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Chapter 72 Carnival Operation

On the day of the operation, at 18:30 PM, it was drizzling.

"Click".

With the sound of a key turning, a beam of light shone into the dark room, and swirling dust particles outlined a straight line.

A few seconds later, a small foot wearing a loafer kicked the door open.

Li Zhanyi quickly entered the room with a pistol in hand. After ensuring the room was safe, she closed the door and set up a tripwire at the entrance.

"Empty the room." Li Zhanyi pressed the earpiece.

The room in front of me wasn't large; it looked like the size of a small studio.

Li Zhanyi walked to the center of the room, squatted down, and began to break the tiles apart one by one.

After all the tiles were moved, a long box suddenly appeared in front of her.

Li Zhanyi opened the long box and took out the QBU-202 sniper rifle.

The girl checked the condition of the gun, then bit it.

She carried her sniper rifle to the balcony, took out a small windmill, and installed it on the edge of the balcony.

Afterwards, Li Zhanyi moved a small table to the balcony and set up a sniper rifle on it.

She crouched behind the table, supporting the sniper rifle horizontally with one hand and adjusting the scope with the other, beginning to measure the distance and zero the scope.

"I'm in position," Li Zhanyi said softly.

"Received, connecting to the hotel's monitoring system."

In the dark little room, Louis typed rapidly on his laptop while speaking into his headset.

Accompanied by a faint blue light, the Black Bug program was running rapidly on the screen, with lines of English characters flashing by.

Within seconds, images began to appear on the screen like mushrooms after rain: the Waldaffy Hotel's surveillance system was laid bare.

"Connected," Louis said softly, "Section Chief."

"Entering the venue."

Louis looked at a screen at the very edge: it was a surveillance camera view of the Waldaffy Hotel entrance.

At that moment, a black Porsche Panamera was driving through the rain, its frog-eye headlights casting a pale, almost white, light on the wet marble floor in front of the hotel.

Jiang Zhengge, dressed in a suit, got out of the car, handed the keys to the waiter beside him, straightened his tie, and walked towards the hotel entrance.

After passing through the gate, Jiang Zhengge's gaze swept across both sides of the hall: fully armed mercenaries dressed in black bulletproof vests were everywhere, most of them bearing the marks of cybernetic modifications.

"The security company behind the black market," Jiang Zhengge muttered as he passed through the security gate, "they've really gone all out this time."

"After all, there are many important figures coming from the United States," Louis said in a low voice. "If any security breach occurs, the Foundation will have to take a serious look at the consequences."

Jiang Zhengge snorted disdainfully:

"Those Americans are really getting cocky lately... Damn it, I hope I don't run into anyone I know, or I'll be in trouble."

"Do you have acquaintances in the security company of the black network?" Li Zhanyi asked curiously.

"Not a good acquaintance."

Jiang Zhengge spoke in a low voice, walked to the elevator in the lobby, and handed his invitation to the waiter.

"I'm here for the Rain City Star Film Carnival." He flashed a charming smile.

The waiter took the invitation, carefully read its contents for a moment, and then smiled at Jiang Zhengge:

"Good evening, sir. Please come with me to the lobby on the 50th floor to obtain your access pass."

"..."

Watching Jiang Zhengge successfully enter the elevator, Louis switched the scene to the back alley:

"Lin Chen, how is the situation?"

"I'm in position."

In the back alley of the Waldorf Hotel, Lin Chen, dressed as a waiter, rolled up his sleeves and glanced at his watch.

The time is 19:15.

Lin Chen reached out and knocked on the rusty door beside him in rhythm:

"Da, da, da da da, da da da da, da da."

After knocking, he waited silently for about ten seconds before the door opened.

"Xiaolin, you're late on your first day of work?"

Brother Hao smiled and looked at Lin Chen, who was dressed in a waiter's uniform, and nodded.

"Not bad, that looks pretty good. Come on in."

Lin Chen followed Hao Ge into the room. The two walked through the corridor and entered an employee elevator, heading to the restaurant on the 49th floor.

"When we get to the kitchen, you have to avoid that bald guy," Brother Hao whispered to Lin Chen. "That's our supervisor, a complete bastard. He doesn't do any work, he just gives orders. He doesn't have any other special skills, except that he remembers every face of our own people perfectly. Don't let him see him."

"Okay." Lin Chen nodded.

"Security measures are very strict today," Brother Hao said. "Remember, no matter what your target is, be careful. This damn hotel employs its own thugs, and getting caught won't do you any good."

"no problem."

"bite."

As they were talking, the elevator arrived at their floor.

The elevator doors opened, and Jiang Zhengge stepped out, went straight to the front desk, and handed over his invitation.

"Thank you for joining the carnival," Jiang Zhengge said with a smile.

While getting his pass, Jiang Zhengge pretended to admire the hotel's decor, his gaze sweeping across the reception hall repeatedly.

Beside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, well-dressed elites were chatting, their languages ​​from all over the world converging into an international symphony that Jiang Zhengge couldn't understand.

After searching for a long time, Jiang Zhengge did not find Zuo Xia.

"Sir, here is your pass," the receptionist handed Jiang Zhengge a card with both hands. "A room has been reserved for you tonight. If you need to stay, you can leave it here. If not, you can return the card here after the banquet."

"Okay, thank you." Jiang Zhengge smiled as he put away the pass, put his hands in his pockets, and casually found a seat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

At that moment, the roar of the helicopter engine began.

Jiang Zhengge looked out the floor-to-ceiling window and saw the outline of a helicopter emerging from the rain and mist, circling the Waldorf Hotel.

"Zhanyi, stay hidden," Jiang Zhengge whispered. "Helicopter patrol."

"It's okay, I'll handle it," a hoarse voice said.

In the helicopter cockpit, the co-pilot paused slightly after hearing the pilot's words, and said:

"What are you here to handle?"

The driver pulled a silenced pistol from his waist and shot the observer in the passenger seat in the head.

"Bang!"

"The helicopter threat is over," Oswald said, putting away his pistol. "Enjoy the carnival."

He piloted the helicopter past the giant glass window on the 50th floor of the Waldorf Hotel, then ascended to the rooftop and hovered among the clouds.

Watching the helicopter disappear into the distance, Jiang Zhengge glanced at his watch to check the time.

"We can't miss the ball."

He took a glass of champagne from the waiter, walked towards the spiral staircase leading to the forty-ninth floor, and gently pressed his earpiece:

"I'll draw their attention, Lin Chen. Proceed according to your plan."

Jiang Zhengge's role is clear: as the head of the rapid response section, the foundation personnel on site will inevitably notice his presence and focus their attention on him.

They would remain vigilant about Jiang Zhengge's presence, thus overlooking Lin Chen, who was lurking in the shadows.

One light, one dark.

One hook, one strike.

"..."

Jiang Zhengge walked into the banquet hall, placed the empty wine glass on the waiter's tray, and straightened his collar.

He was just about to find a seat when a clear voice suddenly called out from behind him:

"Old Jiang."

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