Chapter 1059 Terrorist Incident 1

"Peng Fei's memory has always been very good. He clearly remembered that the black suit security guarding the security guard next to the safe passage was very clean and there was no trace of beard. Now this person has a beard and looks a little like a Middle Easterner.

More importantly, there was a fierce light in the man's eyes. When he looked at Peng Fei, there was a strong sense of murder in his eyes in addition to astonishment, and his right hand also reached into his arms.

"Why are you blocking the door? If you don't go out, I have to go out..."

When Paris saw Peng Fei open the door, she wanted to rush out first, but as soon as she walked behind Peng Fei, she felt a strong impact on her body. Her whole body seemed to have been hit by a train and couldn't help retreating.

When Zhuang Rui saw Peng Fei retreating quickly and closed the door, he couldn't help asking curiously, "Peng Fei, what's going on..."

"There's something wrong, Brother Zhuang, you step back..."

Peng Fei looked out of the cat's eye from the door and suddenly opened the door. After his body rushed out for only two or three seconds, he dragged a human body into the room.

Just now, while the beard stretched out his hand to take out the gun, Peng Fei threw out a flying knife and shot the man's throat. To be on the safe, Peng Fei still retreated back to the room. After finding that the man had fallen to the ground from the cat's eyes, he pulled him in again.

"What's the matter?"

Zhuang Rui is also a little confused. Looking at this person's clothes, he should be a security guard outside. Why did Peng Fei take action against him? Zhuang Rui couldn't help frowning. You know, it is difficult to deal with killing people abroad.

"It's not the security guard just now. It was dropped. Brother Zhuang, look..."

Peng Fei turned the man's body over, and a pistol with a silencer slipped from the man's clothes with his right hand. In addition, the black suit on his vest was stained with blood, and there was an obvious knife.

"Fal...drop the bag?"

Zhuang Rui felt that his brain was not enough. He shook his head hard and looked at Peng Fei taking out the towel from the bathroom. He gently opened the door and wiped the blood stains outside.

"Ah! Fraud... killed..." Paris, who was knocked dizzy by Peng Fei, had just come to her senses and saw an extra man in a black suit with a beard in front of him, but there was a knife in the man's throat, and a stream of blood was dripping down the handle of the knife.

This beard is not dead yet, and her body is ** from time to time. A pair of big dead fish-like eyes are staring at Paris. Although the little girl is bold, she can't help exclaiming loudly at this moment.

"Bang!"

Peng Fei, who just closed the door, slapped Paris in the face and said viciously, "If you want to die, just keep calling..."

"Woo-hoo... I won't dare to do it again next time. Please, please, let me go..." Paris was stunned by Peng Fei's slap, and her whole body curled up to the ground." Although she was still crying, her voice was much lower. According to her understanding, these two Orientals must be psychopathic gangster The matter of dating himself spread out that the security guard was killed.

Although Paris is well-informed, she is just a girl in her twenties after all. What happened in front of her makes her collapse. She never thought that her joke would lead to such serious consequences.

"Brother Zhuang, this man just took out his gun and wanted to shoot at me. It seems that someone came up with the idea of this charity auction..."

Although Peng Fei is good at jungle warfare, he is no stranger to urban anti-terrorism. He skillfully took off all the headphone microphones on this person and hung them on his ears." Then he said, "I'm afraid that this floor has been controlled now. Let's find an opportunity to see if we can leave from the safe passage?"

After hearing Peng Fei's words, Zhuang Rui came to his senses and said with an unbelievable face, "You... Do you mean someone robbed?"

You should know that today's charity auction brings together the super-rich all over the world. If these people have something wrong, not to mention all dead, or three or five deaths and injuries, it is estimated that it can cause a global economic recession. Who has so much courage to hit them the idea?

Peng Fei listened to the conversation from the headphones and said, "It should be right. They have rushed into the hall..." "Damn it, it's not a quotation today, ah, why did you let your buddy encounter any terrible incident?"

Zhuang Rui couldn't help swearing. He stood up and rushed to the head of the bed, picked up the phone, and shouted to Paris, "What's the police number in the United States?" Zhuang Rui's conversation with Peng Fei just now was in Chinese, so Paris didn't know what had happened. After being yelled by Zhuang Rui, she "What? Calling the police? It's a quotation,..."

