Chapter 595 Controlling the Hotel (Fourth update, please vote for me)

"Rasfa, are you going to attend that auction today?"

"Of course, any questions?"

"Don't participate, just stay at home today."

"Why?"

"If you believe me, don't participate, absolutely don't participate." Chen Zhao warned seriously: "Zola won't participate, right?"

"No."

"Where's Steven?"

"nor."

"That's good." Chen Zhao felt relieved: "Don't call anyone, don't talk about this to anyone."

"Why exactly?"

"There will be an attack there." Chen Zhao said seriously: "Don't ask me why I know it, and don't tell anyone else. The police may have been infiltrated by this group of people now, and there is no one lurking in that hotel. How many of their people.”

Rasfa was silent for a while: "I understand."

"Call your family and friends to your home and hold a party." Chen Zhao said.

…

Rasfa was the only person Chen Zhao notified.

After hanging up Rasfa's call, Chen Zhao glanced at Laurent, who was tightly tied up.

"You three, watch this old bastard for me."

"Hmm..." Laurent wanted to speak out, but his mouth was tied with tape and he couldn't say anything.

"Chen, it's only noon now. Do you want to tie up Mr. Laurent so early?"

"Of course." Chen Zhao looked at Laurent: "Today, you will stay well in the hotel and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

"Hmm..."

"Mr. Laurent, the auction house today is very dangerous, and Chen is doing it for your own good, so don't be angry."

"Hmm..." Laurent's eyes were filled with anger.

…

Hilda Hotel——

Suddenly there was a fire alarm ringing outside.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rapid knock on the door.

"What happened?" Yasem opened the door unhappily.

A firefighter wearing a helmet stood outside the door: "Sir, there is a fire in the hotel. Now please follow us to evacuate and don't stay in the room anymore."

Hearing that there was a fire, Asem and his girlfriend could only put on their clothes in a hurry.

"Aren't we going downstairs?" Yasem and his girlfriend found that they were walking up.

"Now the fire has blocked the passage downstairs and the elevator has stopped. We can only go to the rooftop and wait for rescue."

…

"All staff, it is now a fire drill. Please cooperate with every employee to conduct evacuation drills."

"Where are we going now?"

"Go to the water room on the tenth floor."

"Ah? Do you want to climb to the tenth floor? We will die on the stairs." A fat employee complained.

Employees at these hotels discovered that nearly every department was involved in the fire drama.

After such an exercise, what should I do if the hotel guests need service?

Unfortunately, no one answered their question.

All employees were sent to the water room on the tenth floor.

This water room mainly supplies water supply below the tenth floor.

"Can anyone explain who made the decision to play the fire alarm?" shouted a senior hotel manager.

"Manager, this door is locked. We can't get out."

"Damn, what the hell is going on?"

"Call the police, call the police immediately."

"No signal, please try."

"I have no signal either."

"Neither does mine."

"Bump the door! Bump the door, break the door open."

"Manager, this door is similar to a bank vault."

"What smell?"

"Under the door, under the door!"

At this time, a large amount of colored gas began to penetrate under the door crack of the water room.

"dizzy."

Outside the water room, several DK members were talking to their boss, but they were using a special call channel.

"Boss, the entire hotel has been cleaned up."

"The front desk is also ready."

"Okay, don't make any mistakes."

At this time, several people came to the hotel lobby.

Bach looked around: "Why are there so few people in the hotel today?"

The disguised waiter immediately stepped forward: "Hello, Mr. Bach, it is our hotel's honor to hold your auction today, and many of the guests at the auction have distinguished status, so our hotel has made some special arrangements. It’s very rare to get up.”

"Oh, the service in your hotel is quite good. If this auction goes well, I will choose to hold it in that hotel next time."

"The auction venue has been arranged, please."

"By the way, are you new here?"

"I used to be an art manager and worked at the headquarters. I was specially sent here today to act as temporary manager. I am Quincy."

"Oh, Mr. Quincy, are you knowledgeable about art?"

"I have studied several modern painting masters."

Bach and Quincy chatted very enthusiastically, chatting all the way.

At this time, Bach and Quincy came to the top floor. Most of the people in the auction venue on the top floor were Bach's people.

And they didn't know that the hotel had already been controlled by a group of criminal groups.

"Mr. Bach, do you have any other instructions?"

"No, Mr. Quincy, your understanding of art is deeper than I thought. If you are interested in working for me, I will be very happy."

"Mr. Bach, I won't consider this issue for now, sorry."

"Haha...it's okay, it's okay."

People in the hotel lobby continued to greet the auction guests.

At this time, Chen Zhao walked in dragging the box.

"Hello, who are you?"

"I want to stay in a hotel. Please help me get a guest room. Thank you."

"Sorry, there are special events in the hotel today, so check-in is not accepted."

"Oh, really, it's an auction, and I happen to be here to attend the auction too."

"Please show your invitation letter." Chen Zhao took out the invitation letter: "I am coming from another city. I need a guest room, can I?"

The lady at the front desk thought for a moment, then replied with a smile: "Of course, I will arrange for a waiter to help you carry your luggage."

"Okay, thank you. Besides, you are so beautiful. Can you give me your phone number?"

"Thank you. I don't talk about personal matters when I'm at work. Maybe we can get in touch if there's a chance." The front desk clerk said with a smile.

At this time, a waiter came over and the front desk service said: "Take this gentleman to room 1205 on the twelfth floor."

"Sir, let me help you with your luggage."

"Okay, here's a tip for you." Chen Zhao handed the waiter a hundred-dollar bill.

Arriving at the door of the room, the waiter was still standing there.

"What's the matter?" Chen Zhao looked at the waiter and asked.

"Sir, are you going to the auction? I need to take you into the venue."