All his subordinates died, and Smith felt cold all over. His original plan was to quickly encircle Chen Feng through a small number of elite assassins, and then the crowd broke into pieces and left the homeland of the Zhu Timor Federation through different channels.

But Chen Feng’s resistance caused him to lose one by one, and the rapid arrival of reinforcements made Smith’s hopes come to nothing. Unless he can fight Chen Feng with all his life, otherwise this attack will be a death Declared a failure.

Smith didn't want to die, at least he didn't want to die meaninglessly. He didn't know what was going on in the room. He rushed in, not only could not guarantee that Chen Feng would be killed, and he might even lose his life.

Coupled with the death of his staff outside the hotel, Smith's back path is constantly being blocked, and if he doesn't leave, there will be no chance.

"Chen Feng! If you are lucky today, I will come to take your life again!" Smith only left a harsh word and turned and ran.

The passengers in the corridor just wanted to stand up and run away again, they saw the black death **** ran in again, they all screamed and squatted down again, each leaning in the corner, afraid to look at each other, for fear that he would raise a gun. .

Smith was busy escaping from the hotel and didn't have time to pay attention to these passengers. They gave up the passage to make it easier for him to move forward, so he did not use a gun to hurt the passengers to avoid arousing their fear and running around and disrupting his rhythm.

Chen Feng hid behind the dressing table and waited for a long time, but he never waited for Smith to break in. It was the same as Smith didn’t know the situation in the room. He didn’t know what was going on in the corridor, so he didn’t dare to relax his feet at all. It's almost numb.

Chen Feng's physical condition is relatively bad. Although this dressing table helped him withstand most of the attacks, many bullets were ejected and flying around the room. A few of them flew past Chen Feng's body and gave him. Several wounds were added.

Chen Feng didn't dare to spare his hand to deal with the wound, in case Smith just happened to be slack and the attack would be over. He kept squatting behind the dressing table in a combat stance, and the blood from his body continued to flow out and gradually flowed to the ground.

Rao Chen Feng's physical fitness is excellent and can't stand such a consumption. His brain has begun to become groggy. No matter how he shakes his head and beats his spirit, he can't stop it. Energy and physical strength test him from two aspects.

Chen Feng didn't want to sit still. Seeing that the walkie-talkie was still intact, he reached out and grabbed it to his mouth to contact the security guard: "Is there any undamaged surveillance on the sixth floor? Can you see where the enemy is?"

"No, they are all destroyed by them!" The security guard gave Chen Feng a very positive answer. Perhaps he didn't want to lose the ability to provide help because of the lack of monitoring. He asked Chen Feng, "But the monitoring of other floors is still there, I think It should still make a difference. Is there anything you want to know?"

"There is only one enemy left, but I don't know where he is and what he is doing now. Do you have a way?" Hearing that all the surveillance on the sixth floor were destroyed, Chen Feng could only be a dead horse and be a live horse doctor and hope that the security guards can see other ways. The move to Smith.

The security guard squeezed his temples hard, trying to think of something else that would allow him to see what happened on the sixth floor. As a result, his Yu Guang noticed a new situation in the corridor.

The security guard leaned to the monitoring station to observe carefully and saw a man in black passing through the crowd all the way down. He quickly told Chen Feng: "I saw a man in black leaving through the corridor. Other people in black are very thin!"

"It's Smith, he's going to run!" Chen Feng suddenly thought of who the other party is. There should be only one person in black in the hotel now, and the feature of being very thin shows that Smith gave up the assassination and started to escape.

"What should I do?" The security guard grasped the baton and didn't know whether to rush out. The opponent's weapon was better than him and it was dangerous to go out.

Chen Feng's own condition is also very bad. Instead of chasing Smith forcibly, it is better to protect the people on his side: "Don't go out. If he wants to escape, let him escape. We try our best to ensure the safety of the hotel personnel. "

The security guards listened to Chen Feng’s suggestion and began to guide passengers to evacuate through the hotel’s broadcast: “Now that there are terrorists in the hotel, please keep quiet and squat in place. Don’t irritate each other. The defense team will arrive soon!”

Hearing the security announcement, most tourists abide by the content and no longer run around. Those who are still in the room move everything that can be moved to block the door to prevent intrusion. Those in the corridor are even more afraid to move rashly for fear of bullets. To yourself.

Smith ran all the way down, perhaps because he found the broadcast annoying or wanted to get rid of surveillance. Every time he passed a surveillance camera, he would destroy it to prevent the security guard from observing him, and the area that the security could see became less and less.

The only certainty is that the last terrorist wants to escape from the hotel. The security guards ignore him and continue to broadcast. He wants to help tourists in danger know the most appropriate way to deal with it at the moment, and avoid more casualties.

Smith stopped when he was about to reach the first floor. He thought that there should be dangers he couldn't deal with outside, otherwise he couldn't explain why the people left behind disappeared silently, so he turned to face the shivering tourists next to him.

Seeing the man in black coming towards him, the tourist screamed in fright and wanted to hide behind him, but behind him was a corner made of reinforced concrete, it was impossible for him to squeeze in with his flesh and blood, and he did everything. Useless work.

Smith originally liked to appreciate the fear of others, but now in order to get out as quickly as possible, he has to speed up his movements, kick the man over with a submachine gun and shoot at his right arm, and said in a malicious voice: "I hate it the most. I was seen when the action failed. If you still watch my jokes, don't blame me for killing you all!"

What Smith meant was to get these people out quickly, and the screams of the tourist who was shot in the arm. The psychological defenses of the surrounding tourists were all penetrated. They could no longer squat in place according to the instructions of the security guards, and the corridors became chaotic. A pot of porridge.

With Smith as the center, the tourists behind Smith began to run to the upper floor, and the first group of tourists who ran out of the room had basically reached one floor downstairs, so they ran out of the hotel and tried to leave this extremely unsafe Hotel.

Everyone was in chaos, and the security broadcast was no longer effective. He wanted to help the tourists stabilize their emotions, but how could the tourists calm down and ignore everything except for the running away.