God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

The clown wearing a golden mask looked around the hall and locked his target.

"Mr. Edward, please, Mr. Shen Xinhong, please, and this, Mr. Yu Jianhua, please." Probably because he had done his homework in advance, the clown immediately found the person with the highest status and the most influence in the crowd. figure.

After the names of these three people were pointed out by the golden clown, the clown behind pointed a gun at them, and the three people had no choice but to stand in front.

"please."

"Wait." Shen Xiuyuan, who had been silent, stood up.

The golden clown tilted his head and looked at him, "I'll replace my dad." He pointed at Shen Xinhong.

"I like being a filial son, but I don't do this." He whistled and gestured for the three hostages to come in front of them.

Shen Xinhong and the others walked slowly towards the clown. After taking two steps, something suddenly happened.

The lights all went out with a "pop" sound, and the entire hall fell into darkness. People with poor mental endurance suddenly screamed.

"Everyone get down." A voice rang out, followed by gunshots one after another, and screams mixed in.

Shen Xiuyun was sitting in a wheelchair. He had difficulty moving. In this extremely chaotic moment, he pushed the wheelchair a little, causing him to lose his direction. He only felt further away from the noisy hall. The person pushing the wheelchair With a sudden push, he felt the wheelchair go down a few steps. The downward inertia was too great, causing him to fall off.

Shen Xiujun rubbed his knees and sat up. It was still dark outside. He shouted twice and found that there was no one around, but he was in a relatively safe environment now.

Wait, an idea flashed in his mind. He was pushed just now. If he remembered correctly, he should have gone down a few steps. Before the clowns and others sent them to launch a terrorist attack, they were still communicating. Here There must be a basement. Ted and the others searched the guest room with a thermal imaging camera and found no one, so Joe was most likely hidden in the basement.

He felt around in the inner pocket of his suit and found that his phone was still there. He clicked it and found that there was still no signal. He turned on the flashlight of his phone and found that he was indeed in a strange environment, at the corner of a staircase. , up is a small door, which he may have fallen from just now, and down, may be the basement they are looking for.

There were intermittent gunshots coming from upstairs. After thinking about it, Shen Xiuyun stood up and walked downstairs without caring whether he would be exposed.

For a tall adult male like Shen Xiuyun, it only takes two or three seconds to reach the bottom of the ten-step staircase. There is an iron door there that looks to be of good quality. It should be opened by fingerprints. With luck, Yes, I don’t know if someone went out or went in just now. In short, the door is open. Shen Xiuyun walked quietly along the door.

After entering, there was a long corridor. Although Shen Xiuyun stepped lightly, there was still an obvious response in the empty corridor. There were rooms on both sides of the corridor. Shen Xiuyun looked at it with his mobile phone. Two of them were wine cellars. There is also a cold storage room, which is probably where Century Manor stores food. It doesn’t look like it can hide people.

The corridor was very long. Shen Xiuyun walked along while recalling the floor plan in his mind. He counted his steps. He was sure that he had walked out of the hotel reception room, but in which direction he was going. , he couldn't figure it out, he most likely walked to the back of the living room, because according to the distance and number of steps he took, he had now walked the length of two living rooms, and the rooms on both sides of the corridor were almost piled up. of debris or food. He quickened his pace and continued walking forward.

Then he saw the room in front of him, which had the same layout as the previous corridor, but there was a faint light from the window. Shen Xiujun turned off the flashlight on his phone and walked softly forward.

He stood quietly in the lighted room and looked in from the top window.

There is a hospital bed inside, with a man lying on it. There are five or six instruments on the bedside, and the tubes on the instruments are connected to the man on the bed.

At this moment, a tall and fat figure stood by the window, wearing a white shirt, with obvious blood stains on his back. Judging from his figure, he should be the host of tonight's banquet, that is, Edward Feng. He stood with his back to the door, and the two doctors wearing sterile suits on the opposite side whispered something, but Shen Xiuyun stood outside the door and couldn't hear a word clearly.

Edward leaned down again, glanced at the young man lying on the bed, turned around and walked out.

He pushed open the door, and Shen Xiujun stood tightly against the wall in the darkness two meters away, not daring to let out his breath.

"Mr. Edward." A woman's voice came over, and Edward stood at the half-open door and looked back.

"Are you injured? Let me bandage your wound first." When he turned around, the woman saw the blood oozing from her back.

"It's okay, just a small injury." Edward said impatiently: "You guys lock the door. Soon the bodyguard will take care of the rats above and come back. Don't be afraid." After saying that, Edward handed her something. If You read that right, it should be a pistol.