Chapter 4: Hotel Guide

The Oasis Hotel has arrived. Wait for me, Old Lin. The bald man will take the lead, followed closely by the flight attendants. Zhao Jingye and Director Kang will provide support, while the high school students will fill in the gaps. After giving his orders, Tang Zheng slammed his fist against the metal plate of the driver's seat and shouted, "Crash through the hotel entrance, or you will die."

"Your acting is truly excellent," Qin Yan praised, and then turned to the flight attendant, saying, "Hold the metal box tightly, and do not let it get lost."

Kang Songde shared the same sentiment; he believed that if anyone in this team were to survive until the end, it would undoubtedly be Tang Zheng and the taciturn Old Lin, whose every word struck to the heart of the matter. The first to perish would either be the high school student or the flight attendant. As for himself, Kang Songde touched the tight-fitting protective suit he was wearing and began to entertain some thoughts.

Tang Zheng sprinted towards the front desk, where there were three female receptionists, one more than expected. However, this was not a problem; on the contrary, it could save time.

The bald man immediately fired a shot, causing the two security guards to instantly shrink back in fear. The other people in the hall also seemed to awaken from a dream, screaming as they scattered in all directions, seeking cover

"Do not worry about the bullets; someone will come to deliver them to you shortly." This was the first time Old Lin spoke, and it left everyone stunned.

"Who sent it?" Zhao Jingye retorted, feeling that Old Lin was making excuses for the trouble caused to Tang Zheng by the library.

"Nonsense, your family uses flight attendants for robbery." Zhao Jingye cursed, as he remained resentful towards Tang Zheng's commanding demeanor.

"Are you crazy? Are you afraid that others won't know what your destination is like?" The mechanic, sitting in a chair and holding a Type 95 rifle, expressed his dissatisfaction for the first time, shouting angrily at Tang Zheng. The trembling of his legs revealed just how terrified this honest man was at that moment

"What the hell, these Americans are too calm." The bald man cursed, spitting on the ground. In fact, most Americans' gazes were fixed on the flight attendants, as they had been selected from a wide pool and were quite attractive. Some oblivious Americans even took out their phones to take pictures, shouting, "What is this? Are we filming a movie?"

"It's not like that; you are just that way." This reflects the collective sentiment of the flight attendants. Of course, they do not dare to voice it, but the fact that Tang Zheng chose to use them instead of Zhao Jingye, the maintenance worker, or even that high school student, has left them feeling disgusted and dissatisfied. Coupled with the bus hijacking incident, their fondness for Tang Zheng has plummeted to an all-time low.

Rest assured, the Oasis Hotel is only two hundred meters away from our current location at hetushu.com, not even a full stop. Tang Zheng did not want to become the target of everyone's attention; he still needed the cooperation of these individuals. "Bald man, Old Lin, when we rush into the hotel, once I have captured the front desk supervisor or someone in charge, you will fire a warning shot to alert everyone else to leave, minimizing the number of people remaining in the hotel. This will save us a lot of trouble when it comes to clearing out the zombies later on."

The expressions on the faces of others were also not very good; had it not been for the inopportune timing, they would have long since confronted Tang Zheng. Several flight attendants were even whispering among themselves, saying that they had boarded the wrong ship

Two security guards noticed that something was amiss, drew their batons, and ran over in an attempt to stop him, while simultaneously activating their walkie-talkies to call for backup

If one cannot come up with a solution on their own, they should strive to improve upon others' methods rather than criticize and complain. Qin Yan observed coldly, having already made up her mind to firmly stand by Tang Zheng, regardless of what he did, of course, under the premise of her own safety.

A group of foolish women, do they not realize that the maintenance worker and Zhao Jingye are the type to engage in wrongdoing? I estimate that when it comes to threats, they would shrink back and not utter a word. Kang Songde observed coldly, not intending to explain, as Tang Zheng's influence waned, which was precisely in line with his wishes.

The bus driver had long lost his judgment. Upon hearing Tang Zheng's instructions, he shouted "OK OK OK" and instinctively jerked the steering wheel while stepping on the accelerator, causing the bus to veer off the road and dart towards the Oasis Hotel, which was ten meters to the right.

"Call 911 and report that the Oasis Hotel is under a terrorist attack, with at least fifty fully armed terrorists carrying heavy weaponry," Tang Zheng said in English, then pointed to another receptionist and said, "Give me the key to the penthouse suite."

"Are you going to confront the violent forces in the United States? Or perhaps the renowned SWAT? You really are sharp," the bald man said, patting Tang Zheng's shoulder. He took out a cigarette case and smiled, "I have high hopes for you. Would you like one?"

"Open the door." Upon hearing Tang Zheng's shout, the bus driver felt as if he had been granted a reprieve and quickly opened the door, praying that they would all jump off.

Is this your plan? To hold up in a hotel? It's truly laughable; you might as well find a supermarket or hypermarket. At least you wouldn't have to worry about food, and you could also get firearms and various equipment. Zhao Jingye did not find this plan impressive; look, even a casual suggestion from him would be better than this.

"What a load of nonsense. Before we let m.hetushu.com be taken over, let's have SWAT take care of it first. They have snipers and might already be stationed at the Oasis Hotel." The high school student glanced at the driver and said, "With just one hostage, what do you think you are, a terrorist tycoon like Osama bin Laden?"

The entire hall fell silent due to the sudden intrusion of the bus. Before anyone could comprehend what was happening, an Asian man dressed in a black bodysuit jumped down from the vehicle. Following him were two muscular men in prison uniforms wielding firearms. Behind them were ten flight attendants in deep blue uniforms, each carrying a metal case.

The front desk is approximately 1.5 meters high. Taking advantage of the momentum from his sprint, Tang Zheng elegantly flipped over with his left hand as support and leaped onto the front desk, casually wrapping his arm around a receptionist.

Although the flight attendants knew that Tang Zheng was only intimidating the driver and would not actually kill anyone, the ferocity he displayed in that moment was indeed enough to make one tremble

The two places you mentioned lack sufficient strategic depth, and there are many customers. If they all turn into zombies, it would be quite troublesome. Lao Lin noticed the grim expressions on everyone's faces and offered an explanation for Tang Zheng, while simultaneously losing hope in this team, as they were simply too foolish.

"You brat, have you watched too many American blockbusters?" Listening to Tang Zheng's tone, it would take at most three minutes to get from here to the Oasis Hotel. Even if SWAT's response speed is fast, it would definitely take at least five minutes. So you better not cause me any unnecessary trouble; if time is wasted, don't blame me for being rude. The bald man despised those who disrupted the morale of the troops. At this critical moment, still complaining, "If you have time, you might as well get more familiar with the firearms." At this critical moment, still complaining, "If you have time, you might as well get more familiar with the firearms."

The pedestrians, upon seeing the suddenly appearing out-of-control bus, screamed in fright and scattered. A bellboy who had just parked a car for a guest stood with his mouth agape, staring in astonishment as the bus crashed through the revolving door and plunged into the hotel lobby, leaving behind a floor strewn with shattered glass.

"You are wasting my bullets. Also, don't call me the bald man." The bald man rolled his eyes and asked with a frown, "Do I really look like a bad person?"

"Get me a list of guests, the hotel blueprints, and a map of Los Angeles." Tang Zheng ignored Zhao Jingye and directly ordered the last receptionist. There was no time to explain to them now; many established goals were still uncompleted. Moreover, the most troublesome thing was that the sound of helicopter rotors had already been heard outside the hotel, indicating that the SWAT team had arrived.