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Chapter 1372 Sleepless Night
Chapter 1373 Sleepless Night

"Do you think the person who wrote that anonymous letter, and those idiots in Declan, will be able to sleep tonight?"

Charlie blew a small bubble.

"Snapped"

With a soft sound, it was sucked back in.

Qin Hao brought the teacup to his lips and took a small sip.

There was no immediate response.

His gaze was fixed on the darkness outside the window, as if trying to see the demons and monsters hidden within.

"I can't sleep."

He put down the teacup, his voice calm and still, like the surface of a deep pool.

That's why they're so eager to jump out.

Qin Hao's fingertips lightly traced the smooth rim of the teacup, leaving a barely perceptible watermark.

"Any movement from Alibaba?"

Charlie was about to answer.

Inside a miniature bone conduction communicator worn in the ear.

Commander Ali's voice rang out.

The sound was encrypted, cold, steady, and had a metallic, friction-like quality, penetrating directly into the skull.

"Mr. Qin, Mr. Charlie."

"The 'outpost' on the perimeter reports that an unusual convoy is gathering in the direction of the hotel's main entrance."

"Six armed pickup trucks and two box trucks with steel plates."

"The number of personnel appears to be over thirty, and they are carrying automatic weapons."

"With a clear objective, we are rapidly approaching the hotel."

"Estimated contact time: three minutes."

The report was extremely concise, with no superfluous words.

Each word felt like a cold bullet being chambered.

Charlie stopped chewing his gum instantly.

The usual nonchalant attitude on his face vanished instantly.

Like a spring brimming with power, my body silently sprang up from the sofa and stood up straight.

Charlie showed no panic whatsoever. Instead, he grinned, revealing a shark-like smile that was a mixture of excitement and ruthlessness.

"The ones who are just there to feed the enemy are here."

The voice wasn't loud, and it carried a hint of mockery.

His fingers moved with incredible speed across the wrist, across a tiny touchscreen disguised as a fitness tracker.

A preset command was pressed.

Om-!
A powerful, piercing alarm instantly blared inside the presidential suite!

It instantly shattered the tranquility of the room.

All unnecessary soft lighting in the suite was turned off at the same time.

Only a few key emergency indicator lights remained, outlining the blurry contours of the furniture.

The heavy bulletproof curtains emitted a slight, rapid hissing sound as they were driven by a motor.

It fell perfectly, cutting off the last faint light source from outside the huge window.

The room fell into a tactical darkness and silence.

Only the low buzzing of bees resonated in the air.

Qin Hao remained seated on the sofa.

He didn't even move an inch as the alarm sounded and the lights went out.

Qin Hao simply and gently placed the cup of Longjing tea, which he had only taken a sip of, back onto the mahogany coffee table.

The white porcelain cup made a soft, almost negligible "tap" sound as it touched the wooden tabletop.

Against the backdrop of silence and buzzing, the sound was like a clear, decisive move.

Qin Hao's face appeared half-lit and half-shadowed in the dim emergency light.

at the same time.

Commander Ali's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

It rang again in Qin Hao and Charlie's encrypted communication channel.

As if a verdict had been delivered:

"Predators, the hunt begins."

The command was brief, yet chillingly murderous.

These few words.

Like a spark thrown into boiling oil, it instantly ignited an invisible battlefield!

Outside the hotel.

The roar of the engine suddenly shattered the tranquility of the night!
Six modified pickup trucks stood there, their front bumper beams gleaming coldly under the dim streetlights.

The accelerator was floored, the tires screeched wildly against the ground, emitting a piercing scream and the smell of burning rubber, while thick black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe.

It slammed into the two heavy revolving glass doors of the InterContinental Hotel, symbols of luxury and security!
Boom!

—Snap! Splash!—!
A deafening loud noise!

The tempered glass shattered instantly into millions of sharp fragments.

It poured inwards with a roar, splashing everywhere!
The immense impact caused the heavy metal door frame to twist!

