they reached the door, they were knocked down by Bao Jun and Liu Zishu.

"Boom, boom...!"

Immediately afterwards, a violent explosion sounded, the small bungalow burst into flames, and debris flew everywhere.

"Zi la la!"

The lights throughout the hotel flickered, but did not go out.

"Whizzing……!"

Several more grenades were fired, and the young man shouted: "Stay back and hide."

Within a few breaths, a more violent explosion sounded again, the windows of the hotel were shattered, and the colored steel roof of the small bungalow bulged visibly to the naked eye.

"Boom, boom!"

The generator in the room was detonated, the violent shock wave opened half of the roof, and the fire broke out instantly.

All the lights in the hotel, including the three surrounding buildings, were turned off, and even the emergency lights were not on.

"It's done."

When Liu Zishu bent down and ran back, he held the phone headset and roared.

In the corridor on the first floor.

When Ma Laoer and others saw the lights go out, they immediately put on luminous goggles, picked up their guns, and rushed towards the location of Yao Jingzhong.

…

On the east side and north side of the Mule House Hotel, six cars entered the venue collectively after the lights went out for the second time.

These are the people called to work from the seventh and eighth districts. They are waiting for the second light to go out according to the plan.

After the car hit the curb, nearly thirty people all got out of the car, armed with relatively professional infantry combat weapons, and formed into two small teams, quickly advancing towards the hall.

The light in the hall was very dim. After hearing the gunshots, many staff members fled in all directions. There was even more curses in the venue on the third floor. Many bigwigs invited to the summit were also led by their own security personnel. , want to avoid danger.

After the people from District 7 and District 8 entered the venue, they really showed what it means to be ruthless. Four automatic rifles were fired at the crowd in the lobby, and they were driven away with wild fire.

At this moment, no matter whether it is the hotel staff or the security personnel, no one has time to distinguish. Even if they are soft at this time, they may cause casualties to their own people and affect the mission.

Gunshots rang out, and the people who rushed in from the door merged with Yao Jingzhong, and Ma Laoer, who was coming from the corridor, was already in place.

Yao Jingzhong pointed upstairs: "Come up quickly, their support will be here soon."

"Brother No. 7, stop us at the door. The rest of you will follow me."

After everyone simply assigned tasks, they immediately attacked upstairs.

…

In courtyard No. 57.

More than a dozen cars had already assembled, and a large number of soldiers in military uniforms were running towards the cars.

In the office, the supervisor on duty took the phone and shouted: "You order all security personnel to ensure the safety of the invited guests. Our support will arrive at the scene in three minutes at most."

"receive!"

"receive!"

"...The people who came back before have also passed by. Let them seal off all the roads in front and behind the hotel so that no gangster can escape." After the supervisor gave instructions, he immediately ordered to the people next to him: "Give the police Call the Visual Bureau and ask them to deploy additional police officers to all the streets around the hotel. From now on, no suspicious vehicles will be allowed to pass."

"Yes!" The person next to him responded immediately.

…

In the grand staircase of the hotel, dozens of people from both sides crowded upstairs and downstairs, engaging in an almost life-threatening gun battle.

Military intelligence officers from the three major districts prepared to charge forward three times, but were beaten down each time. In just a few tens of seconds, the four or five warriors who rushed in front were beaten into a sieve.

"Damn it!" The leader of the operation team in District 8 immediately turned around and shouted: "Stop throwing mines. They have put up anti-blast shields. Anyone with a grenade launcher on their gun comes up to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, three young men reached for the gun.

"Come out of the bunker, face the opponent's defensive area, and hit me with three rounds." The captain of the action team shouted.

After hearing the order, the three of them didn't hesitate at all and rushed out of the corner of the stairs.

"Da da da……!"

There was fierce gunfire from above, and one of the three people was immediately beaten to a pulp. Before he fell, his mouth was bleeding, he grabbed the handrail of the stairs with his right hand and shouted: "Hit me!"

"Bang, bang!"

There were two dull sounds, and the grenade launcher under the gun spurted out a long flame, and the bullets shot dazzlingly toward the upstairs.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

There was an explosion, and the three security personnel who were stuck at the top of the stairs holding up explosion-proof shields were killed on the spot. The building shook, the walls were cracked, and rubble fell like a heavy rain.

"rush!"

When Yao Jingzhong and others saw that a gap had been created upstairs, they immediately charged upward with guns.

At the entrance of the hall on the third floor, Jin Taizhu glanced downstairs. Seeing that something was wrong, he immediately shouted: "Quick, evacuate the guests quickly and let them go to the private rooms on the third floor. We can't hold it anymore."

After hearing this, the security personnel on the periphery immediately turned around and shouted: "Mr. Jin, we can't disperse. There is no light. People are separated. If the scene is chaotic, we security personnel will not be able to identify the gangsters and protect the guests."

"Fart, why don't you run here and wait to die?!" An old man in the room immediately stood up, hid behind his bodyguard and urged: "Go, go quickly!"

In this case, as long as one person wants to run, it will cause a violent chain reaction. Most of the panicked guests began to run towards the side door, the small door, and the work door of the rostrum.

In the crowd, Kim Tae-soo gritted his teeth and said to a security guard: "Zhou Zheng and his assistant are in the hall. Please lead a search and catch them."

The security guard was stunned: "Catch them?!"

"They are probably the gang's internal agents." Kim Tae-soo replied in a hurried tone.