Chapter 145: One Man's War IV

Although from a peaceful point of view, the United States is still a country where terrorists are rampant, and hostage-taking and hostage-taking are not uncommon, but whether it is an ordinary criminal or a vicious terrorist, they will have their own demands, the former is either seeking wealth or revenge, and the latter often has some political purposes, and the United States is a country that likes to advertise itself as democracy the most, if the matter is not big, and it happens that there are people with a certain status among the hostages, for the sake of democracy, these two words can indeed crush the president's hatThe U.S. government often meets the demands of criminals in private, and of course, the frenzied pursuit after the fact will definitely not be able to escape.

But today's hijacking of a Tiffany jewelry store is both terrifying and inexplicable.

As one of the most famous jewelers in the world, although ordinary people in the United States may also appear there, the most frequent occurrence there must be a certain value, and it can even be described as either rich or expensive, more figuratively, this is a group of successful people who have been hijacked.

Smith had already considered countless methods and negotiation methods on the way here, but when he saw the list in front of him, he couldn't help but look dark, and all the countermeasures seemed to be completely forgotten, and the whole person was in a state of confusion.

The list is not long, there are more than a dozen people, and at the end of the list, the name of Ferren Balint is prominently listed, as if it were a finale, and at once the weight of this list has increased countless times.

The American giants, the Balint family, ranked seventh in the Skull and Bones Club, the family is involved in a wide range, among which steel, rubber, munitions, and casinos are the most famous, known as the four pillars of the Balint family, Feron Balint, is the patriarch of the Balint family, although his patriarchal position has a lot of water, the family power is still in the hands of Feron Balint's father, but no one can deny that the name that appears at the end of the list has an extraordinary huge energy.

How long will the father of Feron Balint, the old patriarch of the Balint family, live? After his death, Feron will become the true supreme ruler of the Balint family, a giant who can set off a storm in the United States with a stomp of his feet.

Such a character would actually appear in a jewelry store in person?

Is this idiot really stupid?

Didn't he know that in his status, in addition to eating, going to bed and going to the toilet, he could let his assistant do everything else?

The green tendons on Director Smith's forehead kept beating, because he was too excited, his eyes were already a little red, he struggled to take his eyes off the last name on the list, looking at the others, okay, the others are also not simple, although they are not as prominent as the idiot of Fallon, but the worst are the executives of a large company, among them there is also a noblewoman who is quite famous in American high society, not to mention the finale of Feron Balint, even if the others on the list are rare lineups in the United States kidnapping cases in recent years, and everyone has to deal with it carefully.

"Shit! shit!"

Smith's eyes became redder, and he suddenly crumpled the list in his hand, slammed it on the car window, and said angrily: "What about the FBI?!CIA?!Where are those idiots?!Can anyone tell me why those idiots haven't shown up until now?Can anyone explain to me why I haven't received a single call from my superiors, no, I haven't received a single call right now!Tell me where they are?!Did they all make an appointment to eat shit together?!"

Several police officers near Director Smith looked at each other, and the manic performance of the top boss fell on them, which only increased the anxiety in their hearts, and made the director, who was usually serious and expressionless, nervous like this, and this time the matter should have been a big deal.

In fact, it's not just supposed to, but it's already a big one.

Thousands of lives on Columbia television, the deaths of dozens of police officers, including even a deputy chief of the Washington Don police department, and then the kidnapping of dozens of successful people, and even a quasi-giant of the Skull and Bones Society, which is not a big deal?

In this case, if it were placed in the past, any occurrence would have reached the ears of Mayor Washington as quickly as possible, then to the ears of the governor, and then to the White House, and it would not take more than a few minutes in total, and the White House and Congress would also respond quickly, convey the order directly to the Washington Police Department, and lay out a plan of action, whether it is a negotiation or a storm, will be ordered from above, and the elite of the FBI will also arrive at any time to support.

This is the most normal phenomenon.

But now

But now!!

Smith kept muttering, and the whole person kept spinning in circles, looking haggard and helpless.

Until now, more than an hour has passed since the incident, and he still hasn't received a single order or phone call from his superiors!

The entire top level of the United States seemed to be silent for a moment, and handed over the largest terrorist attack since the founding of the United States directly to the Washington Police Department to deal with it.

What is this?

Smith's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and he finally spoke again, "Bring me another list." ”

The assistant, who was standing near him, immediately re-handed over a list.

Smith's eyes widened as he saw the damn name of Feron Butlin at the end of the list, and groaned weakly.

He knew too well the consequences of Faeron dying here, it was not a matter of whether he could sit in the position of director at all, not to mention the Skull and Bones Society, but the Batlin family would let themselves die overnight, and if the anger of the Skull and Bones Society was counted, they could even directly affect the upcoming general election in the United States.

The little giant of the Skull Club, where is it so easy to mess with?

Is it true that everyone in the United States, including the president, is stupid?

No one can see the situation clearly?

"Get me a horn. ”

Smith forced himself to calm down, looked at the mess on the ground, and said indifferently.

At his feet, in addition to the confetti, there were countless scraps of plastic, which were the horns he used to shout just now, and in the time just now, he shouted at the Tiffany jewelry store five times, but the criminals inside were as if they were dead, and there was no response at all, no demand, no hostage, no response to the police conversation, and there was complete silence on the other side, as if nothing had happened.

