Hunter: Tonight, Germain joins the hunt

Germain pushed open the glass door covered with advertising paper and walked into the deserted hall. After looking around for a while, he walked to the front desk, which was at the height of his chest.

There was a middle-aged man with a big belly sitting behind the front desk. He was flipping through a magazine with a hot figure on the cover and gave Germain a lazy sideways glance.

"What's wrong?" The middle-aged man's tone was very impatient.

“One night stay, single person.”

"6,000 nuns."

Germain didn't know whether the price was expensive or cheap. He only knew that the more than 6,000 RMB he had just received by accident was gone in an instant.

He took out 6,000 denim from his wallet and placed it on the table at the front desk.

The middle-aged man grabbed the banknotes, clicked them briefly, put them away, opened a drawer, casually took a numbered key, and threw it in front of Germain.

"Go up the stairs, turn right, and look for the room by looking at the numbers."

Without even asking Germain's name, he returned to his study of the magazine girls' bodies.

There are all kinds of monsters and monsters who can stay in this dilapidated hotel like his. If he had investigated them all, he might not be alive today.

No matter what, as long as the money is given.

People who are willing to live here also like his attitude, and both parties get what they need.

Germain picked up the key and saw the faded number "207" on the sticker. He walked to the stairs and climbed to the second floor along the stairs without handrails.

After finding the room with the corresponding number, he went in, locked the door, and then walked to the rusty window sill, stood on the side covered by the curtains, and looked out.

Germain had noticed three people following him before, so he passed them by intentionally or unintentionally and remembered their characteristics.

It was just the fourth person Bisji mentioned. He didn't know who it was, and Bisji deliberately didn't tell him.

Ten minutes later, the two top killers came over from across the street and entered the hotel. Another fifteen minutes passed before the third killer entered the hotel.

After that, Germain moved a chair, sat by the window sill and continued to observe, writing down everyone who entered the hotel except the three killers.

Germain believed that he might have met the fourth person inadvertently, but he just didn't pay attention at the time.

Although Bisji did not tell him who the fourth person was, her words were actually a reminder that the fourth person was among the people both of them had seen.

However, the final result of comparing memory with memory left him quite disappointed, because no one matched it.

In this way, the possibility of disguise, cross-dressing, etc. must be considered.

It seems that the fourth killer acted extremely cautiously and may not have even approached the hotel yet.

Germain couldn't leave the hidden danger unaddressed. Now he could only wait for them to take the initiative to take action against him.

They followed all the way, the purpose was to find the right time to take action.

Germain had to create this opportunity for them.

He picked up the landline phone on the wall, still looking at the street, but his fingers were pressing the phone number written down at the front desk to call the hotel owner.

"Hello? What are you doing?"

"Send two bottles of beer to room 207 and pay you later."

"Two bottles of beer? Okay... just wait a moment."

After a while, two bottles of beer were delivered to Germain's room. He unpacked the beer, placed it on the table, and then picked up a can.

At this time, night falls, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets outside, and the surroundings become quieter and quieter.

Germain did not turn on the light, leaving the room in darkness.

"Crack", he pulled the tab of the beer can, slowly poured the beer on the bed sheet, poured it clean, and then "crack" flattened the beer can and threw it on the floor.

He repeated this process until he "finished" the beer, then got up and entered the bathroom.

By this time, the aura he was sending out to sense had been mostly restrained.

This is a signal that makes outsiders think that he is gradually letting down his guard.

After coming out of the shower, he continued to "drink beer." When there were still two cans left, he finally stopped, stood up from the chair, kicked away the cans in front of him, and staggered to the bedside.

He fell on the bed, finally lost his vigilance and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a slight noise from the keyhole of the door, followed by a gentle "click", and the locked door was pushed open.

The light from the corridor penetrated the darkness of the room like a sharp sword.

The two men glanced at the beer cans on the ground and then at the bulging quilt on the bed sheet. They walked over without hesitation, raised their silenced pistols and pointed them at the bed quilt.

After the short sound of "Puff, Puff, Puff", the two of them frowned as it didn't sound like a bullet piercing the flesh, but more like a bullet hitting the pillow.

After they looked at each other, they retreated directly towards the door of the room without stepping forward to confirm.

Germain raised the blunderbuss under the bed, pointed it at one of them in the abdomen, and fired a "bang" shot.

The man immediately stumbled for a while and fell to the ground. A bloody hole consisting of many holes was exposed in his abdomen, and he immediately became motionless.

The other person glanced at it, his eyelids twitching wildly, and while firing towards the bottom of the bed, his mouth was close to the small communicator on his collar, and he explained the situation concisely.

"I've been discovered, one person will be killed."

Jelman rolled out of the other side of the bed, quickly stood up, and quickly opened the bullet with a sawdr's eye, and made a crisp sound of "Dang Dang Dang" in the flashing spark.

The killer rushed out of the room with his pistol raised.

Germain gave chase.

Dim lights were flashing in the entire corridor, and except for room 207, the doors of other rooms were not opened.

It’s not that the tenants didn’t hear the gunshots, but after hearing the gunshots, they chose not to open the door and pretended to be deaf and dumb.

When the killer who escaped from the room saw that Germain had been lured out, he turned around and continued shooting at Germain until he ran out of bullets.

Germain flicked off the bullet with his meat saw, but ignored the killer. Instead, he turned around and focused his attention on the killer who appeared on the other side of the corridor.

This is the third killer.

He was originally wearing a black robe, but he immediately untied it, and five "thought balls" shot out from his arms, either hitting the wall, making small holes, or hitting the light tube, causing sparks Splatter.

There is no doubt that he is a release type.

The five "thought balls" bounced around irregularly, but this corridor was straight, and they would eventually bounce in the direction of Germain.

Germain used a meat saw to chop open two "mind balls" with a "bang, bang" sound, blasted away two more with a fire blunderbuss, and then turned sideways to dodge the last one.

Looking at the broken lamp tubes on the ground, he was suddenly reminded. He raised the firecracker and blew away the lamps not far away with a "bang".

Soon, half of the entire corridor was swallowed up by darkness.

The second killer who first entered the room was on this side. The sudden darkness caused him to briefly lose his vision. When he looked ahead clearly, Germain was no longer there.

He nervously threw away the unloaded pistol, took out the finger tiger from his arms that made him feel more at ease, and put it on his right hand.

With a "click", he heard a suspicious sound. He immediately turned around and punched the wall of the corridor with a powerful punch from his waist.

"Bang"!

His fingers and fists hammered out a man-sized hole in the wall, revealing the terrified and screaming tenants in the room.

However, there was no sign of Germain.

At this time, a gun barrel was pressed against his lower back, a meat saw knife was placed on his neck, and Germain's voice rang in his ears.

"Strengthening system?"

"you……"

The second killer's eyes widened in horror, but before he could even utter a complete sentence, his throat was slit by a saw blade, and all his inarticulate wails were swallowed up by the splatter of blood.

One wall was instantly dyed black and red.