When Edward Miero held Filari hostage with a series of actions that would be difficult for the average erect bald orangutan to react to, and arrogantly declared to the terrorists that he wanted to rob them, the terrorists reacted with a mixture of rage.

However, when the tyrant said, "Lao Tzu will feed him 'Pork from a boar that was blown up drunk/killed by chrysanthemums!'", the expressions of all the Muslims present instantly became wonderful. That's like the frightened expression on her face that revealed her ears and three views being brutally raped at the same time after explaining in detail to a pure little Lori. For Muslims, Edward's diabolical curse was too devastating...... So much so that they were all stupid, and even a few of them couldn't help but vomit sour water!

At this moment, the gunfire outside the side hall suddenly became closer. Dizzy and swollen like a pig's head, Mr. Filari finally came to his senses and hissed and commanded: "Leave me alone, death and disgrace will only be glory for Allah's servants!

This sounds righteous and awe-inspiring, but Hao Song knows that this guy is saying beautiful things to boost morale, which is really cunning. The current situation is that Eduard Mierro's side has Filari in control, but there are still 51 (or 50?) hostages under the control of the other side.

Do you think it's like exchanging brown pandas for 50 grass and mud horses? For a modern society that stresses human rights and equality, that is obviously impossible, at least on the surface. Therefore, using Filali's life and temperance/to blackmail, in fact, you can't do anything to the terrorists, at most as a personal amulet to temporarily save your own life, and then disgust them.

When the terrorists heard Filari's death-defying speech, their spirits were lifted and they acted as if they had suddenly been electrified. Except for two angry and frightened guys who continued to point their guns at Edward and Hao Song, the others began to arm their defenses and let the hostages crouch in front of them as meat shields. At this time, he put away the pretense and nakedly took the hostages to block the guns, regardless of the so-called "ensuring the safety of the hostages' lives".

At this time, the two ruffians of the thug group happened to arrive at the corner of the glass wall of the side hall, and they were caught by the helpless dense defense of terrorists and hostages. King Kong and Oak Stump subconsciously aimed at the terrorists who were coming up and opened fire, but all they did was screams from the hostages and dozens of bullet holes surrounded by dozens of cobweb cracks in the glass, "It's bulletproof glass again! it can't be destroyed for a while!" the two thought angrily.

So the two soldiers who showed half their heads in the corner of the wall and a group of terrorists with guns in their arms were staring at each other through the bulletproof glass in the side hall, and there was a strange sense of joy. Soon, Oak Stump suddenly saw a terrorist secretly raise the sniper/shotgun in his hand, so he quickly pulled the Night King Kong back in.

There was a stalemate for a moment, and then the Urine Bottle and the Flower Chief also appeared behind them, and the Flower Chief, with a standard lewd face, muttered, "I ran away with the Night Pot White, and the other roads leading to the side hall were blocked by them." Sao didn't seem to have a problem with the new nickname of "Night Pot", and just nodded expressionlessly.

Oak Stump was quick to explain the situation: "There is still a ridiculous layer of bulletproof glass here, and the small door next to the revolving door is blocked. If you want to break in, you can only use the revolving door, or force the glass as before. In either case, they will be exposed to their sniper/shotgun crosshairs. You know, high-powered sniper/strike bullets can penetrate bulletproof glass. ”

Hearing this, Chief Flower scolded, "Isn't that going to be a confrontation again??Is there a difference between this fucking and the situation before the breakthrough?......!"

Night King Kong heard the sound of running getting closer and closer, looked back and said happily: "At least now our thug group is the first to arrive, and it has a lot of face!"

The other three looked back and saw the soldiers coming down from the top floor, as well as the special police officers coming up from the bottom floor, as if they were running a 100-meter race, rushing in a hurry, especially the sad special police who were desperately climbing the building and had to fight, their faces were red and red like pig's liver, and they were panting like idiots. It seems that either the mood is too high and the physical energy is consumed too quickly, or the usual time is really too idle, and the physical training is a bit wasted.

Whether it was a soldier or a special police officer, when he saw the four members of the "non-stop" thug group who were looking at him for a long time in front of him, his face instantly became ugly. Thinking about it, these four ruffians are notorious and famous in Honolulu, but they were able to come out on top in this anti-terrorist operation, doesn't that mean that other "disciplined" soldiers and policemen are imbecile? So when a group of comers approached and realized that the matter had not yet been resolved and the terrorists were still resisting stubbornly, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and secretly said, "I can still make some achievements to save it!"

When the highest-ranking lieutenant in the room learned about the pain in the eggs, he made up his mind and said, "You can't keep your eyes open like this and continue to throw rat traps! We must communicate with them! Before that, ask for instructions...... "It seems that I am going to ask our esteemed lieutenant/general."

