Song Heping climbed out of the hotel's second-floor window and then jumped down to the first-floor balcony. After checking his surroundings, he didn't spot anyone chasing him.
This side of the hotel was not the main entrance; he guessed that his pursuers were probably searching for him in the lobby or the underground parking garage.
If not now, when?
The balcony was only about four or five meters above the ground. Song Heping leaped and landed firmly on the grass, got up, dusted off his hands, and ran towards the back exit of the hotel.
Soon, he passed through the rear door into the street, looked back at the hotel, figured out the general direction, and moved briskly along the wall on the right side of the street known as Nafa Road.
Not far along, an SUV appeared behind him.
Song Heping immediately became alert and reached for the pockets of his cargo pants. In the right pocket was a Glock 17 he had taken from Blondie, and in the left pocket were three magazines.