The alarm blared, a woman screamed, and the crash of shattered glass hitting the ground.
The hotel lobby instantly descended into chaos and panic!

"Go! Go! Go!"

"Take control of the front end!"

"Seal off the elevator!"

"Target the top level!"

"Leave no one alive!"

Disorganized English with a heavy local accent.

A roar erupted, accompanied by the unrestrained sound of AK-47 fire!
The bullets rained down on the luxurious crystal chandelier, marble pillars, and polished walls of the lobby!

The expensive decorations were smashed to pieces.

Fragments flew everywhere!

Several unfortunate waiters and customers who hadn't had time to evacuate collapsed with screams.

The blood quickly spread across the ground, a glaring red.

The attackers stormed through the broken gate.

They were dressed in a jumble of camouflage or dark combat uniforms.

His face was covered, only his fierce eyes were visible.

The automatic weapons in their hands attempted to suppress all resistance with the most savage force, creating the greatest chaos.

However, their charge lasted for less than ten seconds.

Just as the first wave of attackers rushed into the depths of the lobby, attempting to pounce on the elevator shafts and fire escape routes!
puff!
puff!puff!
puff!
Several very faint muffled thuds.

The sound came from the shadows of the second-floor corridor of the lobby, from the blind spot behind the reception desk, and from behind the huge indoor potted plants!
The sound is weak.

It was almost completely drowned out by the chaotic sounds of weapons and screams at the scene.

The attackers at the forefront suddenly froze!
Struck hard by an invisible hammer!

Their movements froze instantly.

She collapsed softly to the ground.

On his forehead and behind his heart, a small but deadly hole appeared, from which blood was gushing out.

clean.

neat.

efficient.

The predator opened fire!

No warning!

No announcement was made!

Only with chilling precision, a silent kill!

"Hold on! There's an ambush!"

"Hidden! Hidden!"

One of the attackers screamed in terror, his voice distorted with fear.

The momentum of the charge was instantly interrupted!

The attackers frantically sought cover and attempted to fight back. Bullets flew blindly into the shadows of the second-floor arcade, sending marble shards flying from the railings.

But the predator's attack is like a precise surgical scalpel.

Cutting through the chaotic battlefield.

Tsk-tsk-

A burst of intense light erupted instantly!

Like several small suns exploding in the center of the hotel lobby!

The white light illuminated the entire space as if it were daytime!

Accompanying the bright light was a high-frequency, sharp crackling sound powerful enough to pierce eardrums!

"Ah—my eyes!"

"Ouch! My ears! My ears!"

The attackers were instantly deprived of their sight and hearing!
There was a burst of screams.

He covered his eyes and ears in pain, completely disoriented and unable to fight.

Almost at the same time as the stun grenade exploded.

Behind several load-bearing pillars in the lobby, under the service desk, and even behind the huge piano that was riddled with holes from being hit.

Several figures appeared like ghosts!
They were dressed in dark urban combat uniforms, moved swiftly, and their figures were difficult to spot in the bright light and chaotic shadows!

Puff puff puff!

The MP7 and P30 high-efficiency silencers were installed.

The muzzle flash of the weapon was almost invisible in the bright light; only the whistling of the bullet tearing through the air and the dull thud of flesh being pierced could be heard.

Burst fire!

Accurate point shooting!
Each short burst of gunfire rang out.

This will inevitably be accompanied by the explosion of a vital part of the attacker.

Accompanied by a dull thud as the body fell to the ground.

The Predator's team members were like the most efficient killing machines, precisely reaping lives amidst the chaos.

They covered each other, advanced in a crisscross pattern, and their movements were clean and efficient, without a single unnecessary action.

The attackers' indiscriminate firing hit the cover, sending sparks flying, but rarely posed a real threat to these moving reapers.

"Group A is suppressing the left wing!"

"Team B, clear the elevator area!"

"Group C, follow me to the fire escape!"

"Quick! The target is up there!"

One of the attackers, who appeared to be the leader, hid behind an overturned sofa, shouting hoarsely in an attempt to reorganize the scattered group.

