I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

"Mohand! That Chinese man is dead, you can't run away!"

The leading militant dexterously jumped over the dead body in front, and walked to the counter in a few steps.

A pistol emerged from behind the counter.

Snapped--

The bullet was completely out of sight, and flew to the glass hanging upside down on the counter. The broken glass shot away, shocking the militants. They all squatted to the ground and hid behind the tables and chairs.

The leading militant walked in the forefront and was hit by the broken glass in the corner of his eye. The blood flowed down, wet the masked cloth, and looked terrifying.

"Asshole! Kill them!"

Several guns fired at the same time, the wooden counter was beaten into a sieve, sawdust and glass slag fluttered in the air, and then fell to the ground.

Zi-, the bullet hit the coffee machine behind the counter, and strong high-temperature steam spewed a few meters away, entrained with hot boiling water, and spilled behind a sofa.

Hu Datong curled up behind the sofa, biting his lip, controlling the fear in his heart.

The boiling water that came out of the touch just drenched on his back and penetrated the suit.

The sudden pain made Hu Datong sigh.

An militant heard the movement and poked his head out, just in time to see Hu Datong tearing off his suit.

"There is another Chinese here!" the militant shouted loudly.

"Kill him!" the militant leader said without hesitation.

The main task today is to kill the Chinese. The Chinese all look alike, if you don't know which one is which, then kill them all.

Poor Hu Datong was scalded by boiling water and was sweating. He was bowing his head and taking off his clothes.

He didn't understand the dialogue of the militants, but seemed to understand something at the last moment of his life. He stopped his hand movements and looked up. The hot muzzle hit his forehead, and a puff of blue smoke was burnt out.

Hu Datong didn't feel the pain, his eyes seemed to penetrate the mask of the militants, and he saw the hideous smile on his face and the ugly upturned nose.

"It's really black--" This was the last wave in Hu Datong's mind.

A bullet with blood splattered through Hu Datong's head, and heavily pinched the back of Hu Datong's head to the ground.

The leading militant stepped on glass slag and sawdust and kicked Hu Datong's body, confirming that it was dead; he walked behind the counter and took a look.

Behind the counter, Mohand's fat corpse fell to the ground, his head drooping, several bullet holes on his back were bleeding, and a pistol fell on his right hand.

The leading militant raised his boots and kicked Mohand a few times on Mohand's ass.

"Brothers, the mission is complete! Retreat!" He shouted loudly, raised his gun, and hit the crystal chandelier in the lobby.

He has been to the Radisson Hotel several times, and every time he sees the gorgeous chandelier in the lobby, he is tickled. This time he finally got his wish.

The hotel lobby is already in a mess, blood is everywhere, and the injured people are groaning in pain. Those who were lucky to be uninjured have been scared, or their faces are pale, their eyes are demented, or they are trembling.

The quality of the hotel’s security staff varies. The one who reacted quickly was killed with a gun; the one who reacted slowly was killed while the gun was still on his back.

After the militants withdrew from the hotel lobby, someone finally dared to call a cell phone.

"Help! The Radisson Hotel was attacked..."

Chen Ling put the room card in his pants pocket, closed the door of the room, and walked to the elevator.

It happened that a black woman with big breasts and fat buttocks was also waiting for the elevator.

"Good morning!" Chen Ling said hello politely.

"Good morning, sir!" The woman's round face squeezed a smile, "Did you not call for breakfast? I made several calls to the room service department, but no one answered the phone. This service is worse than our country's. too much."

Chen Ling watched the elevator's floor number beating, and said, "It seems that the room service department is on the ground floor. Which country are you from?"

"I'm from Senegal. Are you from RB?"

"No, I am Chinese."

"Oh? I rarely meet Chinese people."

The elevator came, Chen Ling stretched out his arm to block the elevator door, and the lady took priority. The black woman twisted her hips into the elevator.

"Sorry, I forgot something. I'll go back to the room to get it. Can you hold the elevator and wait for me?" the woman with big breasts and fat buttocks said suddenly.

In the small space, the strong smell of perfume came from women.

Whether the perfume smells good or not depends on whose body the perfume is sprayed on. Chen Ling confirmed this.

Chen Ling helpless: "Go ahead, I'll wait for you."

