Sister and Little Nineteen had already gone berserk with killing...
Just as Lu Xin watched Number Five's face appear on the television, feeling the pleasant surprise of seeing an old classmate, many highly trained people had already infiltrated this hotel, which was located in an affluent, luxurious area but was not particularly high-end itself.
Two assassination squads had infiltrated the hotel.
They carried submachine guns, wore black masks and specially made sealed sunglasses, and were equipped with special plasma weapons and thunder grenades. Keeping close to the walls, they crept quickly toward Lu Xin's room from both ends of the corridor.
Meanwhile, people who looked like ordinary guests had checked into the two rooms directly above and below Lu Xin's floor.
The first thing they did upon entering their rooms was quickly open their suitcases and carefully remove specially made bombs.
One installed a bomb on the floor, while the other used an adhesive device to attach one to the ceiling.
Like a sandwich cookie, they clamped Lu Xin's room between them from above and below.
In addition, seven or eight highly trained snipers had already occupied the windows of a building opposite Lu Xin's hotel. They could aim directly at every position inside his room, and their sniper rifles had long since been loaded.
At the hotel's pipes, someone was putting a triple dose of a highly concentrated, volatile anesthetic into the ventilation ducts.
The anesthetic began seeping through the ventilation system into every room in the hotel.
It was like a string being gently pulled, gradually tightening until it could erupt with devastating force at any moment.
Then these professional, meticulous killers suddenly encountered one inexplicable matter after another.
First came two gunmen who quietly climbed up the fire escape and slowly crept toward