Chapter Forty-Eight: A Journalist's Feast (Asking for Votes)
"No, other conditions can be discussed, but this one can't work, I can't be the master. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Since you want her, you should know her identity.
Besides, it's not just me who caught her, but also Interpol. If I hand it over to you, how can I account for Interpol?"
After Song Jiang saw the picture in his phone, the only remaining illusion in his heart was shattered. Unexpectedly, they really came to the Angel of Death.
"Hahaha~ Mayor Song, I think you should figure out the current situation, it's not that I'm discussing with you, but ordering you.
If I don't see her within 10 minutes, I'll detonate the bomb hidden in the shopping mall. When the time comes, I'm afraid the consequences will not be what you want to see, right?" The man's face was a little cold, and his tone began to become impatient.
"You ...... Let me think about it".
In front of these outlaws, he found that his careful thoughts did not make any use at all.
Either fulfill the other party's request and hand over the Angel of Death to the other party; Either they don't agree to the conditions, wait for them to detonate the bomb and kill more than a thousand hostages. Neither of these results was what he hoped for.
"Ah~"!
Just as he was thinking, a scream came from inside the shopping mall. He looked back and saw that a middle-aged woman hostage had been slain by a golden desert eagle in the man's hands.
"Mommy, Mommy, woo"!
After the man killed the middle-aged woman, he grabbed a little girl of five or six years old and lifted her upside down in the air with one hand, her head facing the ground.
"My daughter, please, don't hurt my daughter~". The mother of the arrested girl knelt in front of the man in a panic, crying and pleading to the man.
"Mayor Song, my patience is limited, don't challenge my bottom line again and again. I won't see anyone in ten minutes, so you just wait to collect the bodies of these people!"
As he spoke, he suddenly lifted the girl in his hand high, and was about to fall to the ground.
"Don't hurt her, I promise you"! At the moment when the girl's head was about to hit the ground, Song Jiang anxiously shouted into the horn.
"Very good, you successfully saved this little girl's life, then I will wait for you to send someone with peace of mind."
It seemed that he had already guessed that Song Jiang would promise him, and the next moment, the man put the frightened little girl in his hand who was already unconscious and placed it next to the woman who was kneeling in front of him and begging.
"Daughter, my daughter"!
Seeing that her daughter was free from the man's clutches, the woman hurriedly took her daughter in her arms and protected her tightly, fearing that she would be hurt in any way.
There is no way, the man has already done his part, what will happen in the future, so that Song Jiang no longer dares to imagine it.
At this point, he had no other way but to order someone to bring the imprisoned Angel of Death over.
"Xiao Luo, you take someone to XX Manor and bring the people inside quickly. If anyone stands in the way, say I said it."
Thinking of this, he hurriedly ordered his secretary and several other armed policemen to go to the manor to bring the Angel of Death over.
"Yes, Mayor"!
Several armed police officers and secretaries answered, got into a police car and left quickly.
At the same time, Wu Fei, who was in the sky above Jianghai City in super armor, finally made a decision after a fierce ideological struggle.
This trip to troubled waters
Trip yourself!
If nothing else, just for the 10,000 positive energy points that can be obtained after rescuing the hostages, he also did it.
Besides, as long as he's fast enough to subdue those guys quickly and defuse the bombs, he's ready to pat his ass and leave. As for the rest, leave it to the police to clean up the aftermath!
10,000 positive energy values is the approximate estimate given by Xiao Hei. This is more than a thousand lives, in exchange for 10,000 positive energy points, no matter how it is calculated, it is also earned by the time-space system.
After making up his mind, he said that he would do it, and immediately controlled the super armor to fly towards the Bandung shopping mall.
At this time, the periphery of the blockade of the Bandung shopping plaza was crowded with staff from various newspapers and media. With huge cameras in their hands and microphones in their hands, they pointed their cameras at the armed police and the interior of the shopping mall.
"Hello everyone, I am Wang Jing, the news host of the city radio and television station.