A few minutes later, the elevator went down two floors, the door opened, and two Chinese came in. It was Chen Ling that met at the airport yesterday.

"Hello!"

"Ah, Mr. Chen, good morning! Have you heard anything downstairs?" one of them asked.

Chen Ling shook his head: "I didn't hear it. What happened downstairs?"

A man said: "My colleague was waiting at the coffee shop downstairs. He called me and was talking. Suddenly, I heard a sound of da da da, and then the line was disconnected and I couldn't get through."

"Oh, I just got up and didn't notice. What about you President Hu?"

Another man said: "He is also downstairs. I think the mobile phone network signal here is not good, and it is often disconnected. What you hear is network noise."

Chen Ling smiled and said, "Could it be because he is in the elevator? The signal in the elevator is very poor. You'll know when you go down and take a look."

"Excuse me, Chinese, are you all Chinese?" the woman who was crowded behind suddenly asked.

Chen Ling turned his head and smiled: "Yes, I am all Chinese."

"I can't understand a word of your words... Oh, I'm at the bottom, I'm going to have breakfast, good luck to you!"

As the black woman said, she had already stood in front of the elevator door, and it seemed that breakfast was a top priority for her.

The elevator doors opened. Outside the door, there were two people lying on the smooth floor, blood was still flowing, and there were sounds of crying and laughing from a distance.

The black woman stood still, blocking the elevator door.

From the gap between her and the elevator door, Chen Ling could already see that something was wrong. With a swipe of his arm, he put the black woman aside, walked quickly to the two on the ground, and squatted down to check.

Two people are dead.

Two CR employees in the elevator also walked over.

"What's the matter with them?" a man asked.

Chen Ling thought of the voice he heard on the phone just now, and knew that something bad had happened.

"Don't move, you go back upstairs first!" Chen Ling didn't know what was going on in the lobby, so he didn't dare to pass by.

"Ah--" a high-pitched scream came from behind. The black woman was already slumped on the ground, her mouth wide open and her eyes staring round.

The elevator closed slowly and went upstairs.

"Find a place to hide!" Chen Ling worried that the women's screams would draw people over.

The two CR company employees were already frightened. Hearing Chen Ling's words, they hurriedly pressed the elevator button.

"Go back upstairs and hide, call the police, call the embassy!"

After Chen Ling gave his instructions, he walked towards the lobby with his waist down.

Dao still has no response from the system, there should be no danger.

The phone rang, it was Morris.

"Mr. Chen, save me, I am behind the coffee shop counter."

Chen Ling walked into the lobby a few steps, and he was taken aback by the scene in front of him.

It was as if a few elephants had broken into it, and it became a mess, the air was full of blood and painful groans.

Seeing Chen Ling, several wounded people asked for help.

"help me--"

Chen Ling didn't dare to act rashly because he didn't know whether the person who shot the gun was still in the lobby. And he didn't know anything about first aid and didn't know how to deal with it, so he had to ignore those who called for help.

He walked in the position that Morris said.

"Chinese, the militants have already run away, help!" A hotel staff member was bandaging a wounded person. After seeing Chen Ling, he called for help.

"Who is here?" Chen Ling asked.

"I don't know. They are all covered in their heads, so I can't see them. The police have already called the police, and the police will come soon."

Now that the militants had evacuated, Chen Ling walked quickly to the coffee shop.

He saw the young CR company employee at a glance and fell to the ground motionless.

Oh no! The most worrying thing happened.

Chen Ling walked to the body of the young employee and squatted down to take a look. A cell phone fell not far away and broke into several pieces. He should have been killed while on the phone.

Where is Hu Datong? Is he still alive?

Chen Ling looked around, but didn't see Hu Datong.

There was movement behind the coffee counter, and Chen Ling thought that it might be Morris.

"Mr. Chen, help me—" Morris saw Chen Ling through the hole and hurriedly asked for help.

Mohand's fat body acted as a shield for Morris. Morris escaped death by chance, but he was still shot in the leg and couldn't come out under Mohand.

Chen Ling turned Mohand's body over and helped Morris sit on a bench.

"Mr. Chen, it's the leader, they're here to kill you!" Morris wiped the blood from his face and said to Chen Ling.

"Who is the leader? Why do you want to kill me?" Chen Ling didn't understand.

Morris was about to speak when Mohand on the ground moved suddenly.

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