Chapter 360

Just after Edward King entered the elevator, another guest entered the hotel gate. He was wearing a turban on his head, a beard on his face and a white robe. He looked very seeping.

The man walked to the front desk without expression (in fact, because of his beard, others couldn't see his expression at all) and said in broken French: "open a presidential suite."

He took out a bank card and put it on the table.

The staff member full of Western Gentlemanliness the day before yesterday glanced at the beard and smiled professionally: "sorry, sir, we don't accept credit card and cash here."

"What?" Bearded said with some dissatisfaction, "don't swipe cards or cash. What do you want here?"

Front desk: "this is a VIP hotel. We will directly treat guests with VIP cards."

"What VIP card? How much is it? I'll do it. "

"Sorry, sir, we can't do this card with money."

Beard immediately shouted, "what do you mean? Do you look down on our Saudi people? I tell you, we Saudi people have nothing else, just money. As for your manager, let him come out and see that after I bought the hotel, I opened you first. "

The noisy beard immediately attracted the attention of many people around. However, no one stepped forward to meddle. Instead, they all looked like watching a play to see how the hotel would deal with it next.

After all, it is extremely rare for ordinary people to dare to stay in mainland hotels, let alone an ordinary person with special money.

As we all know, Saudi people are rich and rich. Generally speaking, they say they want to buy a hotel. It's no joke.

The front desk didn't panic. He smiled very professionally and said, "please wait a moment. Our manager will be there soon."

With that, he picked up the front desk landline and made a phone call. A few minutes later, a middle-aged man in a suit appeared, walked up to the beard with a smile, warmly held out his hand and said an Arabic.

Bearded shook hands with the middle-aged man impatiently, then "suddenly" said a series of Arabic, pointing to the front desk. It is estimated that he should be complaining.

The middle-aged man kept smiling. After the beard finished, he smiled, leaned forward and whispered a word in his ear.

Bearded was obviously stunned and stared at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man shrugged and stopped talking. He just smiled at bearded.

Although others didn't hear what the middle-aged man said, it was obvious that bearded's attitude had changed. He nodded to the middle-aged man with some restraint, looked around unnaturally, and then turned around and quickly walked out of the hotel.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, this is a small episode. You should do whatever you want."

The middle-aged man clapped his hands, smiled and turned back.

And the beard soon threw off the stalker behind him, integrated into the crowded street and disappeared.

Although he received reports that his men had lost him, the middle-aged man didn't take it too seriously.

Can mainland hotels be destroyed by such a small hand?

make fun of.

Walking back to the luxurious manager's office, the middle-aged man untied his tie, threw it on the next chair, breathed out, and just wanted to pour himself a glass of red wine. Suddenly he heard a "rope" sound overhead, as if something was rubbing and crawling.

He subconsciously looked up and saw something like an octopus flying down from the ceiling and covering his face.

The middle-aged man wanted to resist, but the straw hugged the face bug and strangled his neck. He let him scratch his neck and couldn't move a penny. He wanted to cry for help, but a tentacle was deeply inserted into his throat and couldn't make a sound.

After struggling for dozens of seconds, the man fell on the carpet and fell into a coma.

After a few minutes, his body began to tremble violently, his chest fluctuated rapidly, "click", and a small special-shaped straw came out of his chest.

Just as before, Banda was parasitized by the straw face worm, after the birth of the small alien, it split into countless straw tentacles and swallowed the body of a middle-aged man.

Before long, a new middle-aged man reappeared in the room.

He tidied up his collar, walked to the bookshelf, reached out and swung a book on the bookshelf. The bookshelf immediately flashed aside silently.

In an uninhabited alley at the intersection of the Continental Hotel, Brian opened his mouth and said, "Damn, there are really your insiders in the hotel."

Sharon was still thinking about the meaning of what the middle-aged man said to himself. When he heard Brian's words, he replied carelessly: "of course, how dare I talk big without an insider."

After they entered the secret passage, the wall in the alley immediately returned to its original state. After walking along the dark path for a while, I soon saw the middle-aged man.

"EBER?"

Brian looked at the middle-aged man in surprise. A moment later, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Sharon. He was so powerful and fast that his neck made a "click".

"Your insider is the manager of the Paris branch of Continental Hotel?"

Sharon smiled quietly and didn't speak.

EBER said expressionless, "next, I'll go to the security room, close the monitoring and block the whole hotel."

Sharon nodded and said to Brian, "go install the bomb and come back here when you're done. Just leave the rest to me."

Brian patted the huge mountaineering bag on his back and said with a bitter face, "even if the hotel manager is yours, I think it's still an almost impossible task to kill everyone in the hotel. Are you sure you don't need my help?"

Sharon patted Brian on the shoulder, smiled, didn't speak, and took the lead to go out.

The three men came out of the dark way, walked out of the manager's office, and left separately.

EBER took the elevator to the security room, while Sharon took another elevator to the 12th floor. He went to the door of room 1207 and knocked on the door.

Soon a vicious question came from inside: "who?"

"Check the water meter."

"Ha?"

The door of room 1202 suddenly opened, and the man who changed the room card with Edward King came out with a submachine gun. Unfortunately, before he pulled the trigger, Sharon shot him in the head with a backhand.

Then, with one kick, Xie Lun kicked open the door of room 1207 and raised two guns. Three guns between lightning and flint took away three lives.

"Edward King, do you still know me?" Sharon smiled at Edward King, who was almost naked. "I think you stuffed poisonous snakes on the plane. Now I have a psychological shadow when I fly."

Edward King stared at Sharon like a ghost. After a moment, he gave a "cluck", rolled his white eyes and fainted.

A pool of foul smelling unknown liquid spread from between his legs.

"What's the boss of the gang with such courage? Bah, what thing."

Sharon spat angrily, stretched out his hand to search the three people killed by himself, and soon searched out the photos, documents and the small note.

"My picture?" Sharon looked strange and looked at the photos and documents. "I met Edward King? Ma Dan, someone wants to throw dirty water on me. "