After shouting these words, Sanchez's movements stopped. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a gun on the couch pointed at his eye, which meant that the other party was aiming at the head.

The others blocking the door quietly retreated, their rich combat experience telling them that if Sanchez was alone, he might hide from it.

But he dodged, the bullet would hit someone, and in order to cause unnecessary casualties, avoiding it was the best option.

Sanchez's hand holding the gun remained motionless, even if he was pointed at the gun, the expression on his face did not change, and he asked, "You are not Terry Nicholas, where is he?"

"My name is McVeigh, why do you know only his name and not mine?

I should have written my name on the letter.

Envy Nicholas, who can be seen on TV every day. ”

The other party was a young man with yellow hair, about twenty-five years old.

There is a gap between the two front teeth, and with not handsome facial features, they look ordinary together.

He lifted the quilt, he was wearing nothing, he was slippery, and his upper body was tied with a string of bombs like red firecrackers, and a round blue light was lit in the middle, which made people can't help but think of Iron Man.

The man named McVeigh continued, "Guessed you were coming, the FBI, or the CIA?"

Wow!

A word of advice, in addition to me, there are bombs in other parts of the building, as long as I press the ...... this button.

Boom!!

So be careful, don't go off fire. ”

As he spoke, McVeigh leaned over and picked up the ...... that had been placed on the coffee table The TV remote control, pulling the antenna, with a presumptuous smile, is a little crazy.

Most of the bombers are neurotics who want to be famous.

Sanchez understands that he has caught the murderer of the bombing of the government building the day before yesterday.

Seeing McVeigh's action with the remote control just now, it's not that he can't stop him, but before he understands the type of bomb, acting impulsively will be bad.

Glancing to the door to the left, there was a man looking out through the crack in the door, and the half of his face was very similar to the published photograph, and it was Terry Nicholas himself.

The corners of his eyes are downward, and the corners of his mouth are downward.

Obviously laughing.

But unlike the smiles of others, Nicholas was purely tugging at his muscles, very stiff, slightly terrifying.

He doesn't feel happy himself, he is purely "imitating a smile", judging by the sound of rushing water, he should be pouring himself coffee or water.

Several other people at the door, one went out to inform the police, and the others pointed their guns at Nicholas and McVeigh.

Sanchez was a little restless in his heart, if the other murderers were caught, they would definitely resist or escape, and these two were too calm.

I don't know if he has no idea of running away at all, or if he has a back hand that can leave, he said to Nicholas: "You come out, don't plan to resist, you can't escape." ”

Nicholas obediently walked out, glass of water in his hand.

The expression on his face was still smiling, as if the guns at the door were not pointing at him.

The nightgown was open, revealing the skin on the chest as if it had been scalded by boiling water, and a large patch of red flesh protruded, which was in a terrifying shape.

He sat on a chair and crossed Erlang's legs, pulled his nightgown to cover the wound on his chest, raised his head to drink the water in the cup, and wiped the cup with a dry cloth.

The two sides pointed their guns at each other, one crazy and the other nervous.

Only Nicholas seems to be living in another world, not seeing the scene at this time, and doing his own thing.

Sanchez didn't say anything, McVeigh was dissatisfied, and he was sure that these people didn't dare to shoot, and he turned his head with interest and said, "Hey, hey, hey, Terry, where's your gun?"

Damn, didn't I buy one for you, don't use it now, keep it and bring it to the coffin later!

Sorry, Mr. Policeman.

My friend doesn't have a good brain, so it's time to talk about the conditions.

I'll spare the occupants of this building, and you help me prepare a helicopter and a million dollars in cash.

Buying bomb materials used up all my money, otherwise I wouldn't have lived in such a rotten place if I died, and the water in the toilet couldn't be flushed, it was disgusting!"

Sanchez heard the other party think he was a police officer and did not explain.

The real police are verifying other reports, the governor and the president have jointly issued an order, and the police from several nearby cities have also rushed to support, and they should be able to come here soon after working overtime to search these days.

It's safe to take out McVeigh before he can get started, but not sure you can't get him from pressing the button.

Sanchez plans to stall until the bomb disposal experts dismantle the other bombs in the building.

According to McVeigh's practice in the government building the day before yesterday, there is an extremely high probability that this building will be bombed, and he has experience in blasting.

But McVeigh didn't intend to let him get his wish, and continued: "Hey, you're trying to delay time?

I'll just give you an hour to prepare the terms I said, don't expect those idiots to defuse the bombs I put in, there are so many buildings around, do you know why I chose this broken building?

The Oklahoma City gas pipeline passed through the building, and I can tell you that I welded the bombs to the pipes.

You can tear it down, but if there is a slight mistake, then half of the city will be buried with us!

You're just a rice worm on a government salary, so you won't lose your life for us, right?"

Sancheston had a headache, and he couldn't do anything about this madman at the moment, and said, "Well, I'll go and ask the sir."

At this time the bank is closed, a million dollars is a bit of a hassle, give us three hours to prepare. ”

"Two hours, I'm going to see those in two hours.

No one in this building is allowed to be evacuated, I'll be watching from the window. ”

"Okay, you wait......"

Sanchez stepped back, put away his gun and hurried downstairs.

Hearing an FBI executive asking a question, he ignored him directly and asked Han Xuan on his mobile phone to ask for a solution.

In Sanchez's eyes, Han Xuan has the most ghost ideas......

The other side of the globe.

The small fishing boat floated alone on the surface of the sea, and Gabriel was pressing a man's head into the water.

The man struggled desperately, and when his head was pulled up, the cough was heart-rending, and the sea water and tears were mixed together.

He cried out, "Why, why are you doing this to me!"

Han Xuan sat on the side of the boat holding a fishing rod, swaying with the breaking waves, and said calmly: "Why did I do this, don't you know?"

I have warned you not to approach Lady Cecilia again.

I'm going to let you go, Isabelle Koch, that's a familiar name, right?

Also, Johnny Kardashian, a British potter, died a few months ago, and you're lying to my friend's mother for a fool.

To bully Doloris is to bully me, she doesn't want you to be her stepfather, then you will never be able to be.

You say, if you cut it in the palm of your hand, would those sharks be interested in you?"

Johnny forgot to cough for a moment, for fear of what this crazy kid would do.

Looking at the knife-like dorsal fins not far away, cutting across the sea, he shook his head desperately: "No! I'll leave right away!

Leave me alone, let me go, woo ......" (To be continued.) )