Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 118

The sharp fire alarm rang through the building, and the sound of fire trucks could be heard faintly in the distance. In the presidential guest room on the 16th floor of the hotel, a young man in a black suit, white shirt, and an M9 pistol at his waist clutched a walkie-talkie and opened the door. A dozen bodyguards in the room stood up. .

"The news has leaked and the police are on their way." The young man didn't look at anyone else, but looked straight at the man who was slowly crossing the window. "I'm sorry, Mr. Phillip, time is very tight. Please come with me immediately. The car is on the way downstairs." Wait for us."

Shark nodded and said nothing, walked to him and stopped as if he remembered something: "That's right."

"yes."

"Tell me, how much are the police willing to pay to catch me?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand why he asked so suddenly, but he still answered calmly: "Capturing Mr. Phillip is a great achievement, and he should be able to get promoted to a high position, so I guess the other party will send out a large number of troops at all costs." Police it."

The shark nodded and repeated with interest: "At any cost."

The sound of fire sirens in the wind became clearer and clearer, but he seemed not to be in a hurry at all. He raised his head and squinted his eyes at the air. For a moment, a regretful smile finally appeared in his ice-blue eyes:

"Twelve years, painter, even if you sacrifice the life of a legendary undercover agent like you, right?"

The young man's pupils shrank.

The next moment, he raised his hand to reach his lower back like lightning, but the shark moved faster than him, and the m9 muzzle was firmly pressed against his temple: "Don't move."

The young man frowned slightly: "I don't know what you are talking about, you..."

His words stopped abruptly. Shark held the gun in one hand and reached into the lapel of his open suit jacket with the other hand. He took out a small signal transmitting device from the inner pocket, threw it on the ground and crushed it with his foot, making a soft clicking sound. ring.

"I never doubted you, because you were the only one who insisted from the beginning to the end that there was a police insider among us. If it weren't for you, I would never have thought that way. But it is precisely because of your persistence that I believe so much. You, so much so that you lured you into a trap step by step and finally trapped you in this building." Shark put the m9 muzzle against the young man's left temple and smiled: "This psychological warfare is so beautiful. I am now Looking back, there is no flaw in every word, every expression, and even every look in your eyes in the past 72 hours."

"..."

After a long stalemate, the young man's expression finally underwent a magical change. The gentleness that always carried a three-pointed smile receded like a tide, revealing the cold and rugged rocky beach underneath, but his tone Still very calm: "So where did you find something wrong?"

Shark looked at him with complicated meaning: "--Ten minutes ago, in the garage on the third floor of the basement, why did you go downstairs in person to open the secret door in the corner of area l3?"

The young man closed his eyes.

"Such a hidden and narrow door is not reserved for your police colleagues." Shark leaned forward slightly, leaned against his right ear, and said softly: "It seems that not only those who are eager to escape from the police dragnet today are I'm the only one, right?"

"The car is ready, boss." A bodyguard answered the phone and came forward to report in a low voice.

The shark nodded, stood up straight and stared at the young man's face that was motionless in the intersection of light and shadow: "Farewell, painter."