A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

Huey is a room attendant;

This is his eighth year working at the hotel.

I was supposed to be in charge of Fred's class last night.

But he found Huey on his shift in the morning and said he had something to do in the evening.

The position of deputy director had recently become vacant, so Huey agreed.

He and his girlfriend are not engaged yet and have been living together for three years.

He never had the courage to propose, even though his girlfriend was pregnant last month.

He felt he was not ready to take on the responsibilities of a husband and father.

"Are you the supervisor on duty here?"

Just as he was dozing off at the front desk, a burst of neat and powerful footsteps came from the door.

Even if we live in a free America where gun battles occur every day,

It was also the first time Huey saw the special forces fully armed performing a mission.

The dark gun barrel, the camouflage helmet, the bulging jacket with steel plates...

They demanded that the power be cut off and then cordoned off the entire hotel.

Huey was very cooperative;

Although these soldiers only produced a search warrant, they had no authority to do so.

The arriving soldiers asked him to inform all employees to stay in the lobby on the first floor to avoid evacuation and cause riots.

So they heard clearly the screams coming from upstairs a few minutes later.

Then came the second batch of troops, the third batch...

He had never felt that a bright hotel was so scary, and the voice-activated lights in the stairwell that turned on and off looked like man-eating demons.

Smiling ferociously at him!

His legs kept shaking, and sitting in a chair didn't help.

Huey already regretted agreeing to Fred, damn the candlelight dinner on the first anniversary; he regretted not proposing to Marissa and holding a wedding, so that his pension could at least go to her and the child; he regretted...

After the first scream, he asked the new boys to run out of the back door.

But he knew he couldn't.

The special operations force may not be able to solve the problem upstairs, but they can definitely solve the problem of him as the temporary supervisor.

A charge of non-cooperation with military operations is enough.

He had endured eight years, and he couldn't make any mistakes at this time anyway. Anyway, he was just staying on the first floor.

In the next few hours, Huey lived like a year, even if no special operations troops came in, they just blocked the hotel outside.

Until the morning light first appeared, he breathed a sigh of relief,

It should be over. I need to take a good bath when I go back, eat two pieces of toast, and drink a large glass...

"I need a waiter. I heard that you delivered food to the 51st floor?"

"Only once, but..."

The special operations team member chewing gum did not listen and interrupted him.

"Okay, there will be a plate of fish later, you can bring it to me."

Huey was stunned. The day before yesterday was the only time he went to the 51st floor and gave a few plates of dried fish to a cat.

He vaguely remembered that it was an orange cat, chubby and cute.

"but I……"

Because of the generous tips from guests, the deluxe suites have always been a place where Director Fred makes money, not to mention the presidential suite. The day before yesterday, Director Fred got off work early and he took care of it.

Huey looked at the tall special operations team members and the black muzzles of the guns that were surrounding them.

He knows he has no choice.

why me? Why don't you go yourselves? Why didn't you run just now?

Now he regrets the choice he made just now,

Screw the promotion, screw the supervisor, if only they were gone!

five minutes later,

Huey tremblingly walked to the half-open door of the presidential suite, carrying a plate of still steaming steamed sea bass.

He couldn't see clearly what was going on inside, but the room was not dark.

It must be because of the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Report the situation."

"everything is normal."

He had headphones on his ears.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Huey half-bent and freed one hand to knock on the door carefully. The first two knocks made no sound because they were too soft.

When there was no response, he knocked again, but still no response.

The special operations team member didn't tell Huey what to do next, and he didn't dare to ask, so he planned to push the fish into the half-open door and leave.

He quietly placed the plate of fish on the ground, and pushed the plate in against the red light of morning glow coming from the door.

Huey had been holding his breath since he knocked on the door, and now he felt a little lack of oxygen.

It wasn't until he lifted his feet to leave that he saw the orange cat standing on the cabinet facing the rising sun, and finally breathed out.

If it's for this cat, it should be fine.

He was about to turn around when he saw the orange cat's eyes staring at him motionless with an unkind expression.

He felt that this expression was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

So Huey didn't dare to continue turning around, but silently pushed the fish forward a little more, pointed at the fish and nodded to the orange cat.

The orange cat waved its claws unkindly. At this moment, Huey seemed to see an expression of helplessness and compromise on the cat's face.

I guess I saw it wrong.

"Meow-"

He watched the orange cat walk up to the plate of fish, sniffed it, and squealed with satisfaction.

Huey didn't dare to move anymore, he just stood at the door and watched the orange cat break the fish into small pieces, swallow it, and spit out the spines.

Is it so delicate for cats to eat fish? Still spitting out thorns?

Strange ideas popped up one after another.

The expression on that cat just now seemed to be the same as when Marissa was woken up by me in the morning?

He shook his head and didn't think much more. At this time, he could feel that the sweat had soaked through his shirt and made it sticky.

Huey kept staring until the orange cat swallowed the last bite of fish without daring to step forward.

"Meow-"

After eating the fish, the orange cat burped with satisfaction, wiped his mouth with his paw, and prepared to go back to the second floor to sleep in his cage.

Halfway there, she realized that the waiter hadn't left yet.

Oh well, forgive you for once, stupid humans.

She turned her head and waved her paw in a gesture, scaring the waiter half to death.

Then my stomach feels like I'm about to vomit.

The next second, countless heavily armed special operations team members filed out, covered in mucus.

She waved her paw at the dumbfounded waiter again.

He turned around and disappeared up the stairs.

"What happened, what happened?"

Hearing the voice, an urgent question came from the headset.

Huey couldn't stand any longer and fell to the ground with a thud.

He swore that he had just seen the most incredible scene in his life.

God knows how a dozen special forces members came out of a cat's mouth.

This must be an epoch-making discovery in biology. I wonder what award the military will give itself...

Thinking of this, the image of the orange cat waving its claws appeared in my mind again.

Huey couldn't help but shudder. It shouldn't be a threat, right? It should be... it should be... it should be...

"I, I didn't see clearly."

Huey stood up with difficulty, holding on to the door frame, and finally decided it was better not to say anything.

Two minutes later,

Facing the morning sun shining in from outside the well-lit hall, Huey dragged the first unconscious special operations team member out of the elevator.

He felt that now was the most wonderful moment in his life, bar none.

More importantly, he also feels that he has nothing to fear now,

Even if he went home and woke Marissa up to propose, it wouldn't be a big deal.