allendalepharm Chapter 133 Exclusive Report
Chapter 133 Exclusive Report
Chapter 133 Exclusive Report
Chen Yuan was stunned.
He squinted, sizing up the group of "security personnel" who filed down from the second floor.
The stride, the momentum, the bulging silhouette of the waist.
Holy crap, this security level is ridiculously high!
They even invited military personnel?
His gaze met that of the leading man for a fleeting moment in mid-air.
The man's eyes were as cold as ice, and when he swept over Chen Yuan, there was no ripple of emotion, as if he were looking at an unimportant piece of furniture.
Chen Yuan clicked his tongue inwardly.
He knew that look all too well.
He has killed people, and more than one.
The man in the lead withdrew his gaze and led a large group of people down the stairs.
Those people wore the same uniforms as the security personnel, but the weapons they carried were different.
Submachine guns and pistols; menacing and menacing, exuding murderous intent.
Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment.
This setup... doesn't seem like security!
It looks more like a robbery...
His mind was racing.
Cointreau Hotel, a jewelry banquet, heavily armed bandits...
This plot is definitely straight out of a movie!
The problem is, he couldn't remember which movie it was, no matter how hard he tried.
The only explanation is that he never saw the movie.
He turned to look at Huang Bingyao beside him.
The uncle was holding a glass of champagne, admiring the crystal chandelier in the hall with a look of utter delight, completely unaware of the group of menacing-looking burly men behind him.
Chen Yuan nudged him with his elbow.
"Uncle, look over there."
Huang Bingyao followed his gaze.
Then, the gunshots rang out.
"Bang!"
A huge gunshot rang out in the hall, the crystal chandelier shook violently, and glasses shattered on the floor.
The screams instantly ignited the entire venue!
"ah!!!"
"Help!!!"
The crowd scattered like a flock of frightened sheep, then the bandits pointed guns at their heads, and they crouched on the ground, trembling with fear.
The leading man watched this scene with satisfaction, clapped his hands, put his hands on his hips, and smiled like a leader inspecting work.
Good evening, everyone.
His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"We're after your money, not your lives. As long as you cooperate, you'll all be fine."
He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over the hostages crouching on the ground, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.
"Now, all of you sit down properly, one by one, and don't try anything funny."
"As for those who are hoping the police will come to rescue you..."
He deliberately dragged out his words.
"You can give up on that idea now."
"I guarantee that even if the police come, you'll be dead."
After saying that, he took the roster handed to him by his subordinate and began to look through it.
In the crowd, Lok Hye-ching's eyes lit up instantly.
"We're rich! We're rich!"
Her voice trembled with excitement as she whispered to the idiot Li beside her.
"This is an exclusive live report, absolutely exclusive!"
She secretly turned on the camera in her bag, pointed the lens steadily at the leader of the gang, and began recording the gangsters' every move.
The man closed the register, looked up, and wore a kind smile.
"Now, please have Mr. Chen Liming, the head of the security company, come out for a moment."
In the crowd, a middle-aged man in a black tuxedo trembled and his face turned deathly pale.
His hands trembled like leaves as he raised them shakily and slowly stood up.
"I...I am..."
The man walked up to him with a smile on his face, his expression as warm as if he were greeting an old friend.
"Mr. Chen, the password?"
Chen Liming's lips trembled, and cold sweat visibly poured from his forehead.
"I... our company's expert set the password this morning..."
"They...they haven't told me yet...and I don't know how to use computers, I have no idea what they're doing..."
The man's smile froze for a moment.
He adjusted his sunglasses and slowly pulled the pistol out of its holster.
Chen Liming's pupils contracted sharply, his hands waved wildly, and his voice cracked.
"I really don't know anything! They didn't tell me anything! I don't know!" tkow
anything!
He hadn't finished speaking.
"Bang!"
Gunshots rang out.
Chen Liming collapsed to the ground, blood seeping from beneath him and staining the marble floor red.
The crowd, which had just quieted down, erupted in screams again.
"ah-!!!"
"Murder!!!"
Le Huizhen's face turned pale, and she swallowed hard.
She looked down at the camera in her hand, then at the still convulsing corpse on the ground, and suddenly came to her senses.
On-site reporting...is truly invaluable.
But the problem is, we might be able to film it, but not live to broadcast it!
She hurriedly stuffed the small black bag containing the camera into the arms of the idiot Li next to her.
Idiot Li turned his head and frantically tried to block with both hands.
"What are you doing! Don't give it to me!"
Lok Wai-ching desperately tried to shove the object into his arms.
"Take it!"
"I won't take it!"
"You are my producer!"
"Producers aren't responsible for taking bullets!"
The two of them were tearing at the food frantically under the table, like two hamsters fighting over it.
On the other side, Chen Yuan and Huang Bingyao were squatting behind a huge pillar.
"Ah Yuan, what do you think?"
Chen Yuan's gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on the man leading the group.
The man's expression had returned to calm, and he was directing his men to maintain order, as if he had just casually swatted a fly.
Chen Yuan lowered his voice.
"I'll wait and see how things develop, and then I'll make my move when the opportunity arises."
Huang Bingyao was taken aback.
"Make a move? Make what move? How will you make a move?"
He became a little nervous.
"Hey, Yuan, don't do anything reckless. You're the only male in our Huang family now, and you have the responsibility to carry on the family line."
"They have guns, dozens of guns!"
Chen Yuan smiled slightly.
"Uncle, squat down properly and don't run around."
Huang Bingyao: "???"
Meanwhile, at the Wan Chai Police Station.
A man was arguing with a police officer at the duty desk, and his voice was getting louder and louder.
"Couldn't you send someone with me to take a look?!"
Li Jie braced his hands on the table, his eyes bloodshot.
The officer on duty looked helpless.
"Sir, you said the doctor went into the Grand Hotel, but you don't know what he looks like. How are we supposed to find him?"
He was highly skeptical of what the man in front of him was saying.
He brushed past the bandit, recognized his voice, but didn't know what he looked like.
Who would believe that if I told them?!
Li Jie stared intently at him, his chest heaving violently.
How should he explain this?
Explain the explosion two years ago?
How can he explain the death of his wife and children in front of him?
How can you explain how that voice haunted him like a nightmare for over seven hundred days and nights?
He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.
At that moment, a man in plainclothes walked down the corridor and stopped when he heard the words "Jundu Hotel".
He is Detective Chow, a police officer in the Major Crimes Unit, and his girlfriend works at the Grand Hotel.
Detective Zhou strode over.
"What's going on?"
The officer on duty pointed at Li Jie.
"This person said that a thug called a doctor had entered the Grand Hotel and asked us to send out the police."
Detective Zhou looked at Li Jie.
How did you know?
Li Jie met his gaze.
"I heard him speak."
"Do you know him?"
"I don't know him."
Li Jie paused.
"But I recognize his voice."
"This person ruined my family and caused my death. I would recognize him even if he turned to ashes."
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