Drip-drop, drip-drop~
One by one, police cars, flashing their sirens, surrounded the area.
A large number of tourists were evacuated.
Brian also caught up with the escaping guard vehicle, smashed the car window to create a big hole, questioned them for a bit, and then, with one bullet each, he sent them away.
He evaded the hotel security team that had rushed over, climbing on the exterior walls of the hotel, and under the cover of night, he climbed towards the hotel's top floor.
This operation was a failure.
What was supposed to be an assassination turned into a massacre.
The uncertainty of information is always such an inconvenience.
To expedite the process,
Brian even ignored the few obsessions that burst forth.
These obsessions from ordinary people were hardly attractive to him anymore.
This approach also found Brian an opportunity.
..
Underground parking lot.
