The police unknowingly arranged manpower in the community, and did not rush to approach Building B 903 before they could not ensure their personal safety, but could only try to collect clues on the periphery.

Time was pressing, and Maihemuti had said that the bomb would explode within today, and it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

The community is quiet, many residents have not come back from going out to work, the children who come home from school to eat at noon and the elderly who have sat downstairs and chatted for a long time are taking a lunch break, and the housewives who take care of them have even relaxed their actions to wash the dishes, and there is still no movement in Room 903.

Geographically, the community is relatively remote, but there are many residents. Building B 903 is one of the middle of the community, and 903 is also the center of this high-rise building with 17 floors, coupled with its good line of sight, from the bathroom window to the outside, the movement of the entire community can almost be seen, fully in line with the requirements of Maihemuti.

The thermal infrared imager showed that 903 had a total of 7 people, three of whom had been curled up in the living room by the window and had not moved, the other three were in the bedroom, and did not move, and it seemed that they were supposed to be sleeping, and the last one was walking around the room, staying in front of the windows of each room for a few minutes each time, and then continuing to walk.

By all indications, Room 903 is most likely the place where the second bomb was planted! And residents who were previously thought to have gone out for tourism have become hostages.

With hostages, things get a little tricky.

In any case, to ensure personal safety as the first element, first find a way to evacuate other residents in the community.

Because Room 903 is facing the exit of the community, the police have thought of many ways to safely transfer them without alarming the criminals. Residents in other buildings, who are not at home, will also be notified one by one by the contact information provided by the property, telling them that the community has just been sprayed with cockroach medicine, and they will not go home for the time being, and the specific lifting time will be notified separately. For those who are at home, the property staff are directly responsible for informing them to evacuate in an orderly manner - of course, by 2 p.m., when they should go to work and school.

The person in charge of monitoring the house was Tiga, and the number of people rushing to the exit in the community suddenly increased, and he was a little puzzled, and when he looked at his watch, he found that it was already 2 o'clock. He breathed a sigh of relief, and stood by the window and watched for a long time, except that there were more people than usual, and these people left very quickly, trotting all the way.

But it's just 2 o'clock and the nod, it's still half an hour, and as far as Tiga knows, there is a good elementary school not far from this community, which only takes 10 minutes to walk.

It's a bit of an anomaly. Tiga hesitated, should he wake Abdul? He turned to look at the bedroom door, and just as he was about to take a step, he stopped.

The events of the previous day are still fresh in Tija's memory. It was also his turn to monitor, and he heard the siren getting closer and closer in the distance, Tiga panicked and woke everyone up, Abdu listened to the movement outside, and even the remote control was in his hand.

How did Tija feel at the time? He will never forget. Not the peace and tranquility that comes from giving oneself to Allah as previously imagined, but fear.

He was only twenty-four years old. Although his childhood education taught him that it is the responsibility of an Islamist to be faithful to Allah and to serve Allah, he also wants to fall in love and start a family like everyone else. He didn't want to die.

Tiga looked at the bombs on the table with some fear. In addition to a piece of C4 provided by Hemuti, there is also the ** that Abdu bought in the past few days. There was a table full of them, and as long as it exploded, they would have no bones left, and the probability of survival was less than zero.

Actually, he should have been mentally prepared for a long time, shouldn't he? He spent most of his life preparing for this day. Why is he afraid?

Could it be, as Abdo taught, that he was always the weakest of his siblings? But why? There are so many choices in life, so many ways, why does he need to choose the most difficult and painful one? Why can't he be led to school by his grandmother or grandmother like the little boy in the dark blue school uniform downstairs? Why can't he just have a proper job and support his family like the young man in the courier clothes who just came in? Why can't he have a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter like the man in the house?

Why, he must be like a dog, when he is alive, he suffers from the eyes of many people, and even after death, he has to bear the charge of murderer, and there is no one to collect the body?

Hehe, Tiga pulled out a helpless smile, where did he have any bones to keep for others to collect? Where does he still have relatives in this world?

Sad? Maybe. He sometimes thinks about where his life would have gone if he hadn't met Maihemuti. Maybe it's still a child on the streets of H City, starving to death before he grows up, or he grows up to be a thug thief or something, going in and out of the detention center, becoming more and more incorrigible, or maybe there are well-wishers who are willing to take him in, give him a home that can feed him, clothe him, and go to school, and become a useful person to society.

Just thinking about the last possibility, Tiga was so painful that he wanted to die immediately, ending his miserable and short life.

"Goo~~" Tiga's stomach screamed again. They had eaten all the food they had bought the other day, and they had not eaten anything since last night.

No one knew how to cook, so three hostages were put to cook, Abdu was vehemently opposed, and they had not been allowed to go out since the first bomb had exploded the day before yesterday, and poor Tiga, because he was the youngest of the people, was assigned to watch the job, and everyone else went to sleep.

Hunger was not the first time for Tiga, so they all thought that Tiga should be the most resistant to hunger. No one knows, it is because he was hungry and afraid when he was a child that he hates starvation the most.

No matter what, if you die, you have to die, can't you still be a full ghost?

Tiga angrily rushed out of the room, certainly not forgetting to put on his hoodie.

He walked to the store next to the community, it would be good to have a cup of instant noodles to eat first, he always came here to buy things during this time, it should be no problem to use them to light hot water, right?

Tiga thought to herself, and couldn't help but quicken her pace, not noticing that there was a pair of eyes staring at him behind him from the time he left room 903.

To catch or not to catch? That's a problem.

After being arrested, the police can learn the real situation in the house, but they risk a lot of danger to be discovered by the terrorists who are still entrenched in the house, if they choose to detonate the bomb, the people in the building have not been evacuated, and the consequences are unimaginable.

If they don't, the police will lose what may be the only chance to make an arrest today, and they will miss this opportunity, and within this day, the bomb will explode, and the police will know nothing but the number of terrorists.