Chapter 282: A Gongping’s Loyalty
Chapter 282: A Gongping’s Loyalty
Wang Zhijun was wearing sportswear, a baseball cap, a pair of sunglasses, and a travel bag slung over his shoulder. He and Zhang Guansheng, who was dressed similarly, walked through the revolving door and strode into the Lisboa Hotel.
Manager He at the front desk came up to the six people, crossed his arms, and said with a fearful look, "You are on the sixth floor, room 0618. Manager Ye will take you to the staff elevator."
"Be quiet, is that ok?"
Wang Zhijun simply responded: "No problem."
Security Supervisor Ye Weihua took two steps forward, spread out his palms, and showed a few miniature earphones: "Put these on. If there is an emergency, someone from the monitoring department will show you the way."
"Thank you!" Wang Zhijun nodded and thanked them politely. He put an earphone into his right ear and shared the rest with his five brothers.
All six of them were wearing Nike sportswear and carrying kangaroo leather bags. They looked elite and dared not let the people of Macao look down on them.
Ye Weihua even thought that the six people were agents.
Then, led by the security supervisor, the six people entered the employee passage and took the employee elevator upstairs.
"Just because the boss agrees to let you work in Las Vegas doesn't mean he wants you to affect his business. You need to be quick, accurate and ruthless in your work, OK?" Ye Weihua had a microphone on his collar and wired headphones hanging around his neck.
Wang Zhijun, Zhang Wansheng and their team opened their backpacks in the elevator, assembled their guns, and checked the ammunition with skillful movements. The sounds of loading and pulling the gun could be heard continuously.
He put the assembled Black Star into his thigh pouch, and put the assembled Type 56 in front of his chest. Wang Zhijun was afraid of causing trouble for others, so he said, "Don't worry, it will be done in five minutes."
"Brothers, keep your voice down and don't make too much noise!" Ye Weihua's eyelids twitched when he saw that each of them was holding a Type 56 pistol.
Wang Zhijun looked embarrassed and hurriedly asked his brother to stop, and discussed with him, "Manager Ye, can we keep two semi-automatic weapons for when we need to break the door?"
Ye Weihua frowned: "Do we have to use a rifle?"
Wang Zhijun thought about it carefully, gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay not to do that!"
The eldest brother said happily: "We have prepared some melons. We must feed them quickly and accurately!"
Zhang Wansheng, Chen Aiguo and others all laughed. It turned out that the group had already noticed the impact and reduced their firepower.
Ye Weihua helplessly picked up the intercom and talked to the general manager, cursing: "So you are from the big circle! Well, you are all like this, it's really unbearable. At most two AKs, not one more!"
Wang Zhijun nodded: "That's enough."
Ye Weihua led them to the entrance and said, "The surveillance department checked the video. There are eight target persons in total. They came to Haojiang two days ago and all of them are staying in the room."
"Through the takeout order, we can confirm that the hostages are not in danger of death. There are at most a few short dogs inside. They can't bring in long guns. The building and the elevator are equipped with metal scanners. Is there any other problem?"
"No problem!" Wang Zhijun agreed solemnly.
Ye Weihua nodded, picked up the headset, and said, "A-Tong, play some music for the guests!"
"Yes." The staff in the control room received the news, and the gambling halls on the first and second floors suddenly sounded the "Seventh Symphony of Beethoven", with the volume turned up, which surprised many guests. However, the guests' attention was only attracted for a moment, and the next moment they were overwhelmed by the winnings and losses on the card table.
The speakers in the guest rooms and corridors on each floor also began to play music, but not as loud as in the casino, using melodious music to cover up the ruthless killing.
The moment the music started, Wang Zhijun used his shoulder to push open the fire door, raised his rifle high, and quickly approached the target with five team members.
The entrance to room 0618.
Wang Zhijun took out the universal room card given by the hotel and clicked it lightly. The latest electronic lock immediately jumped open. Da She was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette. Before he could react, the door of the room was kicked open. "Da Da Da! Da Da Da!" Wang Zhijun put his shoulder against the gun, his right eye on the sight, ignoring obstacles, aiming at the figure and pulling the trigger.
