The Hotel

The Far Horizon Hotel was situated in the central area of New Darwin City.

 Unlike most other buildings, it was a hotel converted from a retired old starship, and the Far Voyager was the original name of this old starship.

 This gave the hotel a strong aerospace style, with most of the ship's cabins converted into rooms of various shapes and sizes. Here, people could experience the era of interstellar exploration, where crew members hustled and bustled, bravely battling and forging ahead in the ship.

 To ensure it could fly in the air, the engine section of the starship was retained, but of course, the weapons section was completely dismantled, and some important components were also removed, then laid with gorgeous carpets and exquisite murals, the renovation costs were enormous.

 The side belly of the starship originally housed an integrated particle energy cannon, but after the energy and control systems were removed, it became the reception hall.

 On the front wall of the hotel was also engraved with the history of the starship:

 "The Far Voyager is a distinguished starship. It was built in the year 5852 and is the third-generation galaxy-class far-reaching ship, now sixteen hundred years old. The first captain, David Porter, was an experienced old captain. Under his leadership, the Far Voyager discovered a resource planet on its first voyage. Since then, it has found seventeen valuable planets, including six resource stars and two habitable stars, and three alien populations. The Far Voyager has flown in the universe for more than a thousand years, experienced various risks and disasters, and fought many battles, including three miraculous escapes from death. It is a legendary starship with a rich history. Two hundred years ago, the Golden Palm Group decided to buy this legendary starship and convert it into a hotel..."

 When people arrived here, the first thing that caught their eyes was the massive particle energy main cannon.

This was specially preserved by the hotel, and the huge muzzle looked like a black hole, with an appetite for devouring and annihilating everything. Below it was a section of track for sliding the cannon body. One could imagine that when a star war broke out, this main cannon would slide out along the track under system control, extend its thick muzzle, aim at the distance. First, the energy generator would start to function, continuously gathering energy until the particle energy cannon's rate reached its maximum, then it would unleash its fury and create a huge flame and meteor in the distance.

 Next to the giant gun base was a silver-white long counter, where two cool-looking girls greeted every guest with professional smiles.

"Welcome to the Far Horizon Hotel. Is there anything I can assist you with?" the receptionist asked when two men in black approached the counter.

 "Do you have a guest named Johnny Reno staying here?" one of the men in black asked as he walked over.

 "Please wait a moment." The receptionist, after checking the documents, became serious. She lightly swiped her hand, and a three-dimensional image appeared in front of her.

 After a few taps with her fingers, Reno's picture appeared on the screen. The receptionist replied, "Indeed, there is a gentleman named Johnny Reno who has booked a room here. Is this him?"

 "Yes." One of the men in black looked at Reno's picture, his face slightly changing color, seeming to recall something very unpleasant.

 It was Ted, the one whose eggs Reno had kicked.

 "Has he checked in yet?" the previous man in black asked.

 "Not yet."

 "I'm his friend. Can you tell me his room number?"

 "Room 4622, sir."

 The two men stepped back and nodded to each other.

 More men in black began to enter the hotel.

 They dispersed throughout, appearing casual, not recognizing each other, but standing firmly in every corridor, firmly grasping every passageway.

 Clarice also came in, accompanied by the middle-aged man with the small mustache, two trench-coated figures, and seven or eight men in black. Wrapped in the midst of them, Clarice headed towards the room booked by Reno.

 Arriving at room 4622, a man in black approached and placed a small device on the door. The device flashed, starting to crack the door lock bit by bit.

 The hotel's door lock was a highly advanced access control system, but under the device of the man in black, it took only seven seconds to open.

 Pushing the door open, a trench-coated man entered first.

 Walking along the corridor in the room, behind the sunglasses were two red dots flashing slightly, all the way to the end of the room. The trench-coated man said, "He's not here."

 "Of course he hasn't come. The receptionist already said that," Clarice called out to the trench-coated man.

 The middle-aged man with the small mustache had already said, "Access the system and implement surveillance."

 A man in black took out a briefcase and placed it on the table. After opening it, there was a Invader Brain inside, which was the latest model of the federal Invader Brain with super computing power, a favorite of hackers.

 With the opening of the screen, a row of data flashed like flowing water, and the black-clad man operated quickly with both hands.

 In just over ten seconds, the black-clad man said, "The system has been accessed, and as soon as Reno enters the room, we will know immediately."

 In the background of rapid technological development, monitoring a person no longer requires monitoring equipment, only control of the room system, and everything is in control.

