Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 78: Did T800 just save his life? (Please read and vote for me)
The gunman in black leather jacket was caught off guard and fell off the motorcycle. He raised the gun in his hand and wanted to fight back at the silver figure.

The silver figure strode over, aimed the Colt Python in his hand at the opponent's head, and fired another shot.

"boom!"

The gunman in black leather jacket was completely silent.

The silver figure turned his head and looked around. After making sure that there were no dangerous armed individuals around, his gaze swept over Wen Ming and Flora who were hiding behind the car.

"what happened?"

The shooting just now happened too quickly. Flora wanted to scream, but Wen Ming covered her mouth. She looked at Wen Ming in shock.

Wen Ming held her head and asked her to hide as much as possible: "Don't talk, don't look up, hide well."

Wen Ming recognized the silver figure at a glance.

It's T800.

Just now, the T800 seemed to be hiding in front of this car?
What was it planning to do? Was it setting an ambush?

It shows up here, where's Sarah? Where's Kyle Reese?

Could it be that Sarah has been killed by T800?
Does it count as T800 saving my life just now?
Or was it just a coincidence that the T800 mistakenly thought the gunman was coming to kill it?

Also, who wants to kill me?

Is it Willy from the Vinci Hotel?

Or who?
Will T800 kill himself to silence him?
Flora's body kept trembling in Wen Ming's arms, and Wen Ming, whose mind was racing, was not much better.

Just now, he was only one car away from death.

The nearest bullet almost grazed his ear as it hit the ground.

Even if you have a bulletproof suit to protect your body, you don’t have a bulletproof helmet on your head.

For a moment, Wen Ming felt that he had seen his grandmother.

Wen Ming tried hard to calm himself down, because he knew that the killer T800 had not left yet.

After not seeing it for a few days, the bionic tissue on T800's body, except for the head, seemed to have almost fallen off. It was obvious that it had experienced various battles.

It seems Kyle Reese is quite capable.

Or perhaps T800 has already encountered Sarah, and the bionic tissues on his body have been destroyed by incendiary bombs or liquid nitrogen.

Anyway, the T800 was in a pretty bad state at this time.

T800 put away the Colt Python, then stripped the leather jacket off the black leather gunman and put it on itself.

The silver figure was immediately hidden.

Wen Ming secretly watched this scene and had an absurd idea in his mind.

So, T800, you are not trying to save me or protect yourself, but to steal this leather jacket?
Brother, how much do you love wearing leather jackets?

In your program, is it set that leather jacket is the same as battle robe?
After putting on the leather jacket, T800 returned to camouflage mode. He looked at Wen Ming and Flora behind the car again, then strode over.

"Hello, I need a presidential suite."

Wen Ming looked at the other person in amazement.

What the hell?

You just killed someone and stole a leather jacket in front of me, why are you turning around and asking me to book a presidential suite?

Are you really not in a hurry to hunt down Sarah?

Or, has Sarah been killed by you?

No, this is the third time T800 has requested a presidential suite.

Why is this Terminator so obsessed with getting a presidential suite at my Flatiron Hotel?

This behavior seems very strange.

I always feel like something is not right.

When Flora heard what T800 said, she wanted to look up. Wen Ming quickly pressed her head and asked her to hide in his arms, then tried hard to show his eight teeth.

"$10000, card or cash?"

"cash!"

T800 walked to the place where he had been hiding, picked up a small bag, and took out a bundle of green banknotes from it.

Very good, very good.

Or small bills.

"Okay, you go first..."

Wen Ming took the greenback and, before he could finish his words, heard the sirens of a 911 patrol car blare nearby, its lights flashing as it rapidly approached. T800 turned his head, paused for a second, then quickly picked up the fallen black motorcycle with his bag, started it up, and disappeared at the distant intersection in the blink of an eye.

gone?

Wen Ming was a little confused. The behavior logic of this T800 seemed to be different from that in the movie.

Shouldn't you stay and fight 911?
What on earth are you doing here tonight?

Just to save my life?
Well, to thank you for saving my life, I will reserve the presidential suite for you tonight.

"It's safe for now."

Wen Ming released the hand that was pressing on Flora's head, and Flora's pale little face appeared in front of him.

"Don't be afraid, the other party is already dead."

Wen Ming held Flora's shoulders and tried to comfort her.

"I am fine."

Flora was much calmer than expected. Although she was still trembling a little, she did not lose her composure.

Except for the initial panic, now everything is calm.
Wen Ming couldn't help but sigh, she is indeed the daughter of a billionaire.

Wen Ming took off his bulletproof suit jacket and put it on Flora, giving her safety and a little warmth.

Even though it is a summer night, the temperature is still very high.

After putting on her coat, Flora felt much better. She asked, "Should we go back now?"

"Don't worry, just stay here."

Wen Ming stood up, walked to the black-clad gunman, pulled off his helmet, took out his cell phone, took a picture of him, and then sent the photo to John.

"John, this person just wanted to kill me. Check the dark web to see what's going on."

"Where are you now?"

There was a coldness in John's voice.

Someone wants to kill Wen Ming?

court death!

"I'm right between the Flatiron Hotel and the Vinci Hotel. You, Helen, and Malena, don't come down. I'll be back soon. The killer is dead."

Wen Ming briefly explained the situation and told John that T800 had killed the other party and asked him not to worry.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Ming called Earl again.

"Earl Mason!"

"What's wrong, dear Ming, didn't we just separate?"

Earl Mason spoke with ease. Tonight's reception was a success and he had received promises from many people that they would support his re-election.

The owner of the Flatiron Hotel was so rude that he called me by my full name.

Forget it, I'm in a good mood, so I won't bother with you, young man.

"I was shot outside the Vinci Hotel."

Earl was stunned. He felt as if all the blood in his body had been completely frozen at this moment. "What?"

Wen Ming didn't explain and simply hung up the phone, ignoring the other party's reaction. He then called his legal officer, Lilith: "Lilith, make sure all the Metropolitan newspapers are busy."

"Don't worry, boss. They will definitely be happy to report it."

Lilith's tone was filled with concern: "Boss, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. You need to come to the hotel tonight to work overtime. I'll give you overtime pay."

Wen Ming hung up the phone and turned to look at Wenxi Hotel.

The hundred-meter-high building is like a lion lying on the ground, looking towards the sea.

Behind it, the century-old Flatiron Hotel looks like an inconspicuous leopard cub.

The noise was coming from the entrance of the Vinci Hotel. The bald Earl Mason walked towards this side quickly with a serious expression on his face, followed by Willy who put away his smile.

Several 911 officers ran ahead of him, quickly heading towards the scene of the gunfight. Patrol cars were also humming in the distance, heading towards here quickly.

The fastest car, the one that scared T800 away, has stopped in front of him.

In the metropolis' night sky, which was as bright as day, the 911 helicopter lit up its huge searchlight and approached this side rapidly.

A news helicopter, bearing the initials of the Metropolitan Times, was also approaching quickly.

The entire Flatiron District was bustling with activity at this moment.

(End of this chapter)