There is a huge TV hanging on the wall of the room.
It's densely packed with surveillance footage.
The hotel entrance, hotel lobby, hotel corridors, room doorways, and even the roof are not left out.
In fact, not only the hotel, but also all the streets and intersections within one kilometer around the hotel, all have images transmitted back.
Ruili put away the firearm, put his hands behind his head, and lay on the big bed without taking off his shoes. He stared at the monitor and said, "Shirley, zoom in!"
Hearing this, Shirley adjusted the image of the hotel lobby to the center.
The man also frowned, "Rui Li, do you know this person?"
He has lowered his attitude. Since the other party is not here to take credit from him, he naturally does not want to offend this lunatic again.
He sneered sharply, "I don't know him, but I think this guy looks familiar, and I can't remember where I saw him before..."
The man's expression suddenly changed, "Could it be someone from the Ninth Division?"
Sharp sarcastic, "Are you an idiot? This is my first time in China, and I have never dealt with the Ninth Division before!"
The man snorted coldly and turned his head out the window.
Just as she was talking, the phone on Shirley's body rang.
She turned on the speaker and heard the customer service at the front desk: "Sister Shirley, someone is looking for you at the bar!"
"Okay, I know!"
Ruili waited for her to hang up the phone and said, "Shirley, go find out about this guy!"
Shirley nodded, straightened her messed up collar in the mirror, then opened the door and left.
As he said that, he had already lit a cigarette, "You come with her!"
The man was unhappy with the other person's commanding tone, so he suppressed his anger and turned around to leave.
After the door closed, he pressed the controller sharply, and the sound from the lobby was transmitted simultaneously.
He took out an exquisite silver pistol from his arms, stared at Zhao Dong on the screen, and installed the silencer.
...
Outside the lobby, Zhao Dong sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.
The thorny feeling on his back still hadn't disappeared. He had an intuition that he should have been targeted by the other party.
It’s very certain that if the slightest flaw is revealed, I’m afraid the other party will take action the moment you leave!
The long-lost sense of oppression did not make him feel any nervous. The moment he lowered his head, his emotions aroused, the corners of his mouth raised, and he quickly found the most suitable angle.
Suddenly, the sound of high heels sounded on the stairs.
Shirley looked at the front desk knowingly, "Who's looking for me?"
The girl at the front desk stood up and pointed to Zhao Dong on the sofa, "That's the gentleman!"
Shirley turned her head and looked at Zhao Dong for the first time. He was a very ordinary man, but there was something wrong in his eyes.
She smiled sweetly and said, "Sir, I don't seem to know you."
Zhao Dong leaned back into the sofa carelessly and put his legs on the coffee table, "Are you the boss here?"
Shirley hugged her shoulders, "Yes, I am!"
She couldn't figure out Zhao Dong's purpose.
Unlike the people from the Ninth Division, they act too ostentatiously and look like they are looking for trouble!
Zhao Dong flicked the cigarette ashes on the leather sofa, "That's right, I have nothing else to do here today, so I want to give you a piece of advice!"
Shirley became more and more interested, even her brows arched, "I'm all ears!"
Zhao Dong squinted his eyes and said in a warning tone, "I would like to advise you to be a mistress and don't be too damn arrogant!"
"If you really have the ability, let that bastard file for divorce on his own!"
"He didn't say anything, but you were the one jumping up and down and making trouble. Do you really think that no one can cure you?"