11:47, Weize returned to the Crown Hotel.

Compared with yesterday, there were much fewer vehicles in the parking lot. It was the second day after the commission was issued. The information collected was basically the same. Next, we investigated according to our respective ideas.

However, to be cautious, Weize parked his car to a large shopping mall a little further away, put on the invisible headphones made by William, trotted all the way to the door, then slowed down and followed the family of three in.

Ahmed's voice came from his ears, "The target room is on the 32nd floor 03205. Twenty minutes ago, I called a rental to the spaceport through the front desk, but it was cancelled by me. Although he was still in the house, his patience should be almost exhausted."

"Good job, Ahmed, I will seriously consider your salary increase."

As Weize said, he walked into an empty elevator and pressed the closing button. At the last moment when the two gates were about to close, a leather shoe was stuck in the crack of the door. Its owner, a guy in a suit and dressed like a stock broker, squeezed in from outside with a briefcase and apologized to Weize in in the elevator.

However, when he moved his gaze to the floor button on his right hand, he was stunned and saw that it was completely dusty.

The elevator door was closed again. Because neither of them moved, the elevator remained at the first floor. Weize made a gesture of inviting him. The man in the suit was hesitant, but if he didn't reach out, it would seem too suspicious, so he clicked on the 35th floor.

Weize followed and pressed 31, and the man in the suit smiled reluctantly.

The elevator began to rise.

On the way, a middle-aged man like a nouveau riche came up, carrying two small models who didn't know what line they were. The three of them just came out of the 16th floor heated swimming pool. Both women were wearing hot swimsuits that could make the fabric merchant cry.

One of them secretly blinked at the man in suit, and the latter smiled politely.

The scene was seen by the nouveau riche and snorted coldly, looking a little unhappy. The atmosphere in the elevator suddenly became even more awkward.

The nouveau riche's executive suite is on the 30th floor, and he was the first to get off the elevator, followed by Wei Ze.

The bounty hunter immediately found a safe passage after getting off the elevator and ran to the 32nd floor. However, the plan changed. He did not directly knock on Room 03205, but threw the Red Spider Tracker into the green plants beside the guest room door.

Then he planned to return to the 31st floor, but at this time, a series of rapid footsteps had already been heard in the safety passage.

"03203, there is no one in that room, I will help you open the electronic lock."

Ahmed's voice suddenly appeared in the headphones, which scared Weize. The former seemed to be eating some puffed food, and the bite was creaking.

Before I could think about it, Weize pushed open Room No. 03203 and flashed into it.

Almost at the same time, the figure of a man in a suit also appeared in the corridor.

"How did you see me?" Weize carefully closed the door and asked the hacker on the other end. The two were just talking on the phone and there was no image transmission.

"Because I've hacked into the surveillance system of this hotel." Ahmed said with confidence. "I'm your communications expert, so you don't have to be polite about this little thing."

Wei Ze felt a little sad when he heard this, "Listen, I didn't say it was my fault before. Now we have three rules. You can't hack everything you see. When I need your help, I will naturally tell you. Can you keep it standby in normal times?"

"Okay." Ahmed agreed immediately, but less than ten seconds later he spoke again, "I have something in standby mode and don't know if I should tell you."

"Tell me."

"The guy was holding a strange-shaped thing in his hand, as if he was doing anti-eavesdropping detection."

Wei Ze was shocked and quickly closed the contact between his personal terminal and Red Spider.

"He put that thing back and was knocking on the door. Our friend Love opened the door with a little puzzled expression on his face. He didn't expect the other party to take action. Hiss~" Ahmed took a breath, "It's so fast, I took off my shoulders and chin in an instant. Are you shooting a movie? Who is this guy?!"

Weize controlled Red Spider and crawled into Room 03203 together just before closing the door.

"I discovered the bounty hunter in the elevator, but it's not local. Judging from his skills, it should be that he is not an unknown person. Sure enough, it's not just us who are targeting Love."

Weize also saw the man in suit taking action through the micro camera on the head of Red Spider. Because he was worried that Love was the mask himself, the man in suit did not dare to take it lightly. He went all out as soon as he came up. The whole set of movement only took about 1.5 seconds. Then he escorted the fur businessman with a look of horror and returned to his room and brought it to the door with his heel.

"Competrator, what should we do?" Ahmed asked.

"At present, there is nothing to do. This new friend should help me ask what we want to know." Red Spider crawled into the fruit plate on the table, where you can clearly see the expressions and movements of Love and the man in suit.

The latter quickly took out a roll of PE fishing line from the briefcase, tied the fur merchant firmly to the seat, then took out a syringe and injected the medicine into the target's body.

"Treat the real agent?" Mr. Hacker often watches movies and American dramas, and uses his imagination. At his strong request, Weize had to share the scenes of the transmission of Red Spider back with him.

"The real vomiting agent has not been developed yet. This thing looks more like a nerve agent that can amplify the pain." Weize saw the man in suit take out a steel needle and insert it into the index finger of the fur merchant, who was so painful that he had incontinence.

“…………”

"Why does this mask feel a little weak?" Ahmed, who was not interested in the excitement, commented.

The man in the suit also found something wrong at this time, because this guy named Love was a bit too unbearable.

He tore off the tape from the target's mouth, and the fur merchant screamed and begged for mercy, "Brother, how much do you want? Give me a number. I'll give you all the cash I have on. If it's not enough, I'll get it right away."

"Where is the metal box in the laboratory?" the man in the suit said in a deep voice.

"What laboratory?" The fur merchant was confused.

The man in the suit put the tape back on again, then pulled out the steel needle and changed his finger.

When he tore off the tape, Love lost half his life, his whole face was twisted together, and he almost knelt down and begged for mercy, and said in a crying voice, "Brother, if you have something to say, I have money, I can buy you any box you like."

The man in the suit's heart became more and more ominous premonition. He ignored the fur merchant's horror look and pulled out the steel needle again and pointed it at his third finger, "From now on, don't lie, why do you keep going to C8 stars? I checked, you obviously have no business there."

"I said," the fur businessman was sweating profusely. "When my business started, I was funded by my father-in-law, which led to my wife's strong personality. It was stipulated that I had to go home before 10 o'clock every night. There was no way, so I could only keep a few mistresses outside, and give them money on time, and then go on a date with them under the name of a business trip. I also have a personal terminal, which is specially used to communicate with them. It is in the suitcase. You can open it and see our communication records."
Chapter completed!