 "Clear all traces and leave here," the small mustache continued to order.

 Everyone began to leave, while one black-clad man cautiously wiped away all the traces they left behind.

 Watching these professionals, Clarice felt a genuine sense of despair.

 She didn't know if Reno would come, but facing such a well-trained group of people, there was probably no hope.

 Just as everyone was leaving, suddenly, there was a commotion outside.

 The small mustache frowned, "What's going on outside?"

 A black-clad man came in, "Nothing, just a hotel cleaner saw us and got a little excited... He said we were trespassing illegally."

 "Damn idiot!" The small mustache had already walked out in large steps.

 At the door, a cleaner with a big beard was excitedly waving his arms and shouting loudly, "You can't just barge into hotel rooms like this, it's illegal! You're infringing on the interests of the Golden Palm Group, I'll call the police, all of you will go to jail!"

 The small mustache rushed over, grabbed the cleaner by the neck, pressed him against the wall, and then took out an ID and waved it in front of the cleaner, "Shut up, you idiot, look at this, we're secret police, if you dare to make trouble, I'll arrest you first."

 Secret police, this was a terrifying name.

 Different from the military police, the federal investigation bureau, and special agents, the secret police belonged to a special organization, but not the military.

 They were directly under the command of the federal government, specialized in executing some internal arrest missions, mainly targeting some big shots, but in most cases, they wouldn't touch the military.

 For anyone, being targeted by the secret police was not a good thing.

 Due to their excessive authority, the secret police were often involved in scandals such as corruption, extortion, and even illegal arrests.

 So for the vast majority of people, the secret police were a group of plague gods, and many people would rather face the gods than face them.

 At this moment, the cleaner with the big beard looked at the ID in the small mustache's hand, his legs trembling with fear.

 "Now, get out of here! Leave." The small mustache shouted.

 The cleaner ran away in a panic.

 Watching the cleaner run away, the small mustache was about to leave when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

 He looked down and saw several strands of beard in his hand.

 The small mustache looked closely at the beard, his pupils gradually dilating.

 He suddenly turned around and shouted at a distance, "Hey, you!"

 The cleaner turned back at the sound, but didn't stop walking, looked at them, suddenly raised his hand.

 He tore off the beard on his face, revealing a handsome face, surprisingly Reno.

 He smiled slightly at the small mustache, his lips moving, although they couldn't hear what he was saying, but looking at his mouth, it was clear that he was saying, "I know who you are."

 Then Reno dodged to the side, and he disappeared into the side aisle.

 "Bastard!" The small mustache shouted, he turned back and shouted, "What are you waiting for, go catch him!"

 All the men in black rushed towards Reno.

 When they reached the intersection, as expected, Reno was nowhere to be seen.

 There were many forks here, and no one knew which way he had run.

 At this point, the small mustache wasn't in a hurry anymore, he said calmly, "Since he's here, he can't escape. Keller, take over the hotel system, I want you to ensure that he will always appear on your screen!"

 Then he raised his wrist communicator, "Attention everyone, the target has appeared. Guard the exits, we can't let him escape again."

 "Understood, sir," the black-clad man who previously took over the room system replied.

 He took out the Invader Brain again and began to invade the entire hotel's system.

 His fingers moved quickly, and the screen flashed with a lot of data like flowing water.

 Soon, Keller shouted, "Success!"

 Countless screens popped up on the Invader Brain, all showing the interior of the hotel.

 At the same time, Keller input Reno's image data into the system, and the next moment the system automatically found the matching face, and a picture popped up, it was Reno hurrying down the hotel corridor.

 "We've found him!" Keller exclaimed excitedly.

 "Send the location and path to everyone."

 "It's already in progress," Keller replied.

 All the men in black's terminals lit up simultaneously, and the entire hotel map along with Reno's location and path appeared on their terminals.

 "Nice job, buddy," one of the men in black patted Keller's shoulder.

 "Of course, I'm a professional," Keller replied smugly.

 "Let's go, let's catch this guy." The small mustache shouted, and everyone ran towards Reno's direction together.

 "Captain, what about this woman?" a black-clad man pointed at Clarice.

 The small mustache didn't even look back, saying, "Let her go, she's useless now."

 No one paid any more attention to Clarice, except Keller, everyone went after Reno.

 It seemed that realizing he had been targeted, Reno looked around, suddenly accelerated, and ran away.

 "He's escaping, changing from channel four to channel five for escape, the path change is being transmitted in real-time." Watching Reno on the screen, Keller said calmly, "You won't escape, little mouse."