my beauty world

Chapter 97 Raid on the hotel (for further reading)

With an organization like the Continental Hotel, even a lone wolf killer can get a lot of news.

The situation near the Sun restaurant spread immediately, and the killers rushed back to the Continental Hotel one after another.

It's not that Ronan went to the hotel with a premonition, but went back to the hotel to change the weapon!
In just 10 minutes, more than [-] killers died without causing any harm to the target!

Most killers are dazzled by the sight of 2000 million euros, and their hearts are full of money.

I thought the money was at my fingertips.

At this time, he gradually came to his senses, and the target who offered a reward of 2000 million euros to kill could be a simple person?
But there is a huge reward in front of him, and it is impossible to give up, so he hurried back to the hotel, bought heavy firepower, or formed a team together to prepare for the next siege!

The hotel manager, Rebrov, looked at the many killers who came to buy arms, and smiled under his bald head: "Everyone, the Continental Hotel will provide you with the best choice of arms!"

Not to mention the death of more than [-] killers, even if all the killers in Donetsk died, it would not matter. Since the collapse of the Red Empire, the Ukrainian economy has been declining year by year, and more and more people are living in poverty. Those who choose to work in ancient industries There is a steady stream of people.

There are also many people who have come down from the army and various armed forces.

How many employment options do they have in a place like Ukraine?

This batch is dead, and there will be another batch.

A reward of 2000 million euros is placed here, the local killers are temporarily dead, and there are foreign killers coming!
These people want to kill the target to get a reward, they need weapons and intelligence.

His shop will generate huge income.

Rebrov quickly realized that the bounty named Ronan was a business opportunity!
Fortunately, his business sense was sharp enough, and he bought a large number of weapons and ammunition from Yuri-Olov, and he could earn several times when he changed hands.

Hope Ronando lasts for a few days!
Rebrov personally called the chief of the Donetsk police station. These people are usually well fed and agreed to help cover up at this moment.

Sitting on the second floor overlooking the hotel lobby, Rebrov's eyes fell on the picture on the dome, recalling the era of the Red Empire.

Who would have thought that the food and industrial center of the Red Empire would one day fall into such a situation?

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More than 100 meters away from the Continental Hotel, Ronan asked the driver to stop, and walked towards the hotel with the mercenary's paralyzed face on his face.

Gradually approaching the hotel, looking through the glass door, I saw a lot of people pouring out from the side of the lobby.

These people all held guns and weapons in their hands.

Still an automatic weapon!

People are walking towards the hotel entrance!
What are you going to do?it goes without saying!

Ronan used the soul fragment in his hand to open the badge space.

Then, RPG7 was taken out!

The bazooka is on your shoulders!
Ronan saw the people in the hotel lobby, and the people in the hotel lobby saw him.

"Damn! Is he crazy!" Someone shouted, trying to dodge!

Others want to carry guns, but their bodies and brains have dogmatic habits developed over the years-the iron law of the Continental Hotel, no hands in the hotel!
The other party is outside the hotel, and they are inside the hotel, is it a violation of the rules to do it?
They don't have to think about the answer at all!

Because the rocket dragged a long flame tail and flew into the lobby through the glass door opened on one side!
Boom!

The rocket exploded in the most crowded place, overturning more than 20 people!
Ronan took out the second bazooka and fired it again towards the crowded place!
Boom!

The fire of art is shining!The smoke of aesthetics is rising!
The shattered glass crashed down and hit many people's faces, leaving bloodstains.

Ronan quickly retracted the bazooka and took out the grenade that had been put in his pocket in advance.

The grenades were thrown into the hotel one by one.

Killers live for money, and all they throw in is money!

Yuri-Olov can attest to that!
boom -

Rebrov put his head in his hands and hid under the table. Just as he was about to call someone, there were four more explosions!

Grenade!

Still a powerful offensive grenade!

The attacker is a lunatic!
Even before we met, two rockets were fired first, and four high-explosive grenades were thrown in a row. Are you not afraid of revenge from the high table?

Continental Hotel's face, where to put it.

How should a manager like him uphold the iron law of no hands-on in the hotel?

Do you want to maintain it?This is a problem.

After the explosion, no one could stand in the lobby.

Someone rushed in from outside holding a submachine gun, it was a face with a paralyzed face.

Rebrov has the impression that an American mercenary!I have dealt with high tables before.

American?What are they trying to do?
Before he had time to think about it, Rebrov took advantage of the interception by the hotel security personnel, rushed down the stairs, ran into the basement, and got into the safe room specially set up by every continental hotel.

Once the thick door is closed, even C4 explosives are helpless!
Ronan entered the hotel lobby, and immediately saw his name and Andre's alias on the electronic screen on the side!
A reward of 2000 million euros is marked behind the name!
Anyone who sees his life being offered a high reward will not feel happy.

