Peng Fei shook his head upon hearing this and said, "Brother Zhuang, the most important thing right now is to call the police and let them know what happened here, then we can figure out a way to rescue them..."
"Okay, the elevator must be guarded. Let's leave through the emergency exit..."
Zhuang Rui thought for a moment. Although he was incredibly strong, he had no experience in combat. Those robbers could send him to meet his maker with a single shot. He didn't think he could be like the lone hero in the movies, saving everyone from disaster.
Peng Fei nodded, glanced at Zhuang Rui and Paris, then suddenly walked over to Paris and pushed her onto the bed. Although Paris was promiscuous, she still exclaimed in surprise, "What... what are you going to do?"
"I'm not doing anything, I just don't want to be held back by you..."
Peng Fei reached out his right hand and grabbed Paris's ankle, then used his left hand to remove her high heels. He then slammed the shoe against the bedside table, causing the long heel to slip off.
"Let's go. No matter what you see later, don't make a sound..."
After Paris put on her shoes, Peng Fei observed through the peephole for a while, then carefully opened the door a crack. He then grabbed the corpse by the back of its collar and let it leave the room first.
"It's alright, hurry up... catch up..."
This was a blind spot in the emergency exit, and the robbers hadn't assigned many men to guard it. Moreover, their attention was focused on the banquet hall, so they hadn't yet noticed that one of their own men had been killed.
"Thank goodness, it wasn't locked..."
When Peng Fei saw that only a baton was held in place to prevent people from coming up, he breathed a sigh of relief, gently removed the baton, and opened the safety door.
"Give me the baton, Paris, you go first..."
Zhuang Rui reached out and took the baton. Holding a weapon gave him some comfort.
"Gene, is that you? Didn't I tell you to stay up there?"
As Peng Fei and his two companions were descending the stairs to the seventeenth floor, a voice suddenly came from below. The sound of their footsteps likely alerted the person speaking below, as the sound of a gun being cocked and the footsteps rang out simultaneously, and a beam of bright light shone up.
"Go back, run upstairs..."
Peng Fei hadn't expected the other side to have taken control of the seventeenth floor as well. He immediately stepped aside, letting Paris run up beside him, and said to Zhuang Rui, "Try to call the police first..."
"Peng Fei, be careful..."
Zhuang Rui knew this was not the time for idle talk; staying would only be a burden. He immediately ran up the stairs with all his might. The Hilton Hotel had 58 floors, and Zhuang Rui did not believe that the other party could control the entire hotel.
With a "bang!"
With a muffled thud, Zhuang Rui turned around and saw a figure lying at the entrance of the seventeenth-floor stairwell, followed by a scream. It was clear that Peng Fei had shot the person.
"Damn it, I've been shot, boss, someone's running down from the eighteenth floor..."
There was clearly more than one person guarding the seventeenth floor. Since Peng Fei had the advantage of terrain and was armed, those people could only contact the robbers on the eighteenth floor via walkie-talkie.
Zhuang Rui didn't have time to look around. He had already run back to the safety door on the eighteenth floor. He used his baton to wedge the door shut, afraid that if the robbers on the eighteenth floor came out, they would trap Peng Fei, who hadn't had time to come up yet.
Zhuang Rui rushed up the stairs, taking three steps at a time. He could already see the emergency exit on the nineteenth floor. He glanced back and shouted to Paris, "Hurry, run faster, a few more floors..."
There are robbers guarding the seventeenth floor, and the nineteenth floor might also be under their control. So Zhuang Rui wants to run to the twentieth floor or higher before entering the hotel. Right now, Peng Fei is helping them hold off the pursuers. Knowing Peng Fei as he does, Zhuang Rui knows that the kid will definitely hold the seventeenth floor until he is out of danger.
"In front... in front..."
Despite her slender build, Paris was surprisingly fast, keeping close behind Zhuang Rui. Upon hearing Zhuang Rui's words, Paris looked up, her eyes filled with horror.
"Depend on!"
Upon hearing Paris's warning, Zhuang Rui quickly turned around, only to find a dark figure in front of him. Due to inertia, Zhuang Rui was unable to stop and crashed directly into the person. Although the impact was from below, Zhuang Rui's physique was not at a disadvantage. His shoulder hit the person's chest, knocking him to the ground.
"Damn it, they're robbers..."
Zhuang Rui's eyesight came in handy at this moment; he immediately spotted a submachine gun lying next to the other man's body as he fell to the ground.
The robber had just received the news and came in from outside the nineteenth floor to intercept Zhuang Rui. However, he did not expect Zhuang Rui to arrive so quickly. After being knocked to the ground, he was a little dizzy. After shaking his head, he reached for the submachine gun next to him.
This was merely a subconscious action by the robber, yet it terrified Zhuang Rui to the point of near death. If the robber got the gun, what benefit would he possibly gain? Zhuang Rui was immediately filled with anxiety, ignoring the buzzing in his head, and lunged forward to straddle the man.
