Chapter 896

Walking in the street, Qin Fei was not much different from the local passers-by. No one paid attention to the man who hurried along with a baseball cap.

"Xiao Lin." Qin Fei called he Weiming: "I need the room number of that person. Can you find it?"

"I can't find it." he Weiming replied very simply.

"Didn't you hack into the hotel's monitoring system?"

"Boss! I'm not an immortal! I see that he has a problem. He has entered the hotel. When I go in, people enter the room. Do you think the sniper will come out and wander around again after entering the room, or go to the bar for a drink of Martini and kill again?" he Weiming was not polite to Qin Fei at all: "this is not a movie!"

Qin Fei gets a black line from he Weiming.

Technical people have a strange temper. Why didn't they have such a powerful mouth in the past?

"Well, I need detailed information about the hotel. How many rooms do they have? Help me analyze it with a computer. If you shoot from that hotel, how many floors above will there be a shooting angle?"

"No problem," he Weiming replied simply this time.

He Weiming and Yuri divide their work and cooperate. They are two of the world's top hacking talents. Of course, it won't take much time to get a clear picture of the details.

"The hotel is called Caesar Hotel. It has a total of 22 floors and 983 rooms. We have calculated that from the height and terrain of the surrounding buildings, the killer must be at least above the 18th floor to have a shooting angle."

"You can check the number of guest rooms above the 18th floor."

Qin Fei said, looking at the watch on his wrist.

Hundreds of meters away, according to the pace of their soldiers, they will walk 100 meters per minute. Except for avoiding pedestrians, they can reach Caesar Hotel in up to five minutes.

The reason why he asked he Weiming and Yuri about the Caesar Hotel is that now that the surveillance can't find the gunman, he can only use the exclusion method.

This is the stupidest way, and it is also the way of no way.

"There are 182 rooms above the 18th floor." he Weiming quickly found out the information.

"Did you hack into their housing registration system?" Qin Fei asked.

He Weiming said, "yes, otherwise I wouldn't know so accurate."

Qin Fei said, "well, in that case, now check the room where the gunman entered the hotel just now. During that time, estimate how many people stayed in rooms above the 18th floor from him."

"The gunman entered the hotel at 12:08, and now it's 12:18. In ten minutes, a total of 15 guests checked in the guest rooms above the 18th floor." he Weiming said: "one of them is the presidential suite."

"Remove the presidential suite."

"Why?"

"Because the service there is so good, hotel waiters often come to ask for service. People who want to be quiet will never open such a conspicuous room," Qin Fei said.

"Well, there are forty left."

"You check now, how many of the fourteen are reserved rooms?"

"Eleven guests are scheduled to stay. Many of them are booked a week early." he Weiming couldn't help asking, "does this matter?"

"Aren't you a genius? More than two hundred?" Qin Fei caught the opportunity and went back: "we just killed their team last night, that is to say, Qinglong started this step of assassination this morning when he found that his men had an accident, so the gunman's room won't be booked in advance. It must be a temporary stay, okay?"

"Shit!" this time it's his turn. He Weiming has a black line. His high IQ doesn't mean he is strong in this respect. "Then there are three more people."

"The rooms of these three people are determined by plane icons and sent to my mobile phone," Qin Fei said.

He Weiming did not dare to ask why this time because he was afraid that Qin Fei would ridicule his IQ.

Two minutes later, a calibrated hotel plan was sent to Qin Fei's mobile phone.

Qin Fei looked at it and recalled the map just now. Among the three rooms, the one with the best perspective is the one on the west of the 19th floor, which is 1902.

This is a psychological and tactical speculation.

In fact, Qin Fei put himself into the role of the gunman. If it was himself, which room would he choose.

"Give me the information of the guest in room 1902."

"Room 1902, checked in at 12:12. The registered name is bilbohm Owen, male, 35 years old. His identity shows that he is Mexican."

"OK."

After cutting off the call, Qin Fei came to the door of Caesar Hotel and found that the hotel was really magnificent.

He went straight to the elevator and a waiter opened the door for him.

On the 19th floor, Qin Fei looked around. The corridor was quiet. Due to the large hotel, there were nearly 50 suites on each floor, which seemed very quiet.

Qin Fei looked at the sign, chose the direction of 1902, and then walked for a while. He saw the waiter's workshop door half open, in which a young man was folding towels.

Stopped, Qin Fei thought for two seconds, and then made a decision.

He got into the workshop, knocked the poor boy out easily, then stripped off his clothes and put them on himself. Then he put the pistol in the middle of a stack of towels, closed the door of the workshop, and pushed the cart towards 1902.

There was no sound on the soft carpet. Qin Fei came to the door of room 1902 and knocked gently.

"Who!?"

A slightly hoarse voice came from the room, speaking English with a Mexican accent.

"Waiter." Qin Fei kept staring at the hole in the cat's eye, "come and deliver towels."

There was no sound inside.

Qin Fei squatted down, pulled out the fn57 pistol from the towel, opened the door and shot inside.

Almost at the same time, there was a low gunshot inside, and several small holes appeared in the door panel.

Both men were shooting through the door.

The bullet from the inside hit the stainless steel cart and broke it down!

Qin Fei felt a pain in his chest and fell to the ground.

Without thinking, he quickly climbed aside and replaced it with a new magazine.

"I found him."

He informed the old fish in the agent's headset: "shit, I seem to have been shot."

"What?!" the old fish's tone suddenly became nervous: "are you okay?!"

Qin Fei was sweating in pain, but he still had to look around. Now he must make sure that no one passed by, otherwise things would get worse.

Fortunately, no one passed in the corridor.

He tore open the coat of the waiter's coat and saw a bullet hole in the soft bulletproof jacket. The bullet did not bite on it.

No!

It's through!