Not in reincarnation

On the top floor are staff offices and meeting rooms.Although Windsor just wanted them to create chaos, it was clear that Zheng Jiang and Gao Zhenglin had other ideas.There are quite a lot of tools that they can use in the cleaning aisle. While Zheng Jiang felt sorry for his suit, he rummaged through the dusty debris pile.They were not stupid enough to open the door of the cleaning passage on the twelfth floor. Although there was chaos outside, the security guards were all running up or down.

According to Miliu's information, the Gold Hotel has a monthly summary, but they have not used the conference hall for three months, and there is no decoration team to the Gold Hotel for renovation.They want to know what the hell is going on in the conference room.In other words, the conference room is where they formally conduct business.

There are more than 150 people. Gao Zhenglin calculated that each child would spend more than five minutes on average. With so many children, it is impossible to have a whole night.They must have some unknown secrets.When he expressed his doubts, Zheng Jiang thought of something: "The backstage doesn't have so many cages at all."

"I think it's quite a lot." Gao Zhenglin recalled, four cages are placed together to form a square, 150 two children means 150 two cages, 38 squares.A cage probably occupies an area, plus the aisle, and the cages are placed very sparsely... He calculated quickly, and came to the conclusion that 150 cages could not fit into the limited space at all.

"Although the backstage is huge, it's not as big as we imagined. Its aisles are very wide." Gao Zhenglin wiped the sweat from his forehead, "About twenty cages are missing."

Where did the rest of the children go?

"Can you call the police?" Zheng Jiang stopped and pointed to the phone on the wall.

"No." Gao Zhenglin immediately stopped him, "It's an internal call, maybe someone is bugging it, and I think they installed a shielding signal."

"Please, it's not the CET-[-] or CET-[-] English exams. Why are you blocking the signal?" Zheng Jiang was helpless. He lay at the door of the cleaning passage on the eleventh floor, listening to see if anyone was walking around.

He made a gesture to indicate that there was no one there, and Gao Zhenglin turned the handle gently and opened the door.It was still dark outside, with only the pitiful moonlight indistinctly filtering through the windows on the side of the corridor.

"Is there a night vision device?" Zheng Jiang asked.

Gao Zhenglin was annoyed: "Why do I have this?"

"Just kidding." Zheng Jiang took off the blazer that got in the way, and Gao Zhenglin also took off it. The two walked lightly in the dark. After walking a few steps, Zheng Jiang stopped suddenly.

Gao Zhenglin said nervously: "What's wrong? Is there someone?"

"I think it's better for us to call the police," Zheng Jiang said.

"What are you still talking about?" Gao Zhenglin said, "Aren't you going to see the conference hall?"

"So what? We will definitely be discovered." Zheng Jiang seemed to retreat, "Shall we go back?"

"Don't worry, I told Mi Liu that she will call the police for us in about time." Gao Zhenglin pushed him back.

Zheng Jiang was still worried: "What does she have to say before someone comes over?"

"Who knows? Gathering a crowd to go whoring?" Gao Zhenglin patted his butt, "Hurry up, or we will be witnesses."

Zheng Jiang glared at him, sighed, and moved forward bravely.There are lights on the stairs leading to the twelfth floor from the eleventh floor, but they are not very bright orange light bulbs, so dim that they can barely illuminate the steps.

"It seems that the circuit on the twelfth floor is not the same as that on other floors, and there is a special backup power supply." Zheng Jiang said softly to Gao Zhenglin, "Have you seen it?"

There is a figure at the corner of the stairs, which may be the security guard.

"This height doesn't look Chinese." Gao Zhenglin whispered, "It seems that the person on the top floor is not Zunjin's boss."

The owner of the Gold Hotel is a native Chinese. Many of the staff members in the banquet hall are foreigners. They may be hired by the auction. Even the people on the top floor may be from the auction, not the staff of Gold. "Maybe Zunjin's boss isn't here at all." Zheng Jiang glanced at Gao Zhenglin, "The question is how many security guards are there upstairs?"

"Is there any way to get to the twelfth floor without going this way?" Gao Zhenglin asked.

Zheng Jiang thought for a while: "No, unless you climb in through the window."

Gao Zhenglin said, "I have a bad heart."

Zheng Jiang looked at him in disbelief: "Are you afraid of heights?"

Gao Zhenglin said: "I am not afraid of heights, but I am afraid that you are afraid of heights. If you fall, my heart will collapse."

"Don't worry about that." Zheng Jiang blushed and untied his belt.

Gao Zhenglin pressed his hand: "Is the peony flower dead?"

"What are you thinking about?" Zheng Jiang rolled his eyes at him, "Can you think of something healthy?" After speaking, he put his hand into his pants.

"...I'm sorry that your appearance makes me unhealthy." Gao Zhenglin turned his head in embarrassment, and Zheng Jiang untied a knife from his thigh speechlessly.

It was a ceramic knife.

"Did you forget that Windsor gave us this?" Zheng Jiang asked him.

"I thought he was peeling apples for us." Gao Zhenglin said sincerely.

"... You said that you seem to know how to eat apples." Zheng Jiang muttered, nimbly playing with the knife with his fingers, letting it twirl a few times between his fingers.

Gao Zhenglin also took out his gun: "In case there are many people up there, I don't have enough bullets to shoot."

"Why don't you lure them away and I go up by myself?" Zheng Jiang said angrily, "Continue to struggle here, and the power station will be repaired soon."

