Now the supermarket has been successfully withdrawn from a vacuum zone, there is no one around, the armed police and soldiers surrounding the supermarket are not far away, in the face of two possible situations, there are experts in relevant fields outside to survey the location of the bombs in the supermarket, at present only the bombs buried inside the approximate vague location and the number is very large, the others are not known.

On the one hand, they were dealing with the bomber and then comforting the hostages inside, and on the other hand, they were trying to sneak in and defuse the bomb with the people inside.

In front of the supermarket, the reporter of the TV station is still persistently reporting at the front, and it is bound to seize this breaking news, and many people who see the live broadcast of this news are concerned about the results and the safety of the people inside, and whether the bomb will really detonate.

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Ji family.

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Ji Baimo was wearing a loose dark blue silk robe, stepping out of the bathroom, the white mist inside was swirling, with the fragrance of shampoo and the smell of blood that was lightly washed, and the originally red blood on the bathroom floor was diluted into pale pink water and flowed into the sewer, and there was no trace.

With a faint mist, Ji Baimo's long legs stepped forward, his figure was excellent, but his skin showed a strange sickly white, even the blue blood vessels were faintly visible, the chest of the robe was loose and open, revealing perfectly tight abdominal muscles, and a hideous wound on the chest, this wound was extremely long, aimed at the position of the heart, obviously wanted his life, but from the traces of the wound, it seemed to have been left a long time ago.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the closet, Ji Baimo saw the wound on his chest, his eyes that had always been warm and elegant were cold and full of anger at the moment, his hand touched this hideous and terrible old scar, the tails of his eyes were raised, his blood-colored lips were pursed casually, he casually brushed his wet hair back, and then leaned on the sofa extremely lazily.

Like a lazy and evil fox.

"Everybody wants me to die, huh......" he chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm in his laughter, and lowered his eyes.

It's a pity that those who want him to die died in his hands, the curvature of Ji Baimo's lips became more and more obvious, but he didn't have the slightest smile, he held a glass of red wine in his hand, took a sip, and then the phone on the table rang, and a new message was received.

He took the phone, and the sender of this message remarked that it was named Little Pervert.

Click on the text message, and the first sentence that catches your eye is the first sentence.

Want to see fireworks?

The TV in front of me was just right to broadcast a piece of news.

"Today, a supermarket was hijacked by terrorists, there were hundreds of hostages inside, it is reported that the terrorists buried high bombs everywhere in the supermarket, and put forward a request, before 10 o'clock to box 2 billion cash to him, if the conditions are not met, he will detonate the bomb at 10 o'clock, audience, please see the live broadcast report of this station. ”

Ji Baimo also swept the content behind the text message on his mobile phone, and then looked at the time displayed on his mobile phone, which was just on time, half past nine.

He hooked his lips and smiled, his peach blossom eyes looked unmatched, and when he got up from the sofa, Ji Baimo opened his mouth, as if he was muttering to himself.

"Fireworks, ......"

Brilliant and beautiful fireworks......