Ten minutes ago, a group of militants took control of the Bandung shopping mall, and thousands of customers were taken hostage. It can be seen from the scene that the city bureau dispatched a large number of armed police to confront the other party.
Now, let's follow the camera and interview what the hell is going on here"?
Many well-known media networks heard that the Bandung shopping mall was controlled by militants, and thousands of customers were taken hostage. Suddenly, he put down what he was doing and hurriedly took the guy who was eating.
For Jianghai City, which is known as the "fashion capital", this is a rare news in a century! If they can get first-hand information and make the editor-in-chief happy, it is not a matter of course to give red envelopes and raise salaries.
So, all the reporters are desperately squeezing in, trying to get more inside information.
Song Jiang, who was anxious, turned around and suddenly found that there were many more reporters at the scene, holding flashes and shooting non-stop.
"Nonsense, whoever asked you to let the reporters in, stop them quickly, don't let them rush into the blockade and anger the murderers."
The incident of the hijacking of the Bandung shopping plaza by gangsters will be known to everyone sooner or later, and he has not thought to hide it.
It's just that these reporters are simply too bold to sneak into the interior of the blockade with a video camera and a microphone and point their cameras at the militants inside.
These guys have a violent temper, and no one knows what extreme things they will do if they are angered.
Therefore, after Song Jiang saw that several reporters from entertainment magazines had broken into the blockade, he hurriedly ordered someone to clear them out.
"Excuse me, Director Hu, how long have you been confronting these gangsters? Are you sure you're going to take them down?"
Wang Jing, the host of the city radio and television station, quickly found Hu Jian among hundreds of armed policemen and hurriedly ran up to interview.
"Ahem, that, it was only about 30 minutes after we received the report to the scene, and the number of gangsters in the shopping mall is unknown, and we are discussing countermeasures.
Please rest assured that we, the sons and daughters of the armed police, will certainly bring the gangsters to justice and rescue the hostages safely."
These are official words, which are spoken out to comfort ordinary people and to cause unnecessary panic. What is the real situation? Journalists still need to find out.
"Hu Hall, aren't you lying?" A young-looking armed policeman next to Hu Jian pouted and muttered after hearing his words.
"You kid, you have a lot of mouth"!
Hu Jian slapped him on the head, and then looked at the camera with a smile: "Please believe in the government."
When Wang Jing saw this, he already understood a little, and took the camera behind him to shoot in other places.
"You kid, what are you talking nonsense? If the citizens knew that our government could not cure these gangsters, they would not know how much panic they would cause! Do more things and intervene less in the future".
After Wang Jing left, Hu Jian pointed to the young armed policeman, and said with a little hatred of iron and steel.
"But didn't you teach me to be realistic!" The young armed policeman touched the place where Hu Jian had photographed him with some grievances, and said to himself.
In the manor where the Angel of Death was imprisoned, because of the presence of the mayor's secretary, and several armed policemen were standing on the side. The guards in charge of guarding easily believed them and subsequently handed over the Angel of Death to them.
When these armed policemen first saw that the Angel of Death turned out to be a cute little girl from the West, they were a little surprised. However, they were also highly trained, and after a little surprise, they escorted her to the Bandung shopping mall.
"Mayor Song, I want to remind you kindly, the time of ten minutes is coming soon. If we don't see anyone, they ......!"
When the man said this, his tone froze, and then pointed the muzzle of the golden desert eagle in his hand like a black hole at the temple of a boy wearing a high school uniform.
"Don't ...... Don't shoot, don't shoot, people will be sent right away"! When Song Jiang saw this scene, he advised incoherently.
Now, with so many reporters from news media and newspapers present, even the host of the city radio and television station came, the picture must have been broadcast live simultaneously.
This means that all the citizens of Jianghai City are now paying attention to every move here. If the other side kills the hostages in their noses, it will certainly provoke public outrage. When the time comes, it will be difficult for him to explain to the citizens and the above.