The headscarf covering his face clung to his skin with sweat, and his eyes were filled with fear and madness.

His roar stood out like a beacon amidst the chaos.

puff!
A particularly dull gunshot rang out.

The leader's shouting stopped abruptly.

He looked down in disbelief at a rapidly widening, ripped hole in his tactical vest.

The immense kinetic energy propelled him backward, sending him flying and crashing heavily into the wall behind him.

It left a blurry bloodstain before sliding to the ground, twitching a few times, and then becoming completely still.

In the center of his forehead, a blood hole about the thickness of a finger was slowly oozing red and white substances.

12.7mm!

Anti-materiel weapon!
A deadly residence from a high-rise building across from the hotel!
The leader was killed.

The remaining attackers completely collapsed!

Fear overwhelmed everything!
They didn't care about any mission objectives; all they wanted was to escape this death trap!

They dropped their weapons and scrambled to escape through the broken gate.

But the predators didn't give them that chance.

Puff puff puff!

The drumbeats of bursts of gunfire followed the retreating figures of every fleeing soul.

One by one, figures fell as they fled, their blood staining the expensive carpet and shards of glass scattered everywhere.

Less than ten minutes had passed.

It has completely stopped.

The bulletproof door of the presidential suite slid inward silently.

Qin Hao appeared at the door.

Qin Hao wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest; he was still dressed in his well-fitting dark casual clothes, as if he had just finished a relaxed business meeting.

Instead of emerging from the edge of a bloody battlefield.

Qin Hao's face remained expressionless.

Charlie walked beside him, his cheeks bulging again from chewing gum.

His eyes, however, scanned the hellish scene before him like a scanner.

Alibaba, like the most loyal shadow, silently lagged behind Qin Hao by half a step.

His combat uniform was stained with some dust and gunpowder residue.

But his figure remained unchanged, and his eyes were as they had always been, as if the brief but efficient killing just now was merely routine training.

He whispered instructions into the miniature communicator:
"Clean up the battlefield and confirm that the threat has been eliminated."

"The medical team has entered the scene to treat the wounded."

"Seal off all exits of the hotel."

"No one is allowed to enter or leave."

The commands are clear, concise, and leave no room for doubt.

Ali walked straight to the center of the lobby without looking to either side.

There, several attackers were wounded only in the legs and rendered immobile by the precise fire of the Predator team.

He was being pointed at by a cold weapon, his eyes filled with despair and fear.

When they saw the Chinese man strolling towards them with an air of nonchalance, they saw the true demon.

Qin Hao stopped in front of one of them.

He was a burly Black man with a menacing skull tattoo on his arm.

At this moment, however, he was pale and sweating profusely due to the weapon wound on his leg and the immense fear.

Qin Hao leaned down slightly, his posture a condescending scrutiny.

He didn't speak, but simply extended his right hand.

Alibaba, standing next to him, was his most compatible assistant.

Silently, he handed Qin Hao a newly captured AK-47, still warm from the smoke of gunpowder.

The heavy weapon felt cold to the touch.

Qin Hao grasped it, his movements steady and natural.

Qin Hao didn't even glance at the prisoner; he simply flicked his wrist.

The cold metal pipe was suddenly lifted upwards!
Snapped!
The hard tip of the tube pressed heavily against the tattooed prisoner's chin!
The immense force forced him to painfully tilt his head back.

His teeth clashed together, making a crisp sound, and a choking, hissing sound came from his throat.

Tears of fear welled up instantly.

He was forced to meet Qin Hao's eyes.

It was unfathomable, calm and still, without any anger or bloodlust.

In Qin Hao's eyes.

The tattooed man in front of me wasn't a living person, but a piece of trash that needed to be cleaned up.

"go back."

Qin Hao applied slight pressure to the barrel of his weapon, raising the prisoner's chin even higher and intensifying the suffocating sensation in his throat.

“Tell Declan Ross.”

Qin Hao's voice remained calm, yet it carried a chilling quality that could freeze one's soul.

"Next time, send some that can fight."

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