"Who do you think these terrorists are? a group of senior electricians who graduated from the American imperialist vocational schools?" (The American imperialist and European vocational schools are very well developed, and they are the same level of educational institutions as universities. Lieutenant General Pugkamp snarled angrily at the communicator, who felt that the speculation of the subordinates of the communications group was too unreasonable.

It's only been more than two hours since the terrorists entered the Aloha Tower, and even if a group of senior electricians were called in, they might not be able to build a conductive metal network covering the entire Aloha Tower in more than two hours.

Besides, where will the raw materials come from to build the conductive metal network? Even the layman knows that such a large project requires at least a few tons of metal raw materials, and these terrorists obviously didn't bring much with them before entering the tower.

As for the possibility of the terrorists being arranged in advance, there is no need to think about it at all. Similar to the previous article, if such a large project had been arranged in advance, how could it have been concealed from the US imperialist police and military? I am afraid that even the tourists and staff would not be able to hide it!

The correspondent found it very unreliable when he thought about it now. The technical consultant and communication expert who secretly scolded the communication group for proposing the conjecture of the conductive metal network estimated that his brain and egg were kicked by a donkey at the same time, and he and other team members were accidentally brought into the cage by his brain-opening technical nerd. So the correspondent quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake, and promised to find a way to restore communication as soon as possible.

The emotional Mr. Lieutenant/General and the correspondent didn't notice that Mo Yudao, the head of the Kidney Deficiency Dao who was sitting on the side, had a thoughtful, thoughtful look on his face.

Because of the superior performance of the "whale roar", Hao Song naturally did not know that the terrorists who he defined as "the five scum of high school physics taught by a physical education teacher" had actually given the US imperialist military communications team a hard blow.

As he was going upstairs, he was trying to control his superiority, one for his own life, and the other for grace. Of course, in fact, these two ignorant people are actually nothing superior, and the real pride should be the R&D team of "Whale Roar".

"We're so flattered that you're allowing us to interview the hostages!" said Anne Hall, carefully thanking the terror leader Filari as she went upstairs.

"Haha! It's a trivial matter, but it's not enough to worry about. To be honest, I can't broadcast it live to the world," Filari said this, with a strange look of intoxication and yearning on his face, and then he came back to his senses and shrugged his shoulders with a smile, "I'm sorry!"

"Hey, don't show such a lewd/obscene look when an uncle doesn't show such an obscene/obscene look! It's easy to misunderstand that you think you're going to shoot a live broadcast around the world!" Hao Song followed Anne Hall with the camera and complained in his heart. (Revealing play, which is the kind of thing that exhibitionist Professor Cesar often does)

"And it's strange, I always feel like I've lost something, and I feel very weak-hearted" This feeling has been haunting the coward's heart since the end of the body search, which makes him very confused, "Is it because an uncle touched his whole body and lost his temperament? No, I should ask: Do I still have temperance?! But why is there no temperament to be weak-minded? Shouldn't a person who has given up his temperament be as strong as a superman who wears underwear?"

Hao Song thought as he approached a revolving door with the person in front of him, he tilted his head slightly and vaguely looked at the two terrorists who were guarding the door with a solemn face, and then entered a side hall through the revolving door.

"Meow!" At this moment, a soft cat's meow as a down sounded, which was very obvious in the still quiet side hall.

The cowardly was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously touched the pocket of his windbreaker, and only after feeling empty did he suddenly turn his head to look!

Hao Song's eyes suddenly widened, as if he was holding back something. However, when the kitten saw him, and looked at him with provocative eyes, and said "meow~", the coward finally couldn't help but burst out with a wave of complaints: "Meow, you wonderful frog seed! I said how do you feel that something is missing, and you are so weak-hearted! As a Pokemon, don't just leave my pocket bracket Pokeball! You think you're Pikachu, hey!"

Apparently, the 30 hostages present, plus 5 terrorists, and a female reporter were all stunned by the sudden outburst of complaints, and several terrorists even subconsciously raised the AK-74 in their hands and pointed at Hao Song.

Of course, there were a few people who realized what was the point, such as Mr. Filari, who frowned and looked at the purple kitten that had suddenly appeared, and his expression was a little gloomy. He pulled one of the side hall guards over and asked in a deep voice, "Where did this cat come from?!"

The terrorist wing guard, referred to as the damp toilet guard, was obviously confused, and said in a panic, "I'm sorry! Mr. Filari! I don't know!

