When Hao Song and Edward talked about the "Creation Sage", the word "Sage" jerked Mr. Filari's consciousness out of the mush, and then he listened to the conversation between the two in a daze.

At this moment, Mr. Filari was exhausted and could no longer bear any psychological blows. And his fighting spirit has completely disappeared, and he has no strength to resist, but he still wants to lose clearly. So while Hao Song recalled the past of the pit father and was in a trance, he asked weakly, "How did you determine that the detonator was on me?"

The coward came back to his senses from the unpleasant imagination, and his mood was very unbeautiful, and he glanced at him with a little sympathy, and then without hesitation, he mended the knife and said, "Because you are unexpectedly afraid of death." ”

Mr. Filari almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood when he heard this, and said to himself, "Why the hell is it still my pot? Do I have such a waste of wood?, am I really the legendary pig teammate?" (For Muslims, the scorn term "pig teammate" seems to have an exponential additional mental damage.)

Hao Song explained solemnly: "As you yourself said, you can give up your life and dignity for the sake of faith at any time. But surprisingly, you didn't dare to directly order your subordinates to shoot us into a sieve. Isn't that very illogical? Don't tell me that fanatics like you are afraid of death. ”

Mr. Filari was silent, then nodded, and said, "So you can conclude that there is a very important reason why I have to find a way to survive. Since I can sacrifice my life for my faith, then the only thing that can make me cherish my life is faith, you are right, my acting skills are as exaggerated as lard on water. The detonator is indeed on me. ”

After saying this, the terrorist leader, who seemed to be much older in an instant, very consciously lifted his robe and pulled out a detonator from the inner lining of his clothes that looked like the popular brick machine "Big Brother" in the 90s of the last century.

When they saw this, Hao Song and Edward immediately understood why Mr. Filari didn't directly detonate and burn everyone. Because this thing requires a password! And it's a familiar seven-digit password.

Hao Song couldn't help but complain: "Shouldn't this be a phone call that triggers the explosion, right? Do you dare to use high-end means! If it's in my hometown, the scam calls of scammers and the harassing calls of operators will make you explode in minutes! Besides, is it really useful to make a phone call in an electromagnetic shield?!"

Mr. Filari retorted with some resentment: "It just looks like a telephone! In fact, it is a walkie-talkie blessed by a 'saint'!" It seems that Mr. Abdul has a very high status in his heart, and he can make this guy who has no fighting spirit and asks what to say a little angry.

After hearing this, he looked thoughtfully at this unsightly detonator, and muttered: "It turned out to be a walkie-talkie that was modified by the sages of the Creation Realm, so why didn't you let him add a one-button dialing function? Or a fingerprint recognition system? Or a voice recognition system? So it's really too high-tech, and you can't do it with your mind?"

Filari listened so angry that his beard trembled, and he roared in a low voice: "Blasphemy! This is blasphemy against the saint!"

"Okay, okay, it's as if I've molested/desecrated your sage, Uncle Abdul. Hao Song waved his hand impatiently, "Let's talk about that deal! Now my chips are heavy enough for you to sell your soul, right?" I don't know what to be proud of about robbing other people's things as a threatening bargaining chip, but terrorists do eat this set.

Speaking of this Filari, he was like a rotten banana that had been stomped on, and in a paralyzed muddy posture, he said weakly: "Let me and the detonator go, you will take all the hostages, and the undercover agent will be at your disposal" Obviously, Mr. Filari has no other choice. After all, he can't choose to kill all the hostages and undercover agents, and then end the mission there, right? That would be no different from ordinary terrorists, and it would not be in the interests of the organization and the sage's entrustment.

Hao Song slapped Filali on the back, almost hitting him headfirst on the bar, and then said with a smile on his face: "Deal!" I don't know if this product is in a good mood because the deal was reached, or because he finally rehearsed Edward's bad habits of the violent maniac on other victims.

"That's right, given the good atmosphere of cooperation at the moment. You can find someone to convey to the undercover agent that he should move faster, and I may delay for a while because of some trivial matter, and I think the wise Mr. Filari understands what I mean, right?" Hao Song was like a moody and rewarding ancient tyrant, and suddenly threw out another piece of news that made Mr. Filari overjoyed.

"I'll tell the 'gerbil' to find a way to get the shooting message out as soon as he goes out. And to convey your generosity and kindness to the saint Mr. Kadir!, rest assured!" said Mr. Filari very respectfully.

Hao Song nodded with satisfaction, and then ordered: "Then let's start releasing the hostages now!"

Hearing this, Filari couldn't help but show a hesitant look.