Gao Zhenglin thought for a while and said, "I have an idea."

The two stayed on the eleventh floor for a while, and Zheng Jiang stood up expressionlessly: "Are you sure it will work?"

"I don't want you to take risks." Gao Zhenglin pulled him into the cleaning passage and closed the door.

The tools they found in the cleaning passage came in handy, and there was no one on the eleventh floor, so they wanted to make it look like there were people.But success can only depend on Gao Zhenglin's marksmanship.

"How did you hit the black one?" Zheng Jiang couldn't believe it.

Because he wanted to see what was going on outside, Zheng Jiang nestled in Gao Zhenglin's arms. Gao Zhenglin held Wenxiang nephrite and almost couldn't hold back: "I told you that I can get you pregnant!"

As soon as the shots were fired, the tools fell to the ground and scattered along the corridor, as if someone had accidentally knocked over something on the ground in a hurry to escape.They also painstakingly broke a broom, pretending there had been violence.Sure enough, a dozen people came down from the twelfth floor. They looked around, whispered a few words, and quickly entered the corridor.

"Hurry up." Zheng Jiang opened the door, took the opportunity to run up the stairs leading to the [-]th floor, and found that the corridor on the [-]th floor was much brighter than the stairs.Gao Zhenglin followed behind him and asked, "Which direction is the conference room?"

"On the left." Zheng Jiang said, "The office is on the right."

"Can you see someone?" Gao Zhenglin fumbled for his pocket.

"You can see it when you put your head out." Zheng Jiang is not that stupid, what if someone pointed a gun at this side?Once out he had to go back to the guest room.

Gao Zhenglin gave him something: "The mirror said it can see it too." Zheng Jiang raised his eyebrows and smiled. This mirror is in the bathroom of the guest room. Gao Zhenglin took it away at some point, and even took it with him .

"If someone has a laser gun, you can use it to reflect on him." Gao Zhenglin said.

Zheng Jiang: "..." Stupid.

He put the mirror on the ground, turned an angle towards the direction of the conference room, and saw two people guarding the door of the conference room.He turned the mirror to the office again, and there were also two people guarding the innermost office.He took a deep breath, retracted his hands, leaned against the wall and said to Gao Zhenglin, "There are still two on both sides."

"Do you trust my marksmanship?" Gao Zhenglin still remembered how many bullets were in the gun.

Zheng Jiang can't destroy his own prestige: "Let's trust you for now."

"How many shots?" Gao Zhenglin smiled, and immediately rushed out as soon as he finished speaking. Two shots were fired, and the guards behind him immediately drew their guns. He turned around and raised his hand to shoot two more shots.He blew on the muzzle of the gun, lowered it, and looked at Zheng Jiang proudly.

"Four, not bad." Zheng Jiang stretched out his hand, and Gao Zhenglin pulled him up.

Gao Zhenglin walked slowly to the door of the conference room and said, "I think it's pretty good, except that it's a little too smooth."

"Does it mean to ambush?" Zheng Jiang asked. Gao Zhenglin didn't speak. He lightly pressed the doorknob of the conference room, threw a smoke bomb inside, and then quickly hid behind the wall.

Intensive gunshots rang out immediately, and Zheng Jiang's scalp tingled when he heard it. "There are still people inside." He gritted his teeth.

And they have guns.Gao Zhenglin looked down at the two guards who were dead, took away their weapons, and gave Zheng Jiang a gun.Zheng Jiang didn't want to pick it up: "I don't think things like guns are suitable for me."

"Knives do not have an advantage in long-range attacks." Gao Zhenglin said.

Zheng Jiang looked at him seriously and said, "I said I would rather use something like a rocket launcher."

Gao Zhenglin sighed: "You are too scary, baby."

The effect of the smoke bombs is very good. It can be imagined that the inside is already full of smog. The people inside dare not attack rashly anymore, because their bullets are limited, and they want to maximize the effect of each attack.Gao Zhenglin shot the door a few times with a gun to prevent someone from sneaking up behind the door. After waiting for a while, he beckoned Zheng Jiang to go in together.

The two entered the conference room, and it was really filled with smoke. The lights made the smoke look whiter and thicker. Zheng Jiang saw several pillars connected to the ceiling, but he didn't know what it was.They walked vigilantly, Gao Zhenglin heard the rustling of clothes, and shot in the direction of the sound.After a scream, someone fell down, and Zheng Jiang looked back.

But before he saw Gao Zhenglin, someone pressed something against his throat.

"Whoareyou?" The man leaned against his ear, his voice was cold.

Zheng Jiang is not someone who is afraid of death.He shrunk down, squatted down, then turned around and swept his legs, tripping him to the ground.He pointed the gun at the man's head: "Now it's time for me to ask who you are."

Gao Zhenglin came over immediately when he heard the noise, and saw that Zheng Jiang had actually caught someone, and looked at him in surprise.

The captive had brown hair, wore big black-rimmed glasses, and had brown eyes. Because of the glasses, his eyes were magnified to be round and watery. "Police?" He raised his hands and asked, the "weapon" just now was just his signature pen.

Gao Zhenglin also pointed a gun at him and said, "Whoareyou? (Who are you)"

"FBI?" The man still didn't answer.

"Answer the question." Gao Zhenglin put his gun on his forehead.

The man was not afraid at all, but smiled: "Did Windsor send you here?" (Did Windsor send you here?)"

Both of them froze, this person knows Windsor?