Every time he finished shouting, the enraged Director Smith would slam the horn to the ground, and if you count the one he was holding in his hand now, this was already the sixth.

"Listen, people inside, we are the Washington Don police, you are now surrounded, please lay down your arms as soon as possible, take the initiative to surrender, if you have any requests, you can put it forward, I am Washington Ton Police Chief Smith Bond, I think we can talk, I believe we can find common ground, right?".

“”

The answer to Smith was still silent.

In the silence, Director Smith seemed to have gradually felt the other party's crazy killing intent and gradually exhausted patience.

Just when he couldn't help but slap the horn again, an echo finally rang in front of the Tiffany jewelry store.

The hoarse and young male voice was cold and firm: "I have already mentioned the conditions, let Kungunir come out to meet me, gentlemen policemen, my patience is limited, if you kill someone, kill a lot of people and you can find Kungunir, I will not mind at all, like this." ”

"Bang!"

With the voice that had not yet landed, a crisp and loud gunshot suddenly rang out, and the momentum was amazing.

Smith in sight.

Inside a Tiffany jewelry store.

In the position closest to the policeman's advance, a man in a suit and leather shoes burst open like a watermelon in an instant, blood and brains spurted out unscrupulously, and he shot so suddenly that the deceased did not realize the sudden death, and the whole person still maintained his original posture and fell to the ground with a bang.

Screams, curses, curses were heard through Tiffany's jewelry store in an instant.

"You!"

Smith was furious, but before he could react, the loudspeaker in front of Tiffany's jewelry store resounded in that cold and chilling tone.

"Another example, like this."

"Bang!"

Gunfire rang out again.

Another sexy and stylish woman was shot directly in the chest.

The indifferent voice continued, like a machine, cold without the slightest human emotion.

"Another example, like this"

"Stop, stop!

Smith suddenly yelled with a bullhorn.

But the gunshots rang out without hesitation, and they rang out continuously, and another person was shot directly, weighing five shots.

From one lethal shot to five shots, the other party's mood seems to have become more and more irritable, and that kind of tyranny has begun to be revealed undisguised, full of anger.

Even Smith, who is accustomed to seeing a lot of big scenes, is completely cold in his heart.

Under normal circumstances, when he shouts to stop, he can save at least one life, but this routine is invalid here, and the other party's tone is still stable and amazing, which can completely prove that his heart does not have the slightest emotional fluctuations except for killing intent, in other words, these people he killed are as simple and easy as stepping on ants.

How many people do you have to kill to the point where you don't treat people as human beings at all?

What kind of devil is inside?

Who is Kungunir?!How can you provoke the characters inside?

Smith was in complete turmoil, and then he was shocked.

Kungunir.

Is this name the reason for the collective silence of the US government?

Who is this?

Smith suddenly fell silent, and his whole face kept flickering, a little cloudy.

And inside the Tiffany jewelry store, which was in a panic, someone spoke at this time.

There was no fear, no uneasiness, not even the slightest tremor in his tone, calm and composed.

"Young man, are you looking for Kungunir, maybe I can help you, of course, if I am not harmed in any way, I think we can talk. ”

In a hidden corner, Lin Xiaocao slowly raised his head, looked at the hostage who took the initiative to speak, and narrowed his eyes.

It was a middle-aged man from the West, with ordinary height, brown hair and glasses, a pair of gold-wire glasses, wearing a suit without any brand, smiling calmly, and in the eye with Lin Xiaocao, his momentum did not fall behind at all.

Don't fall behind?

Lin Xiaocao sneered inwardly, if he was really carefree, the other party would not speak.

"Say it. ”

Lin Xiaocao said lightly.

"I'm Feren Balint, the patriarch of the Balint family, and if you've heard of this family, you should be able to understand my status in the United States, and I can grant you all your requests, including finding something other than Kungunir, for example, do you need a car? ”

Fei Lun smiled indifferently, but under the pressure of Lin Xiaocao's knife-like eyes, his smile gradually became stiff, and then distorted.

Lin Xiaocao squinted his eyes and waved his hand, "Feel free." ”

Feron smiled and nodded, took out the phone and dialed a number, and the moment the phone was connected, he called out to Mr. Morgan.

The call lasted three minutes.

The content of the phone call is nothing more than that Fallon is asking Mr. Morgan to put pressure on the US government to bring Kungunir here and so on.

After a three-minute phone call, Fallon seemed to get a rather satisfying but not surprising answer.

He put the phone back in his pocket, faced Lin Xiaocao again, and smiled: "If you are a trustworthy person, then I am safe now." ”

"Of course. ”

Lin Xiaocao said lightly without raising his head, but there was a deep thought in his eyes.

I am afraid that Ferren Balint could not have imagined how sinister Mr. Morgan, who had sworn to help in an angry tone on the phone, would smile after hanging up.

London.

In the study of the main villa of Morgan Manor.

Mr. Morgan, who was smiling, hung up the phone, looked at Victor, who had not left his study, and said with a smile: "Look, we seem to have waited for another opportunity." ”