If it was black just chosen, Wen Yiqian could have ordered him to do something stupid and easily catch him.

But if he did that, he would definitely be hunted down by Fang Yu in the most frenzied way.

Even if he didn't die in Fang Yu's hands, these messy things would be difficult to explain no matter what.

No one would believe that Fang Yu had done so much just to compete with Wen Yiqian.

In the end, I am afraid that I will have to walk in the prison cell, and I may even be dragged by Fang Yu to blow myself up, and I can't wash it by jumping into the Yellow River.

It's basically equivalent to sacrificing yourself and saving everyone.

Thinking about it carefully, Wen Yiqian thinks that he is not yet great enough to be like this.

Even if you choose black at the time, it may not be much better.

Thinking about it a lot, Wen Yiqian felt like a pot of porridge in his head.

Thinking that if he made the wrong decision, many innocent people might be killed by himself, he didn't even have the courage to make suggestions.

Looking at the more and more impatient expressions, the director and Li Weiguo, who were one sentence on the left and one sentence on the right, Wen Yiqian knew that there was no way.

If there was another way, he didn't really want to start acting.

On this occasion, once he accidentally rams, Wen Yiqian is basically finished.

However, time waits for no one, and now he has no choice.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Yiqian slowly closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, my head, which had been lowered, was slightly raised.

It was the process of transforming from low self-esteem to self-confidence.

"I have a solution." He stepped out of the RV, stretched, rubbed his eyes, and yawned as if he had just woken up.

"What's the solution?"

Li Weiguo and the director asked almost at the same time.

Wen Yiqian didn't speak, and slowly tidied up his suit.

In order to receive the award today, he also deliberately wore a black suit.

Something like a suit is too temperamental.

Some people put it on like a spiritual guy who shoots the taste of the earth, and some people put it on, and they are so handsome that it explodes.

The previous Wen Yiqian, because he was too inferior and timid, had always been hunched over, with extremely poor manners, revealing a funny taste.

Now he has his chest up, his eyes are full of confidence, and his whole temperament has changed, exuding a peculiar charm.

"Tell me quickly, what's the solution? I'm running out of time. ”

Li Weiguo saw that Wen Yiqian was slow to speak, and asked impatiently.

"Yes, Xiao Wen, if you have a way, just say it, let's brainstorm and discuss it together, don't be embarrassed." The director echoed.

"It's very simple...... Wen Yiqian turned around, looked at the two of them, and smiled slightly, "You just listen to my command!" ”

……

Inside the bank, more than a dozen hostages were tied hand and foot, sitting on the ground in fear, all with a little fear on their faces.

Among them, there were men, women, and children, but without exception, they were all quiet.

The source of the silence came from one of the sturdy men whose face was pale after a bullet had been pierced through the thigh.

Because no one wants to end up like this guy.

There were four robbers, each wearing a different mask and armed with a firearm.

They are a monk wearing a Tang monk mask, a monkey wearing a Wukong mask, a pig's head wearing a Bajie mask, and Xiaobai wearing a white horse mask.

The monkey held it up to grab the hostage, and Xiaobai sat quietly on a chair beside him, watching the time on his watch pass little by little.

The monk stood next to him, looking at the mobile phone in his hand, tapping the screen from time to time, as if he was in contact with someone.

It was the pig's head who had just finished calling the police, and after he hung up the phone, he made an OK gesture to a few people, and said with a big grin: "It's done!"

"What if, five minutes later, the police chief won't come in?" The monkey asked, turning his head.

"It's fine." The monk didn't raise his head, and said indifferently, "Anyway, there are a lot of hostages, and if he doesn't come in, he will kill until he comes in." ”

His tone was very flat, but it made all the hostages present shudder.

"If he doesn't come in, he will lose an official at most." The monkey shook his head, "If he comes in, he might die." ”

He pointed a gun at one of the hostages, "How do you choose?" ”

"I ...... I...... I ...... "The hostages trembled for a long time, and they couldn't say why."

"It's hard to say anything like that." The pig's head smiled, "Anyway, if I change it, I definitely won't come in and send him to death." ”

"And what are you doing now?" The monkey asked rhetorically.

Several people fell silent for a while, and the entire bank was silent.

"There's no signal!" The monk who was looking down at his mobile phone suddenly frowned and looked around, "They blocked the signal!" ”

"In that case, how are we going to contact that person?" The pig's tone was a little anxious, as if he had lost his backbone.

"Why don't we kill a few hostages and get them to stop these little moves?" The monkey makes a blood-smacked suggestion.

"Seconded." The pig's head raised his hand in agreement.

The monk neither nodded nor shook his head, and looked at Xiao Bai, who was sitting next to him and had been silent: "Xiao Bai, what do you think?"

Xiaobai looked at his watch and nodded.

"In that case, let's kill one first, and make an example of the monkey." The monk's voice was still flat, "Monkey, come on." ”

Immediately a commotion began among the hostages, with all those crying and begging for mercy.

"Okay." The monkey pointed a gun at the hostage, "So...... Who should I choose? ”

The muzzle of his gun kept bobbing from side to side, and he seemed to enjoy the hostage screaming sound, "Hmm...... Pick the ugly one! ”

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at one of the men, and he shouted, "It's you, don't look at it, it's just you, the ugliest, sharp, get out." ”

"It's not my fault that I'm ugly." The man hurriedly shrank back, crying and screaming.

Others only regarded him as a plague god, for fear of being infected, and took the initiative to distance themselves.

"You won't come out, will you?" The monkey said angrily, "Then I'll kill you directly." ”

After that, he actually began to raise his gun to aim, looking like he might shoot at any time.

This frightened the hostages, screaming and trying to disperse, but the man tried to cage the others.

"Don't move, don't move......" the monkey kept aiming, and there was a slight pleasure in his voice.

"Stop playing, hurry up." The monk urged.

"Yes." The monkey jumped directly into the middle of the hostages, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against the man's head, and his fingers were on the trigger, "Now, you can't run away, right?" ”

"Spare me, spare me! Please......"

The man's expression collapsed, and a pale yellow liquid flowed from under his body.

At this moment, the shouting of a loudspeaker suddenly came from outside the bank.

Several people couldn't help but turn their heads to look out of the bank and pricked up their ears to listen.