After hearing Paris's words, Zhuang Rui couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and said to himself, "Damn Americans, is it to commemorate the incident?

"No, the United States has been using this alarm number since the 1960s..." Paris was also stupid and bold. After experiencing the initial panic, she found that Zhuang Rui and Peng Fei did not seem to want to kill people, and she became bolder.

"You deserve a terrorist attack..."

Zhuang Rui replied angrily, then threw the phone out and scolded, "Damn it, the phone line has been cut off, Peng Fei, take the satellite phone to the police..." There is no need for Zhuang Rui to say that Peng Fei has taken out the satellite phone and dialed it, but then put down the phone, shook his head and said, Brother, if you can't get out, the other party should have interfered with the instrument. Let's find a way to leave this floor first..." The Hilton Hotel has dozens of floors high. It is almost impossible to control it completely. According to Peng Fei's idea, the robbers can only control the 18th floor at most, as long as they leave It should be safe to drive here for the time being.

Zhuang Rui smiled bitterly and said, "Peng Fei, Huang Fuyun is still in the venue..."

"Brother Zhuang, I can't care so much. Let's leave first..." Although Peng Fei has a good relationship with Huang Fuyun, at this moment, he can only take care of Zhuang Rui's safety first. As for Huang Fuyun, he is not rich in himself. I hope those robbers will not be difficult for him!

"Gentlemen and ladies, this Persian carpet in the eleventh century represents the highest level of handicraft art at that time. Now there are only three pieces left in the world, with a starting price of 3,2 million US dollars, with a price increase of 100,000 US dollars each time. Friends who are interested can bid..." Zhuang Rui The departure did not attract much attention, and the charity auction is still going on.

"Three million US dollars..."

"3,8 million US dollars...", "4 million US dollars..."

"This gentleman bid 3.5 million, and it has been 380 yuan. Oh, four million, four million once, this generous gentleman bid four million!" William's rich ** voice echoed in the whole banquet hall. This kind of auction was simply not challenging, if it hadn't been for Bonadette's high price. Ask him to host, William will definitely not come.

"I pay 100 million dollars!" Suddenly, a voice sounded at the door, which stunned the whole banquet hall. This thing is just a carpet woven with gold and silver wire and animal fibers, and its value can't exceed 10 million. This man shouted 100 million. Is it crazy?

All the people who can participate in today's auction are well-known figures in various fields. This spit is a pit. If you shout it out, it will generally not be taken back. Everyone wants to see who is idle and is going to spend 100 million dollars to buy this Persian carpet that feels small even as a quilt?

"Gentlemen, ladies, I'm going to pay 100 million dollars. Is there anyone else who is more expensive than me?"

A man in hotel security clothes appeared in the sight of everyone. In his early forties, his hair was a little white, with a warm smile on his face, but his eyes emitted a chill.

"Oh, sir, I think... Are you mistaken? This is not a masquerade party, and today is not April Fool's Day..."

After William standing on the stage saw this man's dress, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. The Hilton Hotel is also a world-renowned hotel chain. How can the staff have this quality? Can even a security guard break into the venue and talk nonsense?

"Oh, you're right, this dress is really not mine..."

The middle-aged man smiled, reached out and unbuttoned the security uniform, then took out a pistol, pointed to William, and said, "Thank you for the wonderful host, but now the host is me...", "Band!"

before the people in the venue could react, a gunshot came out. William, who was standing on the stage, fell down. The bullet penetrated through his eyebrows. The huge impact lifted the back of his head. The red blood mixed with white brain stimulated the eyes of people standing not far from William.

The brain nerve was completely dead, but William, whose body was still twitching, finally made people realize what had happened at the scene. A few seconds later, all kinds of penetrating voices sounded, and countless sad screams and exclamations burst out from the crowd.

These super-rich people, who are usually well-fed, burst out of unprecedented physical strength and rushed to the elevator and various security doors. However, to their disappointment, all the doors were closed, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not open them to open.

When some people bypassed the white-haired middle-aged man and prepared to go out of the door he entered, two doors were pushed open from the outside, and more than a dozen people with submachine guns rushed in.