I Can Solve Cases, And I Have Become A World Treasure (Volumes 6-9)

Chapter 252: Death Comes Tonight, Survivor Diary

Killing comes tonight.

At the entrance of the lobby, Artest opened fire. He and his companions killed the greeter first and then the foreman. Seeing that the situation was not good, the foreman's first reaction was to run away. His pace was already very strong, and he jumped up the steps two or three times to rush upstairs, but the bullets were faster than his escape speed.

Coming like the wind.

When he was shot, his neck fell back and a hideous scream erupted from his throat. The other guests were terrified, screaming and running away. At this time, the submachine gun came in handy. The man held the submachine gun. His movements were like holding a chainsaw. Fierce sparks and lightning. Wherever the muzzle of the gun was aimed, the shooting range reached.

Artest was responsible for the follow-up shot, and soon the entire hall, except for those who successfully escaped, was wailing everywhere.

Amidst the blood, there was a man sitting in a wheelchair, his face was very pale. Artest could tell from his legs and the suit on his body that this man was obviously a rich disabled person. When the crisis occurred, everyone had sound legs and could escape the scene, but he could not.

He could only turn the wheels helplessly and struggled to operate the wheelchair. My hands are sweaty.

Run! Run! Run!

"Where do you want to run?" Artai noticed his intention and walked over with a cold snort. He grabbed the man's face with one hand and thrust the muzzle of the gun into the man's mouth. The man begged him for mercy in horror, pointed to his legs, and begged frantically. Artai's face was cold and he did not loosen up at all.

Another companion fumbled with the man's suit, pulled out a passport, and shook his head.

Subtext: If you are not the target person, kill him.

What? If he is not the target person mentioned by the leader, then there is no use value.

Artest decisively pulled the trigger.

As if he had committed suicide by drinking a bullet, the man's skin ruptured, and blood gushed out like exploding pulp. A large amount of blood splashed everywhere, on the floor and white jade stone pillars.

The man didn't even let out a howl of pain.

Artest calmly pulled out the gun, and it seemed that the muzzle of the gun was stained with blood and saliva. He said something that sounded like he was complaining or angry.

He decisively took out the handkerchief from the collar of the man in the wheelchair and wiped it vigorously.

The companion translated this sentence to the leader, and Muzamil on the other end of the satellite phone smiled.

The gunfire began to subside.

"Who is on the fifth floor?"

"There is a diplomat's son on the fifth floor, and a certain minister of country M... There are so many people living on the fifth floor." In a hotel as luxurious as a castle, the identities of the residents are mysterious and unknown. Everyone regards the hotel as a temporary stay, and it is not difficult to hide a few rich or noble people.

A detailed list is sent to everyone via satellite phone.

"Chief, we will find them!"

"Go, don't miss every corner."

After the voice fell, the five armed gangsters in the hall dispersed, and the two of them walked in other directions on the first floor. They chose to go In the VIP club, the two of them went upstairs.