"Dereliction of duty! You two will go and get the whipping 24 by yourselves! Go now!" Filari was obviously very dissatisfied with his answer, and sent the two "dum-phobic toilet guards" directly to eat the whip. Then he looked at Hao Song with a smirk and asked, "Little brother Gracius, you don't remember your name wrong, can you explain?"

"Ahem, no problem. To put it simply, my cat ran out of its pocket before entering the tower. And this clever little guy went straight to find well, my sister-in-law!" explained while pretending to be very frightened, while pointing to Christina, who was surprised, and at the same time secretly used his eyes to secretly send Qiu Bo to the kitten Hao Meng.

"Who's your brother!ah! no!who's your sister-in-law!" Christina retorted with some shyness, bowing her head and holding back her joy. The Lingwang cat, which was lazily lying on the girl's lap, was also given face this time, it walked to Hao Song's feet with cat steps, rubbed his legs, and then was picked up by the cowards and stuffed back into his pocket.

Filari saw it in his eyes, nodded secretly and said: Well, typical duplicity of women, it seems that this kid didn't mess around as for that Pokemon, that cat is really too small so no one notices?

So Filari said to the female terrorist standing beside him: "Let them soak the whip in chili water, well, no, let's use salt water!" Outside the side hall, a few minutes ago, there was a "snapping" sound of the whip whipping the flesh (not the kind of whip in quotation marks~), and the two tortured terrorists were stubborn and silent.

When the woman went out with the order, the "snapping" of the whipping stopped. After a while, when the whip sounded again, it was accompanied by the extremely suppressed and painful grunts and gasps of the tortured. The hostages in the side hall couldn't help but be silent from the sharp pain of the salt water whip hitting the flesh and skin. At this time, the hostages, who had not been subjected to much abuse, understood that no matter how civilized and reasonable violence is, the essence of violence is still violence.

Although Hao Song also felt pain when he listened, he was more rational analysis: using salt water instead of chili water, pepper water, aqua regia or something to increase the punishment, it is estimated that Fei Lali took into account the impact of the punishment on the combat effectiveness of his subordinates. In addition to sprinkling salt on the wound to greatly enhance the sense of pain, salt water can also play a disinfecting role, unlike other messy additives that are purely punishment for punishment's sake.

"It's really a thoughtful and calculating guy, so people have to be vigilant!" After analyzing the goods, he thought he had the truth, and sighed in his heart.

However, at this time, Filali said to another person beside him: "Okay, the saved chili peppers can be fried at noon!"

"Hey, you don't use chili water to fry curry! Don't you fry curry without salt? The brine that was wasted on the whip is crying, man!" Hao Song realized that his speculation had been fed to the dog in vain, and he almost couldn't help but complain again. However, looking at the expressions of the people around him, he could only sigh secretly: Hey~ Compared with ordinary people, our mind cultivators' brains are too big, and their thinking is too complicated, which has a kind of chilling feeling.

"So, Mr. Ferrari, can we begin interviewing the hostages?" asked Anne Hall cautiously.

"Of course! I think you can start the interview directly with your partner's sister-in-law. Filari replied, squinting at Hao Song at the same time, anyone who meets such a cameraman will have some doubts. It is recommended to start the interview with Christina first, and if you find signs that something is wrong, you should plan early.

Hao Song also secretly scolded her mother when she heard this, if Christina accidentally exposed her old bottom, it would be a Chihuahua. But unlike the previous state of weakness, he was bold at this time, after all, he had a spirit king in his pocket as a thug, or should he say that with a spirit king Pixiu as the master, Uncle Spirit King would never watch him die miserably, right?

"This king only needs to make sure that my servants are not hanging, meow~ As for breaking the front claws, breaking the hind claws, or even breaking the life/breeding device or something, this king does not guarantee meow~" The voice of the spirit king Pixiu suddenly came from the sea of consciousness.

"it! Kneel down and beg the king for mercy! Uh? No, after the last time the tiger skin egg ran out of energy, couldn't you take the initiative to communicate with me through consciousness?

"What kind of dog meow (what the hell) and who is the author?" the spirit king obviously had no impression of the "box theory" in Hao Song's memory. It quickly put down this question and answered another one directly, "Tiger skin eggs, meow, meow! The geocentric imprint is indeed temporarily unusable~ But the meal that this king ate a few days ago is almost digested~ The close spiritual connection has been able to do it!"

Hao Song recalled for a moment, then squinted and complained: "Boss Cat, are you talking about the barium meal (referring to nuclear fuel) or the pet hodgepodge?"

["A manly man can bend and stretch, and there is no need for the master or servant to care so much, oh, the queen has called me!