"Have the special forces fighters of the Haixiang Legion arrived?"

At the police command office, a middle-aged man with a Chinese face and eyebrows like swords asked.

"Report to Governor Ji, Commander Li said that their special forces soldiers are rushing over and told us to wait for a while." Du Haitao wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said worriedly, he had already greeted these gangsters thousands of times in his heart, it was not good to flee to, but he fled to the scope of his own jurisdiction.

"Oh no, Governor, Secretary Zhu, the gangsters asked us to evacuate the snipers, otherwise we will see a hostage killed, and a helicopter will be prepared within ten minutes, otherwise a hostage will be killed every thirty seconds." Listening to the trembling voice of the negotiator in the microphone, Ji Qingyun and Secretary Zhu on the side were full of indelible solemnity and anxiety.

Da! Da! Da! Da!

"All squat with my head in my hands, or I don't mind putting a few holes in you!"

Looking at the panicked hostages, a gloomy man in the hidden corner held a G36 submachine gun in his hand, raised his gun and fired a few shots upward, with a violent intent, roared angrily, frightened more than 50 hostages in the central area of the commercial building almost paralyzed on the ground.

Bang! Bang!

There were even a few panicked people who wanted to escape, and they were directly hidden on the other side, armed with an AK47, the hawk-eyed man fell with two shots, one of the hostage customers was shot in the waist and fell to the ground, and the other was shot in the thigh and fell to the ground.

"I'll say it again, squat down with your head in your hands, or the bullets will hit your heads!" The man with a gloomy face holding a submachine gun, like the boss of this group of outlaws, shouted in a cold tone.

The hostages, who intended to flee in panic, immediately squatted down, holding their heads in their hands, and did not dare to look at the gangsters, they were already paralyzed and fell to the ground with fright, their faces were even more pale and weak, their bodies trembled violently, and their eyes were full of fear.

"Fuck, you have 8 minutes left, and if you talk nonsense here, I'll hit you right away."

Da-da-da-da!

The gangster, armed with a submachine gun, walked in front of the negotiator and pulled the trigger.

Noticing the bullet marks at a distance of one meter, he almost didn't scare the police negotiators, knowing that it was useless for him to say more, and if he continued to persuade them, he might provoke the gangsters to become ferocious and do something that endangered the hostages.

"Haven't the special forces soldiers assigned by Commander Li arrived yet?" As the minutes passed, the officers of the command office were already in a cold sweat, and all their hopes were pinned on the so-called special forces fighters.

Chirping......

With an explosive grinding sound, a military off-road finally appeared on the periphery of the Wall International Trade Center, and at this time the periphery was already a row of police cars that could not be drained, and the alarm was blazing into the sky.

"It's coming, it's coming." Looking at the military off-road that suddenly appeared outside the cordon, the command officers of the temporary command came out one after another.

"Is that you?" Ji Qingyun looked at the wind kneading snow from the car, and his voice was blocked, and he always wanted to find an opportunity to thank Feng Kneading Snow, but when he found Ji Baobao and looked for Feng Kneading Snow again to thank him, he found that all his information had been destroyed, even if he used his governor's authority, he still couldn't find a trace, as if the wind kneaded the snow had evaporated.

"Hey, Governor Ji, I haven't seen you for a long time, have you found Ji Baobao?" Feng Rubbing Xue also greeted him with a grin, not caring about his official position at all.

"I've always wanted to say thank you to you, but now is not the time, by the way, Instructor Li, is your team here?" After Ji Qingyun responded to the wind and snow, he asked Li Leling directly.

"What team? Isn't he? You talk to him about it and let him figure it out. Li Leling said in an astonishing voice.

"He? Just one person? The conductors felt like they were spinning around, as if they were being played.

"What else to introduce, hurry up and give me two pistols full of ammunition, really, just for this to disturb people's dreams, I don't know if this is immoral?" The wind rubbed the snow with disdain.

Indeed, in the era of national martial arts, guns and the like are no longer any threat to them, as long as it is not a mushroom-type nuclear warhead, even if it is rocket artillery, it is no threat to the assassins of the national era, because before you bombard, you have already been killed to the ground.

Hearing the complaint of the wind and snow, the face of the command officer on the side twitched slightly unnaturally, and he was about to refute, but was cut off by the sudden voice from behind.

"Dad, you've gone too far, you didn't tell me about such a big thing, you know, I'm also a police officer." The sudden sound also startled the wind and snow, wasn't she in the game when I went offline? How did I run out.

"Nonsense, it's not a play house now, hurry up and go back to me." Looking at Ji Xiaoyi, who suddenly ran to the scene, Ji Qingyun complained, intending to send Ji Xiaoyi away from the scene.

