Chapter 2014 Codename: Xianshi (Seventh Update)

It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening. As the financial center of Asia, Hong Kong's nightlife has just begun.

The van quickly arrived at the entrance of a large hotel and got out of the van. A group of people was headed by a man wearing a headscarf who looked like an Arab. Behind him were some people who looked like followers. These people had all their hands. Dragging a big suitcase.

The man wearing a turban was accompanied by a Chinese man in a suit and several people walked to the front desk of the hotel. Then the man wearing a turban chattered a lot. After listening, the Chinese man said to the front desk, "Mr. Mohammed said He has already booked a room here.”

"Please show us the relevant documents and we will proofread them," the lady at the front desk said with a smile.

The Chinese man in a suit chirped to Mohammed, who then took out an ID card from his pocket and handed it over.

After checking the identity information, the receptionist handed the ID card to Mohammed and said, "Your room is on the fifth floor. Someone will take you up there!"

After speaking, a waiter came from the side and took the group of more than ten men upstairs.

The waiter stopped at the door of 505 and pointed to the door of 505 politely and said, "This is your room."

After listening to the translator, Mohammed took out a 10-dollar bill and gave it to the translator. The translator handed the bill to the waiter and said, "This is your tip."

"Thank you!" The waiter took it respectfully and said thank you with a smile, "If you need anything, call me anytime."

"Mr. Mohammed is a devout believer, so unless he calls you, don't disturb Mr. Mohammed. Maybe he is praying at that time!" the translator said.

"OK!"

After saying that, the waiter turned and walked downstairs, and the translator opened the door. Mohammed walked into the room together with more than ten other men. It was a very large presidential suite. The facilities inside were quite luxurious. A huge A light yellow sofa was placed in the center of the hall. Mohammed walked over, sat down and took off his headscarf.

This person looks like someone from West Asia.

But when this person spoke, he spoke in serious Chinese.

"This operation must achieve our goal!" Mohammed said seriously.

"Haha, they may be drunk by now," the Chinese man in a suit said with a smile, "This mission is not that difficult."

"Don't take it lightly, Zhou," Mohammed said. "Those people's bodyguards are upstairs. We need to quickly control those people in a short period of time, and then also control the public figures upstairs in an even shorter period of time." Our goal to control this time is to expand the impact as much as possible to let the whole world know the terror of our Holy Sword Organization! When the time comes, you will be responsible for the satellite signal transmission, and we will broadcast the entire operation to everyone around the world! look!"

"I know!" The Chinese man in a suit nodded and said, "A signal car has been arranged here."

"Okay!" Mohammed nodded and then winked at the person next to him. A small disc-shaped object appeared on the person's hand, and the person walked around the entire presidential suite with the object. Then he returned to Mohammed and said, "There is no surveillance."

"Let's get the guys out," Mohammed said.

The people around heard this and opened their suitcases.

There were six or seven suitcases in total. As soon as these suitcases were opened, the whole room suddenly became a little cold and forbidding.

Why? Because these suitcases are all filled with dismantled weapons!

And it's not a small weapon like a pistol! All of these weapons are m4a1!

These people took out the disassembled M4A1 in the suitcase and assembled them one after another. Not long after, they assembled more than a dozen M4A1 rifles.

A dozen rifles! What is this concept? To put it simply, with these dozen rifles, it is basically no problem for you to take down a county ax or something in China. You can also try to hit a municipal ax and it is estimated that you can get it in.

Of course, in China, it is impossible for you to have more than a dozen m4a1 rifles at once. China controls firearms very strictly. Although pistols are easy to get, you basically cannot get such weapons of mass destruction. You may only get one or two, and if you are caught, you will be sentenced to at least seven, eight, or ten years!

But right now this is Hong Kong, and Hong Kong is a special administrative region belonging to China. Capitalism is practiced here, and the management of firearms is looser than on the mainland. And because it is close to Southeast Asia and surrounded by many seas, the smuggling industry is quite developed. It is necessary to bring in so many guns. It's difficult, but you can get it done as long as you have enough time.

After the dozens of M4A1s were assembled, these people took out a few body armors from the suitcases and everyone put on one.

Mohammed did not hold a rifle but inserted a silver Desert Eagle into his waist. As for the Chinese man named Zhou, it was easier to have a DV player in his hand.

There were tube-like things at the bottom of the suitcase. Mohammed picked up those things and wrapped them around himself, then handed the remaining tube-like things to Zhou.

"Wait if you find a suitable person, tie this to him," Mohammed said.

"I know" Zhou nodded.

After taking out the other things in the suitcase, Muhammad said to the dozen people standing in front of him, "This is a holy war for our Holy Sword. We will let the world know our terror. We will also let the world know the name of the Holy Sword. To be honest, from the moment I left my hometown, I never thought about going back. Today, maybe we will be buried in a foreign land, but our names will be recorded in history! Everyone start to check the watches!"

After adjusting the time at hand, Muhammad shouted in a low voice, "The Holy Sword Organization's codenamed Operation Dedication begins!"

Everyone showed a fanatical look on their faces and turned to the door.

If there were Interpol here at this time, they would definitely recognize the man in front of them.

To put it simply, this man named Muhammad is a terrorist.