District 9

At the entrance of the hotel, people who came from Compound No. 57 joined the security personnel who had returned before and began to storm the main entrance of the lobby.

Indoors, the personnel in District 7 responsible for covering and intercepting were walking with their rifles in hand, relying on the complex indoor furniture and buildings as bunkers to shoot wildly outside to suppress them.

Two lines of soldiers beside the steps of the hotel's main entrance raised their guns and began firing gun-borne howitzers from outside the windows.

"Boom, boom...!"

Explosions sounded frequently, and the entrance to the lobby instantly turned into ruins. Soldiers who were killed and blown to pieces were wailing in the pile of flesh and blood. The scene was like a hell on earth.

"What the fuck!"

The operations captain of District 7 saw his brothers dying tragically one by one. He immediately shouted with red eyes: "The back door, can the back door be opened?"

"There are people here too. There are more than a dozen cars blocked." The young man in the corridor shouted with a vibrato.

"Damn it, we can't let them suffocate to death, otherwise they won't be able to rush out at all." The operations leader immediately waved his hand: "Get ready, follow me and rush out."

"1!"

"2!"

"rush out!"

The captain of the action team roared angrily, leading the remaining military intelligence officers to move toward the door to suppress him. Because they have no way out at this moment, the front and back doors are blocked, and there must be people around the first floor. The only chance now is to fight their way out before the opponent's large forces arrive.

More than a dozen people carrying shoulder bags rushed out from multiple corners in the lobby, shooting wildly outside to suppress them.

"Whizzing……!"

Handguns, tear gas, gun-borne grenades, any weapon that can cause large-scale destruction are being thrown outward at this moment.

At the entrance of the hotel, several off-road vehicles were blown up into fireballs, and the soldiers of No. 57 temporarily retreated from the steps and moved to both sides.

"Bring a few hostages over here, hurry up!" the operations captain yelled immediately.

As soon as he finished speaking, the brothers from District 8 dragged down four or five people from the hotel from upstairs. There were invited guests and venue staff. They were held hostage and stood tremblingly in the front row.

The leader of the action team hid behind a concrete pillar, pulled his neck and shouted: "Is there anyone who can fucking speak Chinese?"

It was quiet outside and no one spoke.

"I have some chips in my hand, do you want to talk about it?" The leader of the action team frowned and yelled: "I can't go out, come with the cart, let my soldiers go first, let's take it slow, how about it?!"

On the street, behind the command vehicle, a middle-aged man with his sleeves rolled up looked down at the layout of the hotel, pointed at the air vent and said, "Have a team of people lock down and enter from the third floor."

There was a sound of footsteps, and an officer ran over and said in Japanese: "They have hostages."

"Snapped!"

The middle-aged man snapped his fingers and waved his hand to the person next to him: "Come here."

At the entrance of the hotel, a man who was held hostage by the Seventh District military intelligence lowered his head and shouted: "I am a shareholder of Xinyang Group. I am Cui Zhenghao. Ask your person in charge to come over and ensure my safety..."

"Shout louder, otherwise they won't hear you." The military intelligence officer hiding behind the man urged with sweat on his forehead.

Cui Zhenghao stood in front with a sharp voice and trembling legs, and continued to shout in Korean: "You bitch, can't you understand? I'm being held hostage, let your person in charge come over... hurry up!"

"Buzz!"

Just as he was shouting the words, an armed off-road vehicle equipped with a machine gun suddenly rushed out from the left. The vehicle was very fast and stopped on the street in front of the door in almost the blink of an eye.

The captain of the action team, seeing that something was wrong, immediately waved his hand: "Retreat!"

"Da da da da...!"

The opponent's machine gun roared, and the several hostages standing at the door waiting for negotiations, together with the military intelligence officers who held them hostage, were beaten into countless corpses in almost the blink of an eye.

Blood exploded into mist in the air, and the scene was extremely bloody.

The man who shouted that he was a shareholder of Xinyang Group was the worst. His upper body was completely shattered, his head rolled to the ground, his eyes were wide open, and he only had a look of shock on his face.

For No. 57, it is impossible for them to accept negotiations at this moment. The other party was already preparing to evacuate, which meant that most of the shooting targets upstairs must have died.

No. 57 has an unshirkable responsibility for such a large-scale massacre of upper-class elites. If the shooter is allowed to escape at this moment, it will be a shame for the entire fifth district.

Let alone a group shareholder at this moment, even if a senior officer No. 57 is kidnapped, these people will not show mercy.

After the machine gun fired, the middle-aged man in charge immediately waved his hands and shouted: "Come in, rush in!"

On the street, after hearing the order, soldiers and security personnel charged into the hotel again.

In the lobby.

The captain of the action team felt his heart go cold after watching the other party shoot the hostage.

Next to him, a man who had been shot in the leg was holding the ground with one hand and crying: "...It's impossible to run out, it's impossible!"

"Hold on, there's still a chance. Their large forces haven't arrived yet, so we still have a chance." The captain encouraged everyone while firing suppressively outside.

The man fell to the ground, looking desperately at the dark ceiling and said, "Yao Jingzhong is right."

The captain was stunned.

"What the hell are we? We are just dead soldiers, cannon fodder... The people above may not have thought at all that we can complete the mission and return smoothly." The man shed tears, clutched his gun and said: "Captain, my wife is pregnant Oh, I really don’t want to die..."

"Don't say that," the captain yelled back, "There is still a chance!"

"In the next life, I will only be loyal to my fucking family." The man had a broken leg and knew that he could no longer escape from this environment. If he was captured alive, he would suffer inhuman torture, so he slowly raised the muzzle of his gun. He closed his eyes: "This is a fucking death mission, let's die...!"

"Kang!"

Gunshots rang out and blood spattered five steps.

The man's arms dropped and he turned his head.

"I cnm, Xiaohu!!" The captain roared with red eyes, and was about to rush out with a gun.

More than a dozen people were facing the attack of machine guns and 60 or 70 people, and they were still at the door of a hotel with a huge space. How could they defend it? !

The soldiers on the steps, under the cover of machine guns, rushed into the lobby first.

At this moment, the fire escape door on the left side of the first floor opened, and a group of men wearing black suits, wearing headsets, and covered in blood rushed out.

"Here, rescue this side." The leading man in a suit rushed to the entrance of the corridor, waved his hands and shouted in authentic Korean: "Our boss is here."

Sure enough, a wave of soldiers wearing night vision goggles quickly noticed this group of people and immediately moved over to help them cover.

Nearly a hundred people surrounded the hotel, and a large number of people were on the way to increase their numbers. The police department even dispatched a large number of police officers and began to block the streets around the hotel.

Yao Jingzhong, Ma Laoer, the Eighth District soldiers, the Seventh District soldiers, these people who were sent to die, do they really have a chance to escape?