At best, it is a little bit more enjoyable than offering a low price reward.

Ronan is no exception.

In the state of vision vision, the hotel lobby was filled with a red human-shaped halo.

Ronan's left hand move is basically +2 or +3 for soul fragments.

The real top killers are probably the few at the top of the pyramid.

It might be more reliable for stronger people, like the team of mercenaries who hunted down Ronan, to work for the government.

Of course, this kind of thing is not absolute. Some people yearn for a free and unrestrained life.

For example, if the reward for Ronan's sale can be completed, the super killer will retire and return to the city to live a happy life...

There was movement behind the bar made of natural marble. Ronan rushed over and pointed his gun inside. A Ukrainian guy raised his head and shouted: "I'm just a receptionist! I'm just a receptionist..."

Ronan pointed to the electronic screen: "As for the reward, who do you ask?"

The guy immediately said: "Manager! Manager Rebrov!"

Ronan asked, "Where is he?"

The guy pointed down the stairs: "Underground! There is a safe house in the innermost part of the underground. If the hotel is attacked, the boss will hide in it and wait for reinforcements to arrive."

While speaking, the boy tapped his heel lightly, and the blade popped out from the front of the leather shoe, kicking towards Ronan.

As long as a wound is lightly opened, the toxin on it can be fatal!
You can get it for 2000 million euros!
The temptation is too great.

Ronan lowered the muzzle of his gun and shot through the bottom of the boy's feet with a bang, and the second shot killed the boy!

Then, soul fragments +3!

Ronan walked down the stairs to the ground floor. The man flashed out and rolled into the underground hall on the spot.

bang bang bang-

There was a gunshot, and the bullets left craters on the marble floor, and the bullets ricocheted.

Two middle-aged bucket aunts hid behind the workstations and shot Ronan one after another.

They are all retired killers. When they were young, they killed people to make money and squandered them. When they got older, their physical condition seriously declined. They used their early relationships to sneak into the mainland hotel system and became employees of the reward system.

Ronan was not afraid of their marksmanship, but of ricocheting bullets.

Shoot back immediately!
Aunt Bucket is too thick, and the target is too big, it is difficult to miss!
A shuttle bullet passed, and the bucket leaked.

After harvesting the soul fragments, he came to the front of the workstation. There was a big ass monitor, which was consistent with the reward screen on the electronic screen.

On the desk of one of them, there was a faxed picture.

Ronan picked it up and saw that it was the scene of him entering the gate of Sun Restaurant.

The picture is extremely clear, neither like a surveillance camera, nor like a sneak shot from a distance, it is even clearer than a close-up shot of a kidney machine with tens of millions of pixels in the original world!
It was as if someone was standing opposite him with an ultra-high-definition camera.

But how is this possible?

Ronan had seen the power beyond the ordinary, so he contacted it immediately.

He has a camouflage spell-like altering appearance.

It is not difficult for others to see through the disguise and even find his position.

This also made Ronan eager to ask about the specific situation.

Picking up the phone on the desk and pressing the callback button, there was no way to get through.

The call appears to be a one-line connection.

Putting away the pictures, he walked through the underground hall and entered a corridor. At the end of the corridor was a thick alloy door with a combination lock.

Ronan observed carefully and made sure that there was no mechanism in front of the door, so he shot the camera, took out the unlocking tool, and came to the alloy door.

Mechanical combination locks are difficult to open, but the CIA training locks are no easier than this one. Ronan quickly found the feeling of unlocking thanks to Matt Grave's lockpicking master ability.

Rebrov sat in the safe house, with his carefully collected art on one side, and hundreds of thousands of cash and a small amount of gold bars that had not yet been deposited in a Swiss bank on the other.

The surveillance screen went dark, and the killing star was right in front of the door.

He took out his pistol and aimed it over the door!
Amidst the clicking sound, the alloy door suddenly opened.

Rebrov fired immediately, no one was in front of the door, and all the bullets missed.

Ronan leaned against the side of the alloy door, always concise: "You surrender, or I throw a grenade in."

A Soviet-made pistol was thrown out. The middle-aged bald man came out of the alloy door with his hands raised. Ronan put the muzzle of the gun on his forehead, took out the handcuffs and handcuffed his hands behind him, and sealed his mouth with tape.

Escorted the person back to the safe house and took a general look.

It is troublesome to realize the art, no matter.

30 euros and about five kilograms of gold were put away in a bag, and they left the hotel with a bald head, drove a killer car, and quickly left the city.

Less than 10 minutes before and after.

The Donetsk police were unwilling to take care of the affairs here. By the time the police car arrived, the person had already disappeared.

(End of this chapter)