"Introduce yourself," said the man politely, "my name is Eshraf. Assad, on behalf of the 600,000 souls who died in the fighting of Army A 100 years ago in Syria, I would like to make a statement to you. ”

"This person doesn't look like a person from country A, how can he talk on country A TV." Yang Yiyi asked Sima Aya, obviously, she was not fully aware of what was happening, "Isn't he in this hotel?" Why is it on TV again. ”

"Yiyi, it's better for him not to be in the hotel," Sima Aya said seriously, "You don't move here." ”

Yang Yi didn't know what to do, and looked at Sima Aya cutely, only to see Sima Aya walking towards the door of the room.

Sima Aya twisted the handle of the door a few times and found that the electronic lock of the door had been locked.

"We're hostages now." Sima Aya thought about it and turned back to Yang Yiyi, and she quickly loaded the gun.

"What should we do?" Yang Yiyi asked a little nervously.

"Don't worry," Sima Aya leaned against the door, listening quietly to the movement in the corridor outside the door, "Let's see what he says on the TV first." ”

"If you attack the hotel, the lives of the 478 guests in the Malton Hotel will not be guaranteed......" the television said, "I strongly advise you, Mr. President and generals, to take an inventory of your country's nuclear warheads and see if there is a vaporizer warhead numbered us_nu210122, the whereabouts of which are unknown......

"Sister Aya." Hearing the three words of nuclear warhead, Yang Yiyi really became nervous now.

Ashraf showed a photograph of himself with a nuclear warhead, in which he rested his hand lightly on the nuclear warhead with a soft gaze, as if he was not stroking the nuclear warhead, as if he were stroking a child's head.

"The people of country A actually lost their nuclear warheads, these stupid pigs." Sima Aya scolded.

"I'm in San Diego right now, but that doesn't mean the bomb is ...... in the city," Ashraf said on television.

(Regardless of whether the nuclear bomb is in the city of San Diego or not.) Sima Aya looked out the window, under the tall building, people and cars were like ants that had lost their direction, and there was already chaos in the city, shouting, the sound of car horns, all kinds of noisy sounds kept coming.

(This is a clever guy.) Sima Aya thought that he would not say which city the nuclear bomb was in, so that with just one nuclear bomb, everyone in every city would panic.

"New York, Angel City, Washington, San Diego, ......" Ashraf calmly pronounced the names of the major cities of country A one after another, as if slowly reciting the spell of death.

"There are more than 30,000 cities in your country, so it's like a lottery," Ashraf used the lottery to make an analogy, "Of course, there will only be a few people who will win the lottery, with a probability of 1 in 30,000, but in the face of chance and probability, everyone is equal." In a democratic society, you have always wanted equality for all, and now I give you what you want. ”

At this moment, Sima Aya heard a faint sound of gunfire outside the window. (Could it be that the situation has deteriorated to such an extent that the government of country A still does not implement gun control?) Sima Aya thought, she suddenly felt sorry for her colleagues in country A, in country A, it is really not easy to be a policeman.

Sima Aya suspected that all cities, like San Diego, were now in chaos, and now she didn't know which other cities she could go to.

That's when the hotel's internal communications come in, which is another monitor on the wall of the living room, much smaller than the TV, for room service, or for the hotel to communicate with guests in other situations.

A person appears on the internal communication monitor, looking and dressing, like a hotel manager.

"I'm James Hatton, the hotel manager on duty," the manager said in a tone of fear and trembling, and from the monitor you could see a big man standing behind him, with a gun in his hand, "For the safety of your life and property, please do not try to open the door and enter the hallway......"

At this time, perhaps because he disliked the hotel manager's too long-winded speech, the big man standing behind the manager lifted him from his chair and threw him aside. "Kill people who entered the hallway, do you hear that?" The gun-wielding man pointed a gun at everyone in front of the screen and said viciously.

"Sister Aya, what should we do," Yang Yiyi asked again and again, at this time, Sima Aya did not have a clear idea in his mind...... (Could it be...... Sima Aya paced back and forth in the room, thinking, (Am I going to ask that dead fat man for help.) ）

Sima Aya remembered Fatman.

In fact, it is customary for Sima Aya to learn about the hotel's ventilation system before checking into the hotel, and usually, the ventilation system can be used as a second passage out of the room, but, at present, the city is encountering a nuclear deterrent, what is the use of escaping from the ventilation system and entering the chaotic city street?

After thinking about it, Sima Aya felt that it was necessary to ask Fatman for help, because, a few days ago, in Fatman's "Amphibious Landing Ship" repair plant, in addition to the Bodi jet, Sima Aya also saw a helicopter.

Sima Aya dialed Fatman's phone and explained the current situation to him, "Give you a chance to save the beauty as a hero." "Sima Aya" encouraged, "Fatman Dao."

Of course, Fatman's starting price was also expected by Sima Aya, in country A, business and contracts far exceeded favors and morality, "My side is short of cash flow." Fatman said tactfully.

Before agreeing on the price, Fatman asked another question: whether the terrorists had heavy weapons, such as Kurakhan rockets. "Helicopters, it's no problem to deal with small pistols, but rocket artillery ......," Fatman said, "You know, I'm a sleepy bug, I can't fly here myself, but I can find someone to fly remotely, but I have to think about your safety, and if you hang up, my money will be wasted." ”

"I can only gamble, I'll pay you half of the deposit first." Sima Aya said. Fatman thought for a moment and agreed. "Niu, you have to think about it, in this case, it's your own life." Fatman warned.

"Don't worry, as long as you follow my plan." Sima Aya said confidently, and Sima Aya quickly explained the plan to Fatman.

After 40 minutes, the sound of a helicopter sounded outside the window. At this time, Sima Aya's mobile phone vibrate, and she picked up the phone: "I'm Mai Diwen, a friend of Fatman, and now there are two people on the roof of the building, they have guns in their hands, you have to be careful." Repeat......"

"Roger." Sima Aya hung up the Bluetooth headset and stuffed the phone into her pocket, "Please keep talking." ”

Soon, Sima Aya and the others took their passports, bank cards, a small amount of cash, and some valuables, put them in a small bag, and carried them with them. Then, Sima Aya heard that there was no movement outside the door, so she immediately shot with a pistol and broke the door lock.