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The passengers present let out another cry of horror, which made the bald man very dissatisfied: "Shut up, shut up for me, or I'll kill you all!"

The bald man walked up to the resident, grabbed a middle-aged woman and dragged her out: "It's your turn!"

The middle-aged woman's family was also there, desperately trying to pull the middle-aged woman back, but the bald man walked over and waved the butt of his gun at the middle-aged woman's family.

With a few muffled sounds, the middle-aged woman's family members collapsed in a pool of blood with their heads clutched, and the bald head dragged the middle-aged woman to the center of the lobby.

Patricia noticed that the bald man's selection of hostages was purposeless and completely random.

Just like just now, the bald man put the muzzle of the gun to the temple of the middle-aged woman, and then began to shout: "Guderian stand up!"

The middle-aged woman cried with snot and tears, and kept pleading: "Who is Guderian...... Please, stand up, please......"

No one came forward to admit that he was "Guderian", and it was still the same as just now, and immediately after the bald head was counted, he shot it, and blood and ** were sprayed all over the ground.

While the bald head was shooting, the group of athletes was going through everyone's passports, carefully checking the personal information on them.

"Hell......" Patricia thought desperately about all these things in front of her, and suddenly realized that "Guderian" might not be a name, but a code name.

Because of this, the Nazis did not know who "Guderian" really was, and they did not even know what he looked like. It is useless for them to look through their passports, and if the person they are looking for has the name "Guderian" on the passport, then this person will definitely try to escape, even if he does not come forward.

But everyone present was honestly squatting, not to mention escaping, and they didn't even have the courage to look up at these Nazis.

Patricia took a closer look at the people around her, but didn't find Cang Hao, nor did she find Newscal.

Patricia is not worried about Cang Hao, at this time Cang Hao may have known that he was attacked and was trying to find a way to deal with these Nazis, Patricia was really worried about Newscal.

Cang Hao let himself protect Newscal, if Newscal encounters an accident at this time, Patricia has no face to see Cang Hao again. Because it means that he will lose the first battle after joining the Blood Lion Mercenaries, and he will lose face when he faces other Blood Lion mercenaries in the future.

The bald man was about to choose a third hostage again, and at this time, a dense siren sounded outside.

An athlete ran up to the bald man and told him: "We are surrounded by police. ”

"Well done. The bald man smiled nonchalantly: "It should not only be the police, but also the CIA, I know that someone from the CIA is in Port St. Lucie during this time." ”

"What should we do?"

"Proceed as planned. The bald man said nonchalantly: "Guderian must be found." ”

The conversation between the bald man and the athletes was all in German, and none of the guests seemed to know German, but Patricia understood.

Patricia's gaze searched around again, hoping to see Cang Hao's shadow, but Cang Hao still didn't appear.

At this time, the police outside began to shout through loudspeakers: "Attention people inside, you have been surrounded, please do not hurt the hostages, you can ask us if you have any requests." ”

If it were a domestic policeman, he would have shouted, "Lay down your arms, raise your hands, and surrender immediately." But the police of country M will not do this, because they know that **** will not surrender easily.

Therefore, the police of country M often adopt a more pragmatic attitude, let **** make a request, and then send negotiators to negotiate and try to rescue the hostages in the process.

Immediately after the police of country M shouted, the phone rang in the lobby, and it was the phone at the front desk that rang.

The bald man walked over, picked up the phone, and asked with a smile, "Who are you looking for?"

An anxious voice immediately came from the phone: "I am the chief of the Port St. Lucie Police Department, if you have any requests, please do not hurt the hostages." ”

It is very easy for the police to find out all the phone numbers of the hotel, so they call directly to negotiate with the ****, the problem is that the **** is not ready to negotiate at all.

The bald man laughed twice, "Die!" and ripped off the phone line.

"We forgot one thing...... bald shrugged: "We forgot to cut the phone line." ”

Hearing this, an athlete immediately took action and went to the hotel telephone switchboard, as long as the line there was cut off, the entire hotel phone would fail.

Next, the bald man shook the muzzle of his gun and ordered the guests: "Hand over your phones now!"

No matter what the bald man wanted, the guests would honestly hand it over, and even Patricia had to hand over her phone.

The bald man put all his phones in a bag and then threw them aside, not taking it seriously.

