He was taking Gabriel on his way back to The Capital?
Paige didn’t know what Enrico was thinking, and at this point, she couldn’t care too much, so she tried to tell him the truth, “Enrico, you have to look out for Gabriel’s safety, he …”
…
South of the border, in the hallway of the hospital.
Enrico stands there with a bodyguard down at his feet.
He took down his cell phone, the power cleared the phone automatically shut off, he wrinkled his eyebrows, smashed the cigarette in his hand, turned around and walked away.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned back and coldly looked at Kevin, “The hotel I’m staying in is controlled by terrorists, and the little spy might be inside, so take care of it yourself.”
“What did you say?”
Kevin heard this news is undoubtedly to hear a bomb fall, he could not care about the sharp pain in his stomach, rushed up and grabbed Enrico’s collar, “Gabriel was captured by terrorists? Enrico, have you got it wrong, a child, you are looking at … ”
Before he could finish his sentence, he was pushed against the wall of the corridor.
Enrico’s eyes looked at him grimly as he reached down and straightened the shirt he was wearing, “Kevin, I don’t have that much tolerance for you, don’t talk like that.”
Dropping his words, Enrico turned to leave, his long legs striding out in big strides as he headed straight outside.
Kevin’s back hurt from being hit, looking at Enrico’s back as he left in big strides and anxious and helpless, he didn’t chase after him to explain, turning his head to his men, “Hurry up and check! What’s going on with the hotel?”
How do these people do their jobs, the border is mixed with terrorists, don’t even know!
And to have the audacity to pick a hotel across the street from THE Lautners family, it’s just rampant!
Enrico drove all the way out of the car, the gas pedal pressed tight and his long fingers gripping the steering wheel.
He looked down at the watch on his wrist, this one was bought for him by Paige, he really didn’t want to touch it until he had to, but for now, he had to get some airfare money first.
Enrico quickly searched the navigation and found a pawn shop and drove there.
The car passed the large highway in front of THE Lautners family.
Enrico glanced up at the large hotel across the street.
The majestic hotel stood quietly behind a row of palm trees, the fountain pool in front of the Roman columns was still open, except that the security guards and doormen who had been guarding the outside were gone, and the whole hotel looked dead from the outside.
Kevin’s movements are really slow, right in front of his house, and he still doesn’t send people to surround him.
It’s really useless.
Rubbish.
Enrico retracted his eyes with disdain and continued to drive forward.
The palm trees in front of the hotel fell backward in his afterglow.
“Then you take me with you.”
“I’m so pretty and cute, I’ll be taken home and raised out there.”
“Where’s my red eye, taking off my sunglasses will infect you.”
“You’re in a bad mood? Then … I’ll give you money to spend.”
Enrico’s dark eyes stared at the road in front of him, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the steering wheel, and suddenly, he killed the steering wheel to the left, and the car turned around and went back.
What a breathless thing to say.
After spending so much time with his Paige, he was starting to become uncomfortable without saving someone’s life.
The car pulled up in front of the fountain pool, and Enrico opened a small box in the car of drinks, liquor, towels, and other everyday items provided by the hotel’s car rental service.
He grabbed a pair of sunglasses and put them on, and after a moment’s thought, he opened another bottle of wine and doused his hands with some, rubbing it onto his neck.
With that done, he unloaded his gun and put it in his car, pushed open the door and walked down, striding crookedly and stumbling toward the front door of the hotel.
“Bang, bang, bang-”
Enrico kept his head down and slammed the door.
In the hotel’s gilded lobby, a dozen hooded terrorists were holding guns on the residents crouching on the floor in the center, hotel staff, and others were continuing to take the residents out one by one and throw them in the middle.
Suddenly, the kidnappers tensed when they heard the sound of a slamming door.
The leader was none other than Scarface, who had released the video to the nation without a hood, and when he heard the sound, he sank down.
The voice of his accomplice who was watching from upstairs came over the intercom, “Boss, it’s a drunk, just one.”
Scarface walked towards the front door, gripping his gun tightly in one hand and pulling back some of the floor-to-ceiling curtains to discreetly look out.
“Bang, bang, bang-”
Through a bit of glass, he only saw a man standing outside the door, vigorously tapping on the door, his mouth extremely impatient, “What door is closed in broad daylight? I want to go back to sleep!”
Drunkard.
Scarface sneered, he didn’t mind having one more hostage.
Scarface gripped his gun and lightly pulled open the doorway a little, just to smell a strong odor of alcohol rushing in.
The drunken man lowered his head and staggered inside, obviously not realizing what was going on.
Scarface pressed his gun against his back, signaling his accomplices to make the barriers blocking the door quickly, all the doors and windows should be sealed tightly, so that no one could probe the situation inside, and if they dared to force an attack, they would take the entire hotel with them to their deaths.
If they dared to take on such a mission, they weren’t prepared to get out alive.
Enrico stumbled forward, his lowered head slowly raised, his eyes skimming over the other side’s weaponry, all the latest.
There were also bombs being planted all around them.
He looked over to the pile of hostages in the center crouching on the ground holding their heads and shaking in fear, his eyes sweeping around the room, not seeing the little panda.
Gabriel hadn’t returned to the hotel?
“What are you dawdling for? Hold your head and squat down for me!” Scarface looked away and raised his leg to kick Enrico in the leg.
Enrico’s eyes snapped, his body slumped, and he flopped over toward the front desk as if he was drunk, his sunglasses falling to the floor.
“Drunks are so annoying.”
One of the kidnappers who was close by saw this and stepped forward to grab Enrico.
Enrico crooked on the front desk, suddenly raised a cold face, under the peak of his blade-like eyebrows, his eyes were as cold as ice, his thin lips hooked in an arc of contempt, where there was a half-drunken look.
“You–”
The kidnapper’s eyes widened in shock, before he could say anything, Enrico arrived in front of him, grabbed the gun and pressed the trigger against his stomach.
The kidnapper screamed in agony and fell to his knees, covering his bloody stomach.
“Ah…” the hostages all screamed in fear at the sight, and the entire lobby was in chaos.
Scarface and his accomplices saw this and immediately shot at Enrico, who had already dodged behind the front desk, copied a flowerpot and smashed it over, blocking the way for them to come after them, while then quickly dodging into a side stairwell.
“Give me two men, go after them!” Scarface roared out angrily.
Enrico quickly rushed towards the upper floors, the other party was well prepared, with kidnappers guarding each floor.
Enrico quickly rushed up and shot at the kidnappers, using his fastest speed to get to the floor he was staying on, he raised his hand and knocked out the camera above his head, heading deeper and deeper until he was in front of the room he was staying in.
The entire hallway of rooms was left open.
Obviously, these kidnappers had already cleared this floor’s occupants into the lobby.