"Lock the door from the inside..."
Zhuang Rui yelled at Paris, who was standing there dumbfounded, then punched the robber beneath him in the face, cursing, "You son of a bitch, you've learned to be a robber, you've ruined my plans..."
The fear of life and death made Zhuang Rui somewhat delirious. He kept punching the robber in the face and head, without realizing that the man's skull had been shattered and his head was deformed. Blood mixed with brain matter splattered all over him.
"You...you killed him..."
A trembling female voice rang in Zhuang Rui's ear. Paris never dreamed that this seemingly gentle and refined Eastern man would have such a brutal side, directly beating the robber to a pulp, and even then he was still torturing the other's body.
However, Paris, who always sought thrills, was not afraid. The reason her voice trembled was due to excitement. In her opinion, such a wild man must also be very brave in bed.
Looking at Zhuang Rui's blood-stained face, Paris felt an overwhelming urge, and even felt a warm sensation, as if liquid was about to flow out.
"This...this is something I did?"
After being awakened by Paris's voice, Zhuang Rui was dumbfounded when he looked at the bloody and mangled "human body" beneath him. Although Zhuang Rui had seen many dead people over the years, this was the first time he had ever seen someone die so gruesomely at his own hands.
"Ugh... ugh..."
Feeling his lips were dry, Zhuang Rui habitually stuck out his tongue and licked them, only to taste a bloody flavor. He couldn't hold back any longer and scrambled off the corpse, vomiting into the stairwell. He felt weak and powerless all over.
"boom……"
An explosion rang out in the enclosed corridor, making Zhuang Rui's ears ring. When he came to his senses, he was stunned. Clearly, the other side had used a grenade down below.
"Peng Fei, Peng Fei?"
Zhuang Rui disregarded the bloodstains all over his body and the wounds on his hands. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he rushed downstairs. The scenes of his interactions with Peng Fei over the years flashed before his eyes like a movie.
In the low-lying bungalow, Peng Fei and his sister ate salted vegetables and steamed buns under the dim light. In the Savage Mountains, Peng Fei used a machete to clear a path for himself. In the vast sea, it was Peng Fei who piloted the speedboat and gave Zhuang Rui hope for survival. These scenes brought tears to Zhuang Rui's eyes.
"Brother Zhuang, what happened? Damn it, luckily I ran fast, I even used a grenade..."
Just as Zhuang Rui was calling out Peng Fei's name in a sorrowful voice and preparing to rush downstairs, Peng Fei's voice came from the corner of the stairs below. The stairs were winding, and although the space was not large, if it was discovered early, the power of the grenade would not be as great as expected.
Peng Fei had already run up when he saw the other side throw the grenade, but his hearing was temporarily impaired by the explosion, so he did not hear Zhuang Rui's shout.
"Hmm? They also have someone guarding the nineteenth floor?"
Upon seeing the corpse beside Zhuang Rui, Peng Fei paused for a moment, then looked at Zhuang Rui's mangled hands and immediately understood. He gave Zhuang Rui a thumbs-up and said, "Brother Zhuang, stop standing there, hurry up and go up..."
According to Peng Fei's thinking, the area within three floors above and below the 18th floor of the hotel was not very safe. Only when they went up to the 20th floor or above would the other party really be unable to do anything to them, unless they learned from Uncle Laden and blew up the hotel.
Chapter 1062 Horrific Incident (Part 4)
"Brother, a few people ran out from the eighteenth floor, and we lost two brothers..."
Just as middle-aged David was watching with smug satisfaction as the super-rich transferred money to him one by one, a burst of noise came from the walkie-talkie. David frowned. Why was his own brother so troublesome? He should have known better than to bring him along.
After thinking for a moment, the middle-aged man said, "Ralph, cut all the elevator cables in the hotel, blow up the emergency exits, and have Andrei guard the rooftop. For the next two hours, don't let a single American police officer appear above the eighteenth floor..."
David knew that cutting the phone lines and blocking the hotel's signal wouldn't buy him much time; the American police would find out about what was happening sooner or later. He hadn't expected to get the money and leave so easily anyway.
"B-Big Brother, this...this won't do! If we blow up the passageway and the elevator, how are we supposed to leave?"
Ralph, who was guarding the seventeenth floor, was dumbfounded when he heard his older brother's words.
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said irritably, "Idiot, if we can't leave on the ground, can't we take a helicopter?"
"But...but we don't have helicopters..."
Ralph still didn't get it. If his men could afford helicopters, would they need to come here to rob people? Others might not know his brother's background, but surely he did?
His older brother peeked at women bathing when he was three, started cheating prostitutes out of their money when he was eight, and began drug trafficking when he was ten. From age twelve to forty-five, he has spent twenty-eight years in prison. He is a man full of bad intentions.
