130: Chapter 127 The Time for Sacrifice Has Come

At this moment, on the sixth floor—the top floor of the Boyue Hotel—a middle-aged man sitting in front of a laptop found his hand, which was holding a cigarette, trembling uncontrollably.

The screen displayed the hallway footage; he had transferred the monitoring permissions for the entire hotel to his device.

This allowed him to monitor every corner of the hotel from the safest location, as his subordinates lived on the floors below, making the top floor quite secure.

But now, these subordinates could not provide him with the slightest sense of security.

He puffed on his cigarette, one drag after another, while his other hand gripped a silenced pistol.

In the Xia Kingdom, where firearms were strictly prohibited, weapons should have provided a great sense of security; after all, civilians were not allowed to possess guns, only the authorities.

Yet now, this modern lethal weapon failed to give him even the slightest sense of security.

He had listened to the real-time communication channel regarding Nakamura, and because he had heard it, he knew clearly: it was him! There was no mistake!

It was this mysterious person who had killed Nakamura and the others!

Apart from the intelligence officer, Nakamura and his team were all combat experts armed with firearms, yet they had been completely wiped out.

Therefore, firearms could not bring him even the slightest sense of security now.

"Boss, should we retreat first?"

Just then, in the dimly lit room, a female voice rang out as a seductive young woman, dressed in a bathrobe and clearly having just bathed, spoke with a grave expression.

Although the room exuded a faint, romantic pink atmosphere, neither of them was in the mood for it at this moment.

Fujiwara looked back at the woman; she was his subordinate, Ino Saaki, whose public identity was that of a secretary, while his external identity was that of a tech company owner.

"Sigh, it's a pity for these warriors of the Empire; it was not easy for the Empire to train them. I will definitely have to return to the country this time, perhaps to atone for this with my death!"

Fujiwara let out a long sigh.

Ino walked behind Fujiwara and used her slender hands to gently massage her boss's temples.

"No need for that, let's just leave quickly!"

Although he was satisfied with his subordinate's service, this was not the time for enjoyment. Suddenly, he noticed that the voice channel in his earpiece had been disconnected.

"Damn it! Could they be trying to betray the Empire?!"

Fujiwara turned around abruptly to look, only to see that the monitors also seemed to have been destroyed, with the screens going black.

Thinking back to the conversation he had just heard between that Xia Kingdom person and them on the earpiece, he became furious!

"Go! Hurry and go! Those damn lackeys actually dared to betray me!"

Fujiwara didn't care about anything else; as a spy, he didn't carry many belongings, and almost everything could fit into a single case.

He closed the laptop, which instantly became a briefcase; the pistol was originally supposed to be stored in the compartment of this briefcase.

However, considering he might encounter that terrifying Xia Kingdom person, he put it into his inner jacket pocket instead.

Young Miss Ino also realized the severity of the situation; she immediately changed into a clean, professional suit in front of Fujiwara with the utmost speed, while simultaneously dragging a small suitcase from under the bed.

Ino thoughtfully pulled two pairs of sunglasses from the lining of her clothes and handed one to her boss, Fujiwara.

When they pushed open the door, they walked out wearing the sunglasses, but after glancing left and right, both hesitated.

"Boss, which way should we go?"

Young Miss Ino was in a dilemma; taking the stairs was definitely out of the question—it was too slow, and low-efficiency methods carried many risks. As for jumping out of the window, that was impossible; this Advanced hotel had no footholds on the exterior, and the air conditioning exhaust was centralized to the roof.

Therefore, the "Jackie Chan-style" jumping onto air conditioning units from the movies was impossible here.

"Go that way!"

Fujiwara took a look and noticed the left elevator starting to ascend; his eyes lit up, and he quickly walked toward the right elevator.

Quickly pressing the button to descend, Fujiwara and Ino waited anxiously for the elevator to arrive.

Their eyes were fixed firmly on the left elevator entrance.

Fourth floor, fifth floor!

It was almost there! That terrifying man was about to arrive!

Ding!

Fortunately, at this moment, the right elevator door opened.

The two quickly entered the elevator and hurriedly pressed the button for the first floor and the close button.

Watching the elevator doors close just in time and begin to descend, Fujiwara and Ino let out long sighs of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted from their hearts.

"Boss, that was close!" Ino patted her ample bosom, still feeling lingering fear.

She had also watched the earlier surveillance footage; if she had to describe him, he was nothing but a cold-blooded killing machine.

She felt that even the top-tier agents in movies might not be as terrifying; killing was as simple for him as slaughtering a chicken.

Firearms might be a threat to him, but there was simply no chance to even fire them.

"Yes, this operation is terminated. Although I am somewhat unwilling to accept it, I have decided to hand this mission over to other departments."

Fujiwara sighed; even if he had to commit seppuku to atone, he was prepared to toss this hot potato to someone else.

Whoever wants to be the sucker can go do it.

However, at the very moment they let out a sigh of relief, they did not know that when the elevator door on the left side of the sixth floor opened, what met the eye was not Li Changsheng.

Blood!

Corpses!

The elevator was full of corpses and blood; it looked like a cruel purgatory. Everyone had been beaten to death, their limbs and joints seemingly ravaged by brute force.

Two of them had deep, five-fingered indentations on their heads, bleeding from their seven orifices, while others had chest cavities that seemed to have been caved in.

As the elevator door opened, several limp legs fell out from inside, preventing the doors from closing no matter how they tried to shut.

——

"Ino, it's definitely too late to book flight tickets. We will rent a car and leave this city overnight. You drive first, and I will rest for a while."

Fujiwara leaned against the side, eyes closed, rubbing his temples; he was truly in a state of agitation.

However, he waited for a long time without receiving a reply from Ino.

"Ino?"

"Bo... Boss... you... look!"

He saw Ino, her face pale with terror as if she had seen a ghost, pointing forward.

Fujiwara looked over suspiciously, his pupils instantly constricting; he saw that the indicator for the second floor was lit up with a striking, crimson glow.

At this moment, Fujiwara felt a chill run through his entire body, as if he were in a horror movie.

How could this be?

Why did the waiting light for the second floor turn on?!

Didn't he go to the left elevator entrance?!

"Boss, what should we do now? It must be him!"

Ino's voice was filled with tears, but Fujiwara's mind was also a complete blank.

The elevator here was not fast, but even so, it would likely arrive at the second floor in less than ten seconds, and then they would come face to face with him.

"Up! Yes! Go up!"

Fujiwara quickly thought of the elevator escape hatch above; he snatched Ino's suitcase, placed his own briefcase on top of it, and prepared to climb up.

But he wasn't very tall to begin with—only 1.6 meters—so he was still short by a distance.

"Ino! Now is the time for you to sacrifice yourself for the Empire!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he immediately locked onto Ino, who seemed to have realized something.