Six people entered the room one after another, and bullets rang out in a rhythmic rhythm. The 7.62mm caliber bullets made big holes in the back of the sofa chair, and shot Da She, who had just turned his head, into a dead fish.
Two Type 56 rifles fired first, and four Black Star rifles followed up. Wood chips flew from the hotel side cabinets, paintings on the wall shattered, glass in the bathroom was scattered all over the floor, and black bullet holes appeared on the white walls. The carpet, toilet, and bathtub were all splattered with blood.
The seven people that Da She brought with him had no time to react, and they all died in the guest room. Some of them were smoking, some were watching TV, and some were squatting on the toilet and reading magazines.
During the two days, the eight kidnappers were very cautious and kept a low profile. They ordered meals from the hotel and never went downstairs to play cards, call prostitutes, or go racing with their friends in Haojiang.
He is really a talented person who can get things done among the young and dangerous guys. However, with the cooperation of the police force, the hotel and the elite soldiers of the big circle, the whole rescue operation had already laid the foundation for victory before it set off.
Da She and the others' lives had been taken away by the King of Hell a long time ago, but they just discovered it.
Fat Cat's hands were tied, his mouth was gagged, and he sat on a stool in the dining area of the suite, making grunting sounds. In fact, Wang Zhijun had seen Fat Cat before. With a body of more than 200 pounds, it was easy for him to be accidentally hit by bullets if he didn't avoid it deliberately.
"Report, all the targets have been killed!" Zhang Wansheng, Chen Aiguo, and the eldest brother shouted while guarding the position. Wang Zhijun threw the gun behind his waist, came to Fat Cat, bent down to help untie the rope, and took off the mouthpiece.
Fat Cat was wearing a brown gown, with sweat on his head, pale face and a bad smell. The old man was obviously unable to bear the tossing, and Da She and his men were even less able to take care of the ginseng in their hands.
On the first day after arriving in Haojiang, Fat Cat still had some airs like a host, but after just one night, his body could no longer take it.
Wang Zhijun arrived just in time, which made Fat Cat extremely grateful. He said, "Excuse me, where are you from, brother? I, Miao Zhengxiang, will definitely reward you handsomely!"
Wang Zhijun knelt on one knee and saluted with his fists: "Grandpa, I am Wang Zhijun, a disciple of Shanghai Street, Xuanwu Mountain, Zhongyi Hall. I am honored. The Three Heroes and Five Ancestors are in front of me. I do things for the society and dare not ask for rewards!"
"Are you one of Atang's brothers?" asked Fat Cat.
Wang Zhijun nodded: "Exactly!"
"Call Atang to let him know you're safe." Fat Cat felt warm inside and his eyes were filled with tears. Although he guessed Atang would come to rescue them, he would still feel extremely grateful when he actually saw Atang's disciples.
In fact, Shenxiantang would benefit the most from his death.
Without the "filial piety" of the disciples and the "loyalty" of the second marshal, Wang Zhijun and his men would not be able to find Haojiang. Shuifang is not a small company. In just two days, there have been countless storms and bloody battles in the arena.
What a great thing! There are loyal and righteous disciples in the loyal and righteous school, and loyalty and righteousness are respected in front of the loyal and righteous hall!
Wang Zhijun called back to the community, and Gao Laosen answered the phone with an overjoyed look on his face: "Great! Bring Grandpa back quickly!"
He put down the phone, took a deep breath, calmed himself, called his son and told him, "Ah Du, go to the prison headquarters and inform Ah Tong of the news."
Ren Rongrong opened the door of the cell and said, "The boss wants you to come over."
"Are there any results?" Yin Zhaotang raised his eyebrows, his face filled with joy.
"Fat Cat is fine." Ren Rongrong nodded.
Shenxianjin grabbed the iron bars, his eyes bloodshot, and watched the two of them leave, roaring: "I want to talk to Yu Sir, I want to see Yu Sir, A Rong!!!"
In the prison area, Zhongyi and Soda Boys experienced one joy and one sorrow, and the empty corridor was filled with resentment.
(End of this chapter)