However, Ralph knew that every time his older brother was released from prison, the crimes he committed became bigger and bigger. The last time he was imprisoned for twelve years was for robbing a bank. David was truly a criminal genius, planning the entire robbery perfectly. However, during the escape, his car had a tire blowout by some strange twist of fate and crashed directly into a big tree on the side of the road.
Even so, David still had a chance to escape. The police didn't know that the car belonged to the robbers. However, tragically, David was knocked unconscious by the shock, and helpful passersby found a large amount of US dollars in his car. As a result, the Los Angeles police easily solved a major bank robbery case.
David had been planning this operation for over two months. He somehow managed to find a group of professional robbers who had set their sights on the Hilton Hotel. Twelve years ago, Ralph was too young to participate in that robbery, but this time they were brothers in arms.
"Damn it, are you brain-dead? If there's no helicopter coming, you might as well jump off the 58th floor yourself..."
The usually composed middle-aged man finally lost control of his emotions, provoked by his own younger brother. Suppressing his anger, he continued to curse, "If you weren't my brother, I guarantee I'd cut off your genitals and shove them in your mouth, Ralph! I'm warning you, if anyone comes down from the rooftop or the emergency exit to the seventeenth floor, I'll personally throw you off this building..."
Although David was not highly educated, he had spent nearly thirty years in prison, so his understanding of crime was extremely profound. If he had kidnapped a group of miners working in a gold mine, the U.S. federal police would have immediately mobilized anti-terrorism elites to storm the place. But at this moment, he was confident that he could escape unscathed.
Not to mention that this banquet hall gathers more than 60% of the world's top billionaires or their children, the Hollywood bigwigs are not to be underestimated. If Spielberg, Tom Hanks, and the bosses of various film companies were to die here, the American Hollywood film industry would collapse overnight.
Hollywood is a symbol of American culture. Even without its terrifying money-making ability, the US government would never risk the collapse of the Hollywood film industry by launching a forceful attack. The only possible outcome would be to negotiate and meet the demands of the robbers before sending them away.
Moreover, the influence of the super-rich is hundreds or thousands of times greater than that of these film and television moguls. Almost every tycoon has the shadow of a country or local power behind them. Although the United States prides itself on being the world's number one superpower, it dares not allow itself to be drawn into a wave of world wars.
"B-Big Brother, what about the two people who got away?"
Although Ralph had been to prison twice before, this scene was unlike anything he had ever seen before. The mangled corpse he had just seen made him vomit for a long time, and he was now completely disoriented.
"They've run away, so what? Do as I say, right now!"
David regretted bringing his brother into the operation. There were a couple hundred fat pigs waiting for him to slaughter on the eighteenth floor. He didn't care if one or two people escaped. In any case, the federal police would quickly realize there was a problem, given their attention to the gathering.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I think... we need to speed things up..."
David looked at the people squatting on the ground and his mood improved. Although he came from the lower class, he had always wanted to be a member of high society. After this job, his wish would be fulfilled.
David knew that after this incident, he would definitely be listed by Interpol as someone on par with Bin Laden, but he wasn't worried because he had already made arrangements for his escape route.
This shocking heist was entirely planned by David. As for the leader of these ruthless bandits, he met him in a Siberian prison during a fraud case in Russia. These people were all former Soviet armed separatists. In the vast and sparsely populated Siberia, there was plenty of place for them to hide and squander their money.
Meanwhile, on a ship somewhere off the west coast, two top plastic surgeons were ready to operate. In just three days at most, he could become a different person. Thinking of the wonderful life that awaited him, a smug smile crept onto David's face. ...
"Alright, Brother Zhuang, don't go up any further..."
After climbing more than ten floors in one go, Peng Fei called out to Zhuang Rui, panting heavily. He knew that Zhuang Rui had abnormal physical strength, but he did not expect that Paris could climb more than ten floors without changing her expression, which surprised Peng Fei.
"Thirty-one floors, let's go in..."
Zhuang Rui, carrying the submachine gun he had stolen from the robbers, had just pushed open the security door when suddenly his feet lurched. With an explosion coming from below, the entire building seemed to shake, and the power supply was also affected. The emergency lights at the stairwell exit flickered. Peng Fei and Paris, who were behind Zhuang Rui, fell to the ground without warning.
"Damn it, the robbers must have blown up the stairs. Let's go find the phone first; they can't have blocked the signal for long..."
Peng Fei got up and followed Zhuang Rui into the building. Today's experience made Peng Fei feel very depressed. It seemed that every time he went abroad with Zhuang Rui, he would always encounter some kind of problem.
"I...I have a phone..."
Paris's weak voice came from behind Peng Fei.
"You have a phone? Where are you?"
Zhuang Rui was stunned for a moment when he heard this. When he escaped from the eighteenth floor, he saw that Paris was empty-handed.
"Here..."
Paris reached down to her chest and actually pulled out a small cell phone from the bulge in her breasts. However, the once voluptuous area suddenly shrunk and became somewhat flat.