206: Chapter 206: Let’s Go, Shrimp 206: Chapter 206: Let’s Go, Shrimp “Ugh, why do they have to pick my place?
Couldn’t they pick somewhere else?”
As soon as he arrived at the hotel, Zhang Fan saw a middle-aged man sighing and complaining.
The Lingxiao Hotel, although not as impressive as Long Xiao’s Starlight Hotel, was bustling due to its more reasonable prices.
Zhu Xi was furious; he wished he could tear apart the group upstairs this very moment.
Dammit, a kidnapping—that was Qin Shuang, the Vice President of the Ye Group.
If anything went wrong, would his hotel even be able to stay open?
Zhang Fan frowned at the unceasing crowd.
“Why hasn’t the crowd been evacuated?”
Hua Ling said in a low voice, “These guys are clever.
They said if the hotel is empty, they’ll kill the hostage.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have let you come to scout.
Get ready; here are the clothes.
Change into them, you’re taking food up to the eighth floor.”
With that, Hua Ling tossed a waiter’s uniform to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan didn’t dilly-dally and quickly changed.
“Room 109, don’t do anything rash.
We still don’t know Aunt Qin’s exact situation, so her safety is our priority.
Got it?” Hua Ling said, his head throbbing with pain.
If it were his own men going, the kidnappers would immediately know the police were there.
Sending Zhang Fan was a last resort.
After all, given Zhang Fan’s youth and the innocence on his face, anyone with eyes would never suspect him to be from the police.
“Zhang Fan, be very careful, and don’t act recklessly,” Ye Yanran said.
Looking at Ye Yanran’s eyes, misty with worry, Zhang Fan nodded firmly.
“This is a micro earpiece.” Hua Ling took out a fingertip-sized black metal object and handed it to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan inserted it into his ear and immediately pushed the food cart into the elevator.
Zhang Fan took a deep breath, his eyes icy cold.
He couldn’t understand how Aunt Qin could have been taken by the kidnappers with Uncle Fu there.
“Ding!”
The elevator doors opened, and Zhang Fan instantly activated his Perspective ability.
The target, room 109!
Immediately, Zhang Fan’s gaze pierced through the walls.
Inside the room, six people.
All six were the kidnappers that Hua Ling had shown to Zhang Fan earlier.
Three of them were playing cards in the living room.
From the cards’ faces and the way they played, Zhang Fan was sure they were playing Landlord.
Suddenly, a wave of killing aura gushed out from him.
What the hell—were these idiots out of their minds?
Playing Landlord at a time like this?
The other three, one was by the door, toying with a bullet in his hand.
All real firearms.
Two others were playing League of Legends on a computer.
“Dammit!”
Were these idiots here on vacation?
Playing League of Legends at a time like this?
The killing aura that Zhang Fan had been holding back was surprisingly dissipated by the ludicrous scene before him.
Quickly, Zhang Fan’s astonishment grew.
Why were there only six people?
And, where was Aunt Qin’s figure?
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“There are only six people in the room, no sign of Aunt Qin,” Zhang Fan immediately whispered.
Upon hearing this, Hua Ling was stupefied.
“No one?
How is that possible!
The surveillance footage clearly showed Aunt Qin being brought into the hotel,” Hua Ling said.
“Wait a minute, kid, you haven’t even entered the room.
How do you know?” Hua Ling suddenly asked.
Zhang Fan’s mouth twitched, damn idiot, I haven’t even knocked on the door yet.
Zhang Fan didn’t speak and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
“Who is it?”
The six people in the room immediately pulled out their weapons, looking somewhat nervously at the door.
“Damn, who else, room service, shit, thought it was a lady visiting,” Zhang Fan shouted.
Hua Ling almost cried from Zhang Fan’s shout.
Shit, bro, you’re there to scout the situation, why the hell are you being so arrogant?
Ding Yang’s eyes widened in disbelief: “Good kid, I didn’t expect this guy to have such a talent.”
“Huh?” Ye Yanran was surprised and couldn’t help asking, “Talent?”
Ding Yang chuckled softly, “Yanran, you don’t understand, Hua Ling should know, there’s a very important discipline called disguise.
When we deal with criminals, often times, we need to change our identities to interact with them.
But during the interaction, we must perfectly integrate into the identity we’re adopting.
You see, this is a major factor in ensuring the success of a mission.
You don’t know, to infiltrate the enemy’s ranks, many of our colleagues on the front lines have made great sacrifices.
For example, dealing with drug traffickers, some had to reluctantly take drugs, and after completing a mission, they’re not faced with accolades but up to six months of mandatory detox.”
Ding Yang’s expression was somewhat emotional, and a touch of melancholy appeared in his eyes.
Hua Ling nodded, “These predecessors are models for our generation, but such talent isn’t something just anyone can master.”
“But what the hell is this ‘lady visiting’?” someone beside Hua Ling asked.
“You don’t get it, that last sentence ‘lady visiting’ from Zhang Fan is really the essence, think about it, isn’t this what criminals often do?
I’m sure that sentence will definitely lower their guard towards Zhang Fan,” Ding Yang shook his head and said.
Ye Yanran’s expression darkened, then she spat lightly.
“Shh, quiet down and listen,” Ding Yang said in a low voice.
Zhang Fan was also somewhat nervous, but he quickly suppressed it.
Haven’t eaten pork, but haven’t seen a pig run?
Having watched so many movies, stuff like ‘Infernal Affairs’, there’s a lot to learn from them.
“Heh, room service?”
Zhang Fan could see the person at the door slowly walking over.
“How can you prove you’re from room service?” the person stood by the door, scrutinizing Zhang Fan through the peephole.
“Damn, don’t eat it if you don’t want it, fuck this, spoiling you guys, got money can’t get up, I’m not serving, hmph, I haven’t even had my meal yet,” Zhang Fan grunted, then promptly took out a shrimp from the plate and started peeling it with nimble fingers.
Hua Ling almost spit out blood.
Damn, this is a reconnaissance mission, what the hell are you being so cocky for?
On the other hand, Ding Yang was nodding and applauding.
The person inside the room, seeing this scene, finally let go of his suspicions, and then anger flashed across his face as he flung open the door, pointing at Zhang Fan, “Let go of my shrimp.”
“Tch, thought you didn’t want it, get lost, son of a bitch,” Zhang Fan tossed the shrimp shell on the cart, took a napkin to wipe his hands, and was about to push the cart inside.
“Hold on, just hand over the stuff to us,” the man blocked the doorway, not letting Zhang Fan in.
Zhang Fan’s eyes turned cold, pulling the cart, then he turned around: “Shrimp, let’s go.”
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