After comforting Christina and setting a flag as a spoiler, Hao Song and Anne Hall were guarded in the side hall like the other hostages, and even tied with a cable tie behind their backs.

Anne Hall was very unhappy with this, muttering: "I can understand the reason why we won't let us go back, but it's too unkind to treat the news staff like this!"

"Really? Aunt Anne. I think that's good news. Hmm" Hao Song sat lazily against the wall, rubbing his back in a lewd/trivial sensational posture, while smiling and saying with a sense of disobedience, "Demeanor is such a thing that only the superior and successful are qualified to have. If the subordinates and losers force their demeanor, it is like using clumsy acting skills to sensationalize, and their clumsiness is not even as good as the movies with the least acting requirements such as love action movies. Oh! It turns out that rubbing the back is so cool!" is handsome for only three seconds, and the three sentences are not separated from the stupid.

"Don't call me Auntie!" Anne Hall quickly protested, and then she and Christina both ignored the guy's last two words and the black bear's back posture, thinking about trying to keep up with Hao Song's train of thought.

The young and intelligent Cristina quickly figured it out: "Are you saying that the situation of the terrorists is not good right now, so they don't have the heart to waste energy with reporters?"

"You should have heard some of the negotiations between the two sides more or less, and now the fight between the two sides is back on the same page. In other words, negotiation is no longer a solution, it's time to flex your muscles and wrench your wrist!" Hao Song said as he stretched out his right arm and puffed out his inconspicuous biceps.

"If you show your muscles like this, nine out of ten will fall into disadvantage, are you really an officer if you're so thin?" Christina couldn't help but complain.

"I'm a civil official, not Mr. Bodybuilder! A large piece of dead hard muscle is only suitable for moving bricks! A really healthy ** focuses on coordination and all-round development!" Hao Song retorted angrily. This guy was trained by Su Rui and Edward for a month each, and his muscles did not increase much, but his body coordination and control were much stronger, and he was no longer the weak chicken of the past, if you want to describe it, it is a fighting chicken among ordinary chickens.

A terrorist stepped forward in a strange posture and pressed his gun on the head of the coward, warning viciously: "Shut up and die monkey! Don't think you two shit/shit reporters are any different from other hostages! Lao Tzu tells you, the first rule here is that you are not allowed to talk!"

It is undeniable that the cowardly was really flustered when the gun was pointed at the head, and he almost couldn't help shouting, "The strong man spares his life!" Chrysanthemum is free!" But at this moment, even if he is really a soft egg, he has to stand up, and he can't embarrass Edward in front of Christina's sister-in-law, right? (Although he usually loses enough) Besides, Hao Song can also be sure that this guy is also planning to abuse himself, and fatal injuries and external injuries are definitely not okay.

"Please don't take your fault for dereliction of duty and the shame of being spanked out on others. cough~" Hao Song squinted, said casually on the surface, and finally let out a long sound of unknown meaning, which sounded like a canine threatened roar.

At the same time, Hao Song looked at the "tiger skin egg" in the sea of consciousness without any discipline, and frantically called out to the spirit king Pixiu who was sleeping in the pocket of his windbreaker: "Master! Master! Your horse boy is going to have an accident! Wake up and scratch this Middle Eastern second goods!" Now this palm-sized kitten, Hao Song's nominal owner (pet?), is the ultimate dependence of Hao Song, who is an "erect bald orangutan servant".

The terrorist was obviously a little annoyed when he was told that Hao Song had been motivated, so he swung the butt of his rifle and smashed it on Hao Song's stomach! I saw Hao Song leaning against the wall, almost smashed into one by this blow, curled up into a ball, looking extremely miserable, making others feel stomach ache when they saw it.

"Hmph, be honest with me, play dead!phew!" the terrorist shouted happily, spitting on Hao Song's trench coat, and then left satisfied, with Anne Hall and Christina covering their mouths in horror.

It's a pity that he didn't see that in addition to horror in the expressions of the two ladies, there was also a meaning of suppressing nausea and even covering their mouths and smiling. The black-robed terrorist was so proud that he left with a lump of thick phlegm in his crotch. Along the way, he received the "fearful" eyes of all the hostages, which made him very complacent about his own killing of chickens and monkeys

Hao Song waited for the other party to leave, quickly got up, and said with a smile in Chinese: "We Heavenly Dynasty people have never lost than spitting." Gladly, I didn't catch a cold today, otherwise I'll give you a lump of green" said and shook the trench coat with copper patterns on a black background, and the bodily fluids left by the terrorists flowed down like raindrops falling on lotus leaves, leaving no trace.

Christina's sense was very keen, she looked at Hao Song with disdain and appreciation, and said, "I really don't know if you have the guts to do this." I don't know what you just said, but combined with your disgusting behavior, I always feel that it is a pretty bad thing" Yes, it is terrible, especially the description of the color

The voice of the Spirit King Pixiu also came to his mind: "Dead orangutan servant meow! Wake up this king just to listen to you show your superiority in something that you are not worthy of pride in?"

"Don't get me wrong, in my old culture, spitting is about getting rid of toxins from the body. Moreover, in our opinion, the behavior of people in Western countries who sneeze and spit in handkerchiefs and put them back in their pockets is 10,000 times disgusting! Hey! If you think about it, you are terrified! Your snacks are not allowed in your pockets! Mobile phones, wallets, keys, pens, and checkbooks are not allowed! Forget about setting up a pocket for thick phlegm and snot! Forget about handkerchiefs! You are not allowed to take handkerchiefs to wipe your tears from others! Be careful that other people's eyes have tuberculosis and ask you to compensate! Your handkerchiefs are actually portable individual biological and chemical weapons! Hey! If the U.S. imperialists want to launch a war of aggression in the future, all they need to do is get a foreigner's handkerchief!" Hao Song couldn't help but complain after explaining, and this passage was actually said to a cat and two people.

It took a few seconds for the two foreign ladies to react and disagree in annoyance: "Nonsense! We are disgusting ourselves and benefit the society!" "Besides, the handkerchief will be washed after use!" "Don't you know that spitting can spread tuberculosis and other diseases?!"

As a person with sound common sense, how can a cowardly not know that spitting is easy to spread diseases? However, in the view of Hao Song, who is diligent in thinking (good at spitting/lewdness), this proposition has a premise, that is, you must be sick! The bacteria in the sputum spit out by healthy people originally originated from the air, and even some of them were killed by your body fluids, and even if you spit it out, the number of bacteria in the air would only decrease compared with before. Therefore, in Hao Song's opinion, as a mind cultivator, a human being who is too healthy to be healthy, he will not have any terrifying special effects of "a three-hundred-meter radius of disease aura" except for civilization problems.

"I'm too lazy to explain to you, or I'll have to eat the butt of the gun again." At this time, he didn't have much effort to explain to these two passionate foreign women that Hao Song didn't want to make too much trouble and be hammered again. To tell the truth, although he tried his best to curl up with the force of the butt of the gun to unload the force, he was still smashed and his internal organs were displaced, and his liver and gallbladder were almost broken. The other party is obviously sadistic with a dark psychology that makes him bleed internally.

But Hao Song obviously doesn't understand women, and for women, men who don't listen to themselves well are extremely evil. Although the hands of the two