"Hmph, don't go back, I must bring this gangster to justice." Looking at Ji Xiaoyi, who has a sense of justice and "big nerves", not only was the wind rubbing the snow, but even the officials on the field couldn't help but twitch, if it wasn't for Ji Qingshan's official authority, he would have been ordered to retreat a long time ago.

"Governor Ji, Secretary Zhu, it's not good, a hostage has been injured." The negotiator hurried over and gave feedback.

"This group of gangsters is too rampant, it seems that when necessary, we have to take the means of forcible attack, Instructor Li, do you have any good suggestions?" The wrinkled middle-aged man beside Ji Qingyun suddenly became angry, and then asked politely, just give Commander Li face, he doesn't believe that at such a critical moment, a special soldier can play any role.

"Hey, you talk a lot, do you want to save this person, hurry up and give me two pistols, I have to go back to sleep." Feng Rubbing Xue said impatiently, if he wasn't afraid of the horror of the world, he would have acted a long time ago.

Grab with your hands to deal with gangsters who are armed with submachine guns and above? Is it naïve? Or ignorance? Hearing the sound of the wind rubbing the snow, the commanding officials on the field all scoffed, and fell next to Ji Xiaoyi's ears, like a ghost, staring at the face of the wind and snow, always feeling that he had seen it somewhere, and there was a feeling of déjà vu.

"Give it to him!"

The two Type 54 pistols were transferred to Feng Knead's hands, and the others only hoped that the so-called special forces would not make any demon moths.

"This is the map of the Wall International Trade Center, you can study it."

But before they could hand it over, Feng Qian Xue had already crossed the cordon and ran over from the other side of the mall.

"It's that bastard!" Looking at the figure that disappeared around the corner, Ji Xiaoyi's heart trembled, and while everyone was distracted, he followed the wind and snow away, this move frightened Ji Qingshan and wanted to follow, but was stopped by everyone.

"Report to headquarters, Team A sniped and found someone breaking in, please instruct."

"Received, Team A, please note, he is Haixiang special, fully assist him, Team B, as soon as the gun goes out, you must pull out the poisonous snakes around the hostages as soon as possible."

"Team A received!"

"Team B received!"

......

"Just fourteen gangsters? It's not fun! As for the location of the gangster, under the perception of the wind and snow, it was deeply imprinted in his brain, and he didn't know if it was strengthened by the heart of the gods and demons again, and the perception had reached a range of nearly forty meters, and even he himself was slightly frightened.

The wind in the corridor rubbed the snow, and he unhurriedly took out the prepared muffler from his pocket, and when he turned it, it was already on the muzzle of the Type 54 pistol.

Sensing the gangsters guarding the passage, the wind and snow below the floor calmly pulled the board machine upward, and the bullets with spiritual power attached to the wind and snow were like tracking bullets, and they were accurately turned into the gangster's forehead, and the plasma gushed and announced death.

At the moment when he fell to the ground, the wind rubbed the snow and jumped lightly, instantly grabbed his back collar, and slowly fell to the ground, so as not to alarm the rest of the gangsters, and the wind and snow could not guarantee that no hostages would die.

This group of gangsters waiting for the helicopter did not know that behind them, a grim reaper was holding a blood-dripping scythe in his hand and approaching them step by step.

At this time, in the Wall International Trade Hall, fear has spread, and many hostages have collapsed!

Under this invisible fear, finally someone couldn't bear it anymore, stood up, and said loudly and in fear: "Let me out, beg you, you can ask for as much as you want, what I have is money, I give it to you, I give it to you, I don't want to die, please let me out!" ”

Standing up was a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears, a businessman who was beating him, and his emotions seemed to be completely out of control, shouting at the gangsters.

"Squat down for me! Don't want to live anymore, do you? One of the gangsters, armed with a slight charge, pointed his gun directly at him, and shouted murderously.

"I'm going out, I don't want to die here!"

The businessman's tense nerves had already broken through the critical point, and he couldn't bear the terrifying feeling of waiting for the arrival of death, screamed sharply, and rushed out desperately towards the outside of the Wall International Trade.

"Look for death!"

The gangster with a micro charge rushed over with an arrow, and his left hand directly clamped the businessman's throat, and directly lifted it, and the muzzle of the micro charge in his hand was against his chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang out, blood splattered!

Looking at the businessman who fell to the ground, the blood gushing out of the bullet holes shocked the other hostages in the field, and the hostages who were originally in a little commotion were frightened to the point that their faces were bloodless, and they fell to the ground again, their limbs twitched, they were completely desperate, their eyes were dull and empty, and they could not see any hope of survival.

The moment the gunshot rang out, the wind and snow in the sneaking, the pace was stagnant, the deep eyebrows were locked, and in the Type 54 silenced pistol, two bullets were fired again, mercilessly penetrating into the heads of the two gangsters.