"Are you Chinese?" The man asked in Chinese.

"Yes." Simon said. Simon knows that abroad, it is not strange for Chinese to collude with locals to kidnap Chinese, and it is not uncommon, therefore, there is no benefit in traveling abroad, many people still take their lives, the last time they went to Las Vegas, if it were not for their own ability, they would have died in a foreign country.

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from Star City."

"Good."

When the man had finished speaking, he grabbed the metal hook, and instead of hooking Simon's collarbone, he hooked it under his armpit, and the other black man did the same. The man turned around and picked up the remote control from the table, and the chain rose with a "clatter", lifting Simon more than a meter high.

"You've been kidnapped, understand?" The man said.

"Understood."

"Very well, what are you doing here?" The man asked.

"I'm here for a tour."

"What do you do at home?"

"Work in the political axe department." Simon understood that robbers knew how much ransom they could ask for by asking about their families.

"Haha, it looks like it's rich." The man was clearly pleased.

"Yes, how much do you want?"

The man was also strange that he had never met such a happy hostage, so he took the initiative to ask them how much they wanted, and looked at Simon with a smile.

"A million dollars."

"Yes." Simon replied even more bitterly, "I'll give you two million, and you can give me an invoice for four million kidnapping." ”

Simon was clearly joking with him.

The man's face changed, and he said, "It's easier for you to make money, or *Guo Degang* has heard too much cross talk." ”

"Isn't it easier for you to make money?" Simon sneered.

The man took two steps in front of Simon, raised his voice and said, "Four million dollars, no less, this time must be given to us tomorrow." ”

"No problem, I have a small request."

"Say."

"Can't hurt me."

"Don't worry, money is your umbrella."

"Also, I'm actually here to look for someone, three engineers disappeared here yesterday, one of them is a relative of mine, and we're willing to pay a lot of money, just to make sure he's safe." As Simon spoke, he watched the other party's expression change, and if the other party moved, it was very likely that he would know the situation of the hostage, which was Simon's purpose.

The man's expression didn't change significantly, and Simon was a little disappointed, they might not be the robbers who kidnapped the engineers.

"Yesterday?" The man repeated, thought for a moment, walked up to the uninjured black man, and whispered in the local language, "This man said that three Chinese were kidnapped yesterday and that he could pay more money to ask Mr. Mohammed." ”

The black man turned and walked away.

"How much money can you afford at home?" The man asked Simon.

"Two million dollars." Simon replied very simply.

"Do you know why I left China and came to this damn hot place?" The man said suddenly.

Simon shook his head.

"I'm a taxpayer and that's how the taxes I pay are spent." The man's tone was a little angry.

Simon didn't quite understand, he didn't pay taxes, although he knew about it through books and the Internet, after all, he didn't feel it personally.

The man angrily walked up to Simon, raised his hand to strike, and put it down again, "For the sake of money, I will not hurt you, but if what you say is false, your skin will be peeled off, and your body will be dried and hung on a tree, you know?" ”

Simon nodded and continued to anger him, "Aren't there many of you? Is 20 million enough to spend? ”

The man glared at Simon angrily, and was about to have a seizure, when several people appeared at the door, and Muhammad walked in the middle, followed by several armed men, armed with guns and ammunition, and the two men that Simon met on the side of the road, one of whom wore Simon's watch on his wrist, and the Chinese man hurriedly walked over and reported the situation just now.

"Zhu, it's good."

Muhammad was about fifty years old, tall, with skin as black as coal, with his nose rolled out, his nose hair sticking out of his old age, and his eyes, the whites of which were exposed, which were very striking, and he pushed the Chinese man surnamed Zhu aside, walked to Simon, and looked at him a few times.

"Are you talking about three Chinese engineers and an American woman?" Muhammad asked Simon in the native Yoruba.

As soon as these words came out, Simon understood that Muhammad must have known about the hostages.

"I don't care about American women, I just need three engineers from China." Simon also spoke in the local Yoruba language.

"How much?"

"Two million dollars."

"Two million dollars?" Muhammad looked at Simon with suspicion.

"Don't worry, we don't lack this money."

"The Chinese are very good at deceiving people, if you deceive me, do you know the consequences?"

Simon nodded.

Mohammed pulled out a smartphone and dialed a number.

"Mr. Raga, yesterday, did you take three Chinese hostages and an American woman on my territory?"

"They ran from my territory to yours, and I just captured them."

The voice came from the other end of the phone, Simon's super hearing heard it very clearly, and according to the voice in the phone, he could identify the sound within a radius of ten kilometers, but he did not find it, so it was judged that the source of the sound was outside the range of ten kilometers.

"Damn! The other person's position is beyond my hearing range. ”

It's always a good thing to finally have a clue, though.

"I'll pay 300,000 dollars, and you give me those three Chinese......" Muhammad's voice was very small, afraid that Simon would hear it.

"Three hundred thousand? They are worth five million dollars. ”

"Their political axe will not agree to pay, the person I caught last time only paid 100,000 US dollars in the end, or his family paid, I now have these people in my hands, and I can only give up to 400,000 yuan, you give them to me, I will pay you 300,000." Muhammad was clever.

"I'll contact you after ten o'clock, and if their axe doesn't pay, I'll hand over their current bodies to you." After saying that, the other party hung up the phone.

Muhammad peeked at Simon and never had a chance to close his eyes.

The hostage is dead, Simon is suddenly very sad, and a sour feeling wells up in his heart, it is not easy to go out, and even put his life on the line, thinking of himself traveling in space, although it is the dream of many people, if he is really alone and lonely in space, the sense of loss must be deep.

Thoughts are only in a flash.

Now that the location of the hostages is known, it is possible for Muhammad to tell it.

The handcuffs are metal, and to Superman they are nothing more than noodles. Simon easily broke off the handcuffs, floated off the hook, and stood in the middle.

Cats always have to play around with them before they eat mice!

"You...... How did you do that!? Muhammad said in amazement, his eyes wide open. The others were also surprised, and several armed men pointed their guns at Simon.

"What are you waiting for, shoot!" Simon reminded the other party.

Mohammed took a few steps back, and the armed men opened fire.

"Dada...... Bang bang bang ......" the sound of various guns firing.

The bullets were all hovering in the air half a meter in front of Ximen's body, unable to penetrate the dense nitrogen gas mass, like red dates embedded in the dough.

Bullets hit the ground.

A startled militant drew a knife and stabbed Simon, who dodged and punched the opponent in the head, shattering his head and throwing his body forward for some distance and falling to the ground, and everyone ran out of the door howling. At some point, a transparent wall cut off the exit, and everyone hit the wall and bounced back.

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Thanks to the consistent support of fellow relatives, Zhuang Yan printed a batch of Superman T-shirts for free, and welcomed the penguins who joined the penguin colony or directly added Zhuang Yan. Quantities are limited.