Normally, when **** attacks a place, it should first cut off the phone line and confiscate the mobile phone, cut off all contact between the place and the outside world, this bald group of athletes looks a bit of a layman, and it is not until this moment that he remembers what he should do.

But Patricia could feel that they hadn't really forgotten what they were supposed to do, but that they hadn't taken it seriously. In other words, they don't care if anyone is in contact with the outside world, even if they report the situation in the hotel to the police at all times.

Port St. Lucie is a small city, with a total population of only about 140,000 and not many police.

Patricia suspects that the city may not even have a SWAT team, and needs to be urgently transferred from the surrounding cities, and by the time country M has concentrated enough anti-terrorist forces, the bald man has done everything that needs to be done.

"Now let's continue to play the game......" The bald man snapped his fingers and was about to choose the hostages again, when there was a noise around him.

A couple of athletes shoved a couple of tourists and brought them to the lobby, where they reported to the bald head: "These people are hiding in their guest rooms. ”

"Good. The bald man nodded in satisfaction: "Gather them together." ”

The disguised athletes immediately pushed and shoved the guests to the side of the other residents, much to Patricia's relief, for Newscal was among them.

Newscal was in good spirits and had no visible injuries on his body, except for a slight bruise on his forehead. It seems that the Nazis didn't treat him well, but he also suffered a little.

An athlete pushed Newscar, who immediately said angrily: "Don't touch me, I'll go myself." ”

One of the athletes immediately raised his gun and aimed it at Newscal's forehead: "Old thing, you want to die, right?"

Newscal straightened his suit and said with a sneer, "Please let me die decently." ”

The bald man walked over and looked at Newskar with interest: "You're not afraid of death?"

"As a nobleman, he was never afraid of death. ”

"Aristocrat?" the bald man was more interested: "Are you a nobleman there?"

Newskar had always been proud of his identity, and since the bald man had already asked so, he would definitely say that he was from an old aristocratic family in England.

Patricia was most afraid that Newscal would reveal his identity, so he hurriedly stood up at this time, pretending to be very panicked and shouted: "Dad......"

Hearing the shout, Newscal glanced at Patricia, and was stunned, he couldn't figure out when he had become Patricia's daughter.

Patricia hurriedly shouted, "Dad, don't say anything, come over here quickly......"

As she spoke, Patricia stood up and was about to run towards Newscal.

One of the athletes immediately pressed Patricia with a gun: "Don't move!"

Patricia immediately stood still and didn't dare to move, but kept shouting, "Dad, don't say anything......"

In this way, Newskar finally understands that Patricia is saving herself, and it would be very dangerous to tell her true identity.

However, it is very dangerous for Patricia to come forward like this, and if one of these athletes recognizes Patricia, then Patricia and Newscal are both dead.

The Nazis had long known that Patricia was undercover, and the Gestapo had never shown mercy to undercover agents, and Patricia would die in the worst possible way.

Therefore, Patricia really showed the greatest courage in her life to call Newskar "Daddy".

While shouting this, Patricia kept her head down, not daring to look at the bald head.

However, the bald man still noticed Patricia, walked over and put the barrel of the gun under Patricia's jaw, and lifted Patricia's face: "You just called him Daddy?"

"Yes. Patricia panicked, "He's not feeling well...... Just resting in the room......"

"Are you still pretty? The bald monster laughed a few times, "But it doesn't look like your father at all." ”

Patricia was a little embarrassed: "Everyone else says that......"

The bald man always smiled strangely: "Just now your father said that he was a nobleman, a nobleman of which country?"

"Our family...... Aristocracy was a long time ago, and we are not aristocracy now. ”

"What's your name?"

Patricia was terrified to make up a name: "Klein von Dietrich." ”

"Feng?" the bald man was slightly stunned: "What's your father's name, Adler von, Dietrich." ”

In German history, there was a Junker aristocracy, Junker aristocracy generally refers to Prussian nobles and large landowners, and Junker aristocracy is divided into several types, including war Junkers, court Junkers, parliamentary Junkers and village Junkers. Just from these classification titles, you can hear what they do, some are soldiers, some are royal families, some are politicians, and some are landlords, no matter what they do, they are all family hereditary anyway.

The Junker aristocracy had a tradition of adding a "von" to their surname, which can also be translated as "feng", and the German spelling is "von".

In other words, if you see "Feng" in the German name, you can know that you are from an aristocratic background.