After shoving a mountaineering rope from a corner of the wardrobe into his travel bag, Tang Zheng and the others practically stripped the security room bare, leaving nothing of use behind.
"This is a good haul." Lin Weiguo contentedly caressed the M9, proposing, "I can give you a crash course on firearms, let's hold off on returning to room 1207 for now."
"I was thinking the same thing. Let's head to the living room and check the monitors to see the current state of the hotel." Tang Zheng walked out, placed his travel bag on the tea table, pulled out some food from the bag, then sat down on the sofa in front of the monitors. Fumbling with the mouse for a bit, he turned and asked, "How do I use this thing?"
"Let me." Li Xinlan, having likely manned similar equipment during her time at the airline's security room, made a few adjustments to the display.
