hotmtlnovel Chapter 102 Only the dead don't need to go to the toilet
Chapter 102 Only the dead don't need to go to the toilet
Zhong Kui was leaning against the doorway, a scalpel as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand, casually trimming his nails.
"I know."
Zhong Kui didn't even raise his head, his voice sounding like it came from an ice cellar, "He's 'Rattlesnake,' an Interpol mole that's been planted for three years. Scorpion discovered him a long time ago but didn't move, all for today."
"A remote-controlled liquid bomb." Qi Tongwei looked at Zhong Kui's reflection in the mirror. "It's inside the lining of that vest. As long as Scorpion presses that lighter, the entire third floor will be reduced to ruins."
Zhong Kui paused for a moment while trimming his nails.
"You have good eyesight." Zhong Kui sheathed his sword, raising his dull, brownish-red eyes. "Since you knew it was a dead end, why didn't you run?"
"run?"
Qi Tongwei seemed to have heard a joke.
He reached out and scooped up a handful of cold water, splashing it on his face. The icy droplets dripped down his resolute jawline, making his eyes appear even colder.
"The word 'run' doesn't exist in my dictionary," Qi Tongwei said slowly, pulling out a tissue to wipe his hands. "My original task was just Zhao Ruilong. But now, I've changed my mind."
He crumpled the paper into a ball and accurately threw it into the trash can in the corner.
"I want the scorpion to die here too."
For the first time, a flicker of emotion appeared on Zhong Kui's perpetually expressionless face. He tilted his head, as if looking at a madman.
"You think you can?" Zhong Kui sneered. "And that slut who only knows how to drink?"
"Three minutes."
Qi Tongwei ignored his sarcasm, raised his wrist to glance at the Patek Philippe, and said, "I'll create chaos. You go and deal with Scorpion's four bodyguards. I've checked their positioning; they have blind spots. You can do it."
"And what about you?" Zhong Kui asked.
"I'm going to rescue people, and by the way..." Qi Tongwei turned around, pulled out the Desert Eagle he had been hiding from his waist, skillfully pulled the holster, checked the magazine, "Send Scorpion on his way."
"The women's restroom is right next door," Qi Tongwei pointed to the marble-tiled wall. "Both female bodyguards are armed. Do you think that 'slut' can handle it?"
Zhong Kui remained silent for two seconds.
"I hope she doesn't wet her pants."
at the same time.
The women's restroom is separated by a wall.
The decor here is even more luxurious than outside, with pink Venetian wallpaper on the walls and huge vanity mirrors surrounded by Hollywood-style light bulbs.
Ye Cunxin was roughly pushed in by the two female bodyguards.
One of the short-haired female bodyguards let go, looking at Ye Cunxin, who was slumped on the sink, with disdain, and cursed in the local dialect: "It's unbelievable that the boss would take a liking to someone like this."
Another person, who was inspecting the cubicle door, sneered upon hearing this, "These delicate young ladies are the most fun to play with. Once the boss gets tired of them, maybe he can give us brothers a taste."
Ye Cunxin lay on the sink, her shoulders heaving violently, making dry heaving sounds.
"vomit……"
She seemed to be in great pain, one hand grabbing haphazardly at the hand sanitizer bottle on the table, while the other hand reached towards her groin.
That's where the slit in the skirt is at its highest.
Beneath the red silk fabric, her gleaming white thigh trembled slightly.
"Hey, hurry up!" The short-haired female bodyguard walked over impatiently, reaching out to grab Ye Cunxin's hair. "Stop dawdling, the boss is waiting!"
Just as her fingers were about to touch Ye Cunxin's hair.
Ye Cunxin, who was still "vomiting," suddenly raised her head.
In the mirror.
The face that was just moments ago flushed and dazed now showed no trace of drunkenness.
Those eyes were terrifyingly clear, as cold as a newly drawn dagger. A mocking smile even played at the corners of his lips, as if he were looking at two dead men.
The short-haired female bodyguard's heart skipped a beat; she instinctively sensed danger.
"you……"
late.
Ye Cunxin suddenly pulled her right hand out from under her skirt.
Her movements were as swift as a venomous snake hunting its prey.
The high-slit red dress billowed up, revealing a black lace gun holster strapped to the top of her thigh. It was not only the ultimate temptation, but also a deadly trap.
She was already holding a small, silver Browning palm grenade in her hand.
Without any hesitation.
There wasn't even a single unnecessary word.
Ye Cunxin swung the butt of her gun and smashed it hard into the short-haired female bodyguard's Adam's apple.
"Snap!"
The sound of a throat bone shattering was particularly jarring in the enclosed space.
The female bodyguard couldn't even scream; she clutched her throat and fell backward, her eyes bulging out of their sockets.
The other female bodyguard reacted quickly, reaching for her Glock jacket at her waist.
But Ye Cunxin was faster than her.
Wearing those ten-centimeter high heels, she still managed to execute a perfect tactical turn. Her red dress spun in the air in a beautiful arc, like a blooming spider lily.
"Bang!"
A muffled gunshot rang out.
It was a specially treated subsonic bullet.
A dark, bloody hole appeared between the eyebrows of the female bodyguard who was drawing her gun. Her movements froze in mid-air, her eyes quickly lost their light, and her body fell straight backward, hitting the floor with a dull thud.
Ye Cunxin stood between the two corpses and gently blew on the still-smoking gun barrel.
She looked up at herself in the mirror.
The flush on her face hadn't completely faded, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her cheeks with sweat. Paired with that fiery red dress and the gun in her hand, it created a breathtakingly violent beauty.
"That's disgusting."
She disgustedly shook the arm that the female bodyguard had just touched, then bent down and wiped her hand on the short-haired female bodyguard's clothes.
Then, she pulled a tiny earpiece from her deep cleavage and put it in her ear.
"Cleanup complete."
Her voice was calm and crisp, carrying the unique boldness of a Beijing girl: "Position three and position four. You can start now."
In the lobby outside.
Scorpion glanced at the watch with some impatience.
Less than two minutes had passed, but he couldn't wait any longer. The urge to tear something beautiful apart surged through his veins, making him restless.
He turned his head and looked at the rattlesnake behind the bar, who had been keeping its head down.
The rattlesnake's body trembled even more violently, like a leaf turning in the wind.
Scorpion's lips curled into a cruel smile as he pulled a silver Zippo lighter from his pocket.
"Click".
The lighter's cap popped open.
The crisp metallic clanging sound, in the quiet hall, was like the first toll of death's bell.
The rattlesnake closed its eyes in despair and reached into the pocket of its vest.
There is a red button there.
Just press it, and we'll all play together.
"Looks like the guests aren't very obedient," Scorpion muttered to himself, fiddling with the lighter in his hand. "Let's set off some fireworks to liven things up."
He raised the lighter and nodded at the rattlesnake.
That was the signal to detonate.