However, Ye Jingang only listened to the first part of this, and then interrupted loudly: "No problem! Just leave it to Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu has a loud voice!" After speaking, regardless of the reaction of other people, he shouted into the side hall: "Shrinking turtle!!!

Hao Song, who was standing beside Edward at the moment, was thinking about something, and when he heard the funny speech of the Night King Kong, he grinned, and replied loudly with a very playful expression: "Brave mouse!

Night King Kong was furious and scolded: "Fart! There is a kind of you coming out! Lao Tzu and you are alone!"

Hao Song immediately returned the color: "There is a kind of you coming in! I promise not to kill you!"

"You come out!"

"You come in!"

Above "......" omitted a bunch of meaningless brain-dead cannons.

The onlookers were speechless for a while, feeling that they were just watching and listening to these two childlike innocences, or childish psychosis, their faces and ears burned in panic, and their shame continued to rise.

Finally, the lieutenant, who couldn't hold back the intense shame in his heart, ordered the pee bottle and the others to cover the mouth of the night King Kong, and began to ask his superiors. Hao Song, who did not receive a response, continued to shout with the attitude of a victor: "Don't you dare to make a noise, right? If you dare to come in, you will be beaten!

The surrounding terrorists all looked at this smug guy with a very painful face, and said to themselves: Enough! Do you think it was a street thug who was scolding each other just now? Aren't you a special gang with the guys outside? Just forcibly represent us and the military's brainless voice! This passage must not be recorded! It is simply a shame of the Islamic State jihad!

However, Mr. Filari, who was carried in Edward's hand like a rabbit, saw Hao Song's squinting eyes and a playful expression up close, which was obviously not the expression that an ordinary brain-disabled young man should have. (So is he a very unusual brain-dead young man?) and considering that after the appearance of the US imperialist personnel, they did not get in touch with each other at the first time.

"Just now I directly identified these two guys as people from US imperialism. Now it seems that I am thinking too simply, in this way, maybe ......" Mr. Filari mused secretly, not knowing that Hao Song was already watching from the side.

"Foreshadowing is complete!" Hao Song said secretly, and then cleared his throat with a "cough" to attract Filali's attention, but he was still thinking...... "Cough, cough, cough!" Hao Song coughed a few more loudly.

"What's wrong? Is it really because you're standing in the bar, surrounded by alcohol and your throat is itching?" said Edward Miero with an excited expression of "Brother, you are really from my generation". As he spoke, he lifted a large bottle of foreign wine from his feet, and in the rather majestic bull-shaped bottle, the pale yellow liquid was glowing with seduction.

The tyrant Edward seemed to have coveted these wines for a long time, and he didn't wait for Hao Song's consent to pinch two fingers with one hand, and actually opened the bottle with ease! Edward was stunned when he saw this, leaned closer and sniffed, licked his lips, and then said with some confusion: "Huh? It's a little warm, it seems to have been opened, and it smells a bit like horse urine! It's a little sweet!"

Hao Song was thinking about "seducing" Filali, but he didn't plan to pay attention to him. But when he heard this, he couldn't help complaining, and he said lightly: "It's as if you've already drunk it." Taste the air with your tongue, are you a reptile?And I'm sorry to tell you, the demeaning name of wine is horse urine!

"With my acuity, if I collect a little volatile gas molecule, it's like drinking it myself!" said Edward Mierro, righteously defending himself.

At this time, Mr. Ferrari was finally attracted by the chat between the two of them, and when he turned his head, he saw the bottle of wine that Edward had grabbed in his hand and was holding it on the side of his face, and suddenly changed color and said, "Put this down quickly!

Edward glanced at him and said calmly, "You Islam forbids alcohol! I know, and I don't plan to give you a drink. Although this wine seems to be very bad. ”

"No! this thing really can't be drunk! it really ......" Mr. Ferrari gave a rare look of agitation, as if he wanted to stop talking.

"Could it be that this is still the holy water of your Islam or something?" Even Edward Mierro could see that Mr. Ferrali's expression was wrong, and he sniffed it carefully, frowning and guessing, "But the taste is really just a little sweet horse urine!"

Mr. Filari's face turned pale when he heard this, and he asked tremblingly, "Is it difficult...... Have you drunk it?!"

"Poof!hahaha!" Hao Song, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally couldn't help laughing, and asked with a look of understanding on his face, "You've blocked all the other roads leading to the side hall, right? It's been almost half an hour since the attack began." Who else is estimated to have diabetes...... This expression looks like you! Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Horses also have three urgency! Hahahaha!"

["Obviously, opening up one's five senses, which are too acute, can sometimes lead to very bad experiences. ― Grexiu S. Hao]