no sooner said than done.
Zhang Jing drove Liang Jieshu's Chevrolet two-box car and went straight to the Hilton Hotel near the Space Needle at Pike Place Market.
The car drives into the underground parking lot and takes the elevator to the ground floor to check in.
On his first night in Seattle, Zhang Jing also spent the night here. Opposite was the haunted apartment where Ding Jiaqi and Qu Xiaoqing had previously rented.
Just book a double room, order some food and drinks to be delivered to the room, and look like you are going to have a party.
This surprised both Zhou Manmiao and Liang Jieshu. Zhang Jing before and now Zhang Jing completely judged the two of them.
This thought didn't last long. They discovered that Zhang Jing was still the same Zhang Jing. He only ate, drank, and watched TV. He didn't take off his clothes, and there was no blushing scene of one dragon fighting two phoenixes.
In the evening, Zhou Manmiao couldn't stand it anymore, so she stood up suddenly, walked to Zhang Jing and reminded him tactfully, "Brother Zhang, go to sleep."
"I'll check my phone for a while."
Zhou Manmiao was fine. Unexpectedly, Liang Jieshu, who had always been like an ostrich and was very shy, suddenly became angry.
"You brought us to the hotel, and here we are," Liang Jieshu said angrily, "Are you pretending to be a gentleman again and deliberately humiliating people?"
It can be seen that Zhou Manmiao and Liang Jieshu are sincere and look infatuated. Zhang Jing laments that he saved the earth in his previous life.
Unable to delay, Zhang Jing explained, "I would like to ask your help to stay in this room until noon tomorrow. After that, if the police ask us what happened in the room;
Manmiao, you answered vaguely, "What you love to do"; Jieshu, you answered vaguely, "What can one man and two women do?" '"
Zhou Manmiao and Liang Jieshu were both stunned. The turn of events was beyond their imagination.
"Brother Zhang, why will the police come to us tomorrow?" Zhou Manmiao asked curiously.
Liang Jieshu was also very curious and listened carefully.
"You will know tomorrow, remember not to say the wrong thing."
Just like this, the three of them stayed in the room and really did nothing. If Ding Jiaqi knew about it, I wonder if she would believe it?
The answer is of course no, and she must not let her know.
....
The next morning, Zhang Jing squeezed time and took the elevator to the parking lot on the first floor.
Twenty minutes forward, a modified fake Dodge pickup truck rushed into the courtyard of the Bellevue District Police Station.
Two men wearing grimace masks, large sunglasses, body armor, and bulletproof helmets, and holding dual-magazine 47 rifles, calmly got out of the car.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A burst of bullets fired wildly, "Throw away your weapons, lie down on the spot, only rob money, not kill people!"
The robbers even used voice changers and amplifiers.
Some complied and some resisted.
Those who resisted were directly hit by a barrage of bullets. It was useless to hide behind the car. The steel-core bullets penetrated the car body and killed two people. It was very decisive and resolute.
The police were human beings and they didn't dare to move in such a situation. Then they were gathered together by the robbers and locked in a circle with handcuffs. Two of them had land mines under their feet and were fixed in place.
"Don't worry," the robber comforted, "this is an old-fashioned landmine and can be easily dismantled, provided you don't seek death."
One person controls the hostage and remains vigilant.
Another robber ordered the six hostages to carry the bronze dragon onto the pickup truck.
The whole process took less than three minutes. Pikachu pulled the bronze dragon onto the road and began to escape. He thought he was going to the countryside, but he was actually running to the city.
Of course, Bellevue could not have only that small police force. As soon as he started to escape, a large number of police cars were chasing him.
The robbers had anticipated this situation and threw out six or seven mini landmines. Police cars and private cars stepped on them one after another, causing minor explosions and blocking the highway.
Driving onto the 520 Bridge (Washington Bridge is a forbidden word and will not be used in the future), the police at the other end arranged a tire breaker in advance and modified a Dodge pickup truck to rush over.
The tire breaker was ineffective and the modified Dodge drove normally without losing any speed.
As expected, helicopters flew from the sky, and there were three of them, one for the police and two for the television station.
The police hate reporters and TV stations the most, and are worried about losing face to the whole world.
In order not to lose face and protect taxpayers, the police planned to set up a large roadblock at an intersection in front of the robbers' escape.
Such as trucks.
Because the robbers were very fast, they left little time for the police. When they drove a large garbage truck and were about to succeed, two tires suddenly burst.
In the other direction, two well-meaning private cars wanted to help the police, but their tires were punctured one after another, and one of them stopped.
There was also a private car with a strong front end. It had to drive forward even if the tire was punctured. The next second the driver was shot in the head.
The time was already short, and the robber's pickup truck rushed through the intersection in the next second.
Interception failed.
It was too late to intercept him later, and the robber's pickup truck plunged into the underground parking lot of the Hilton Hotel.
After a violent operation, he directly threw the pickup truck at the designated location. Within three or four seconds, he changed into another backup car and continued running from the east gate.
Zhang Jing was three parking spaces next to where the pickup truck was abandoned. He left Liang Jieshu's Chevrolet hatchback, strode to the Dodge pickup truck, and put the car and the bronze dragon into the Mithril space.
I thought everything was going well, but I checked a few minutes in advance and there was no one in the parking lot for the time being.
Unexpectedly, a woman appeared out of nowhere, about forty or fifty years old, with blond hair and a tall skirt. She looked like a working woman and stood five meters away with her mouth open.
She was shocked to see the vehicle disappear out of thin air.
There were sirens everywhere outside, and the police were very close. After just thinking for a second, Zhang Jing decided to take a risk.
The woman turned and ran away in fear.
Zhang Jing rushed forward decisively, practicing strength and running every day finally came in handy. He caught up with the opponent in three or four seconds and kicked him down from behind. The woman resisted desperately.
Press the witness's back with his knee, use all his strength, break the opponent's neck with a click, and put the body into the mithril space.
Knowing that bad guys die by talking too much, Zhang Jing acted neatly during the killing process and didn't say a word of nonsense, but his face was scratched by the other party.
Almost at the same time, a police car chased in from the north entrance of the underground parking lot.
It took less than thirty seconds to say that the robbers drove in and the police car drove in.
With a sudden stop, two police officers got out of the car and ordered Zhang Jing to put his head in his hands and kneel down.
Zhang Jing complied calmly, slowly holding his head and lying down. The police rushed up and violently locked his hands behind his back.
It was a mess outside, with many police cars, ambulances, and private cars lying around. The reason was that the robbers used many micro landmines when they escaped.
It's about the size of a baby's hand. It can't kill anyone but can blow up tires. It's very useful.
"It's you."
A middle-aged white man wearing casual clothes and looking capable came over and looked at Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jing also remembered the other party. The middle-aged man in front of him was also present when he killed two robbers on the road from Baiyu Town to Yisege.
"It's me," Zhang Jingyang locked his hands, "Can I know why I was locked?"
"Why are you in the hotel's underground parking lot?"
Zhang Jing's expression was calm, "Why can't I be here?"
"There is a group of robbers. They just passed by the hotel's underground parking lot. Did you see them?"
"No," Zhang Jing said with a pitiful expression, "I hope no one was hurt."
"So, why are you in the parking lot? And what's the situation with the fresh scars on your face?" the middle-aged police detective asked.
"I live upstairs in the hotel with two beautiful girls, and the car is parked on the first floor below." Zhang Jing touched the scars on his face as he spoke, "Beautiful girls are more aggressive and can grab them harder."
The middle-aged police detective frowned and sighed that Zhang Jing had a good body.
Knowing that Zhang Jing is a rich man, I already believe it in my heart, but I still need to confirm it before letting Zhang Jing go.