Hao Song smiled slightly, and said very methodically: "First loosen the hostages, and let the undercover agent and my acquaintances go last." That way we can both rest assured. I'll hand over the detonator to your subordinates after the hostages are halfway out, but you and the other two petty bosses will have to stay with us brothers for a while. Ah, by the way, this is my eldest brother! How about it? This condition is quite sincere, right?"

Filari actually wanted to ask, "What if you don't hand over the detonator if you let half of it go?" but when he heard the last two sentences, he immediately understood that this guy's sister-in-law was Edward Mierro's girlfriend. Under this arrangement, both she and the undercover agent will be cut off, so that both parties have scruples and hinder each other. This is probably the best way in the current situation, so I can only grit my teeth and nod in agreement.

Just a dozen meters away, the soldiers and special police who had just asked their superiors were making final preparations.

When the commander of the front line, the lieutenant, asked for instructions on a walkie-talkie, Mr. Lieutenant General did not hesitate in the slightest, and immediately gave the order to continue the attack. In the eyes of this courageous old man, he has already tried to see the dagger, and the only way to go is to fight hard to the end. The current progress of the operation did not leave him with any time to hesitate and think.

Daoist Mo quickly drew up a battle plan in just a few minutes, and the size of his brain and the speed of his plan made everyone stunned and their jaws dropped. At the very least, Major Stiga felt that he had met an opponent, although it seemed to us that he had met a mentor.

In a nutshell, this plan is to first confront the terrorists in a pacifying manner. At the same time, several special attack teams were organized, using the ventilation ducts that had stopped working due to power outages to carefully infiltrate, and a large number of low-damage gas/tear grenades and flashbangs were thrown to control the entire field. Finally, all of them will rush forward and make a final decision.

As for the content that can effectively delay the negotiations, how to ensure that the pipeline is climbed without being discovered, the hostages are teased/teared, and the middle ear is destroyed by the sonic boom of flashbangs, etc., is not something that Mo Yudao needs to consider.

In the "non-stop" four-person group with outstanding individual soldier quality, three of them were selected for the special attack group with only four places, and the only one who was given up was Night King Kong. The alternative is simple: the three of them are thin enough, and they all have a multi-hand grenade rapid scatter throwing technique similar to that of the "Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flowers".

As for the thick waist and round shoulder of the Night King Kong, let's let him go, let him drill the ventilation duct is obviously difficult for a strong man, this is like a alien can drill a pipe, but have you ever seen a alien queen drill a pipe?

However, the commendable swiftness of the gang was destined to be in vain. Because when this battle plan was carried out in the first step, there was a shocking jaw drop.

The lieutenant, the highest commander on the front line, was holding a loudspeaker and was shouting in what appeared to be a negotiation, but in fact it was a delay and paralysis: "You have been surrounded! But the US imperialists are still willing to negotiate with you! The previous proposal to provide transportation for you to escape is still valid! As long as you ensure the safety of the hostages' lives!" This may sound very tempting, but you should understand that whenever your enemy gives superior conditions in an advantageous situation, it is often just a delaying tactic and an attempt to paralyze the troops.

Mr. Filari took the microphone handed over by Hao Song, cleared his throat, and then said in an emotionless tone: "We have no intention of escaping, please withdraw from Aloha Tower immediately, otherwise we will not release the hostages." Logically speaking, after listening to this sentence and thinking about it for a while, we can conclude that "the terrorists intend to release them". However, maybe it's because happiness comes too suddenly, and the plot twist is too big

"Please stop stubbornly resisting! And immediately stop threatening hostages! The US imperialists can provide you with transportation to leave! If there are other requirements, we can still discuss!" The lieutenant either didn't hear Firali's words clearly and made up some content in his own head, or he didn't have the brain to read the script directly. This righteous words and unambiguous reply made some people who understood Filari's words can't help but wonder if they have too much earwax and their brains are in water.

Even Filari himself turned his head and looked at Hao Song with a tangled and painful face when he heard this, and his expression of worldview collapsed as if he saw Fagot 0 positively watching "Tokyo Fever", as if asking: What is the situation? Is it that I spoke too subtlely just now, or did I not straighten my tongue? Or someone stuffed a tampon in my ear? Lao Tzu is about to release the hostages, and they still don't kneel down to the palace to thank you, and then get out of here?

Hao Song sighed and said helplessly: "Let's repeat it again." I guess the IQ of the guy who shouted was not online just now. ”

["The human brain will always process the information it receives in line with the three views of the individual, and this misunderstanding and illusion of the truth is also called brain supplement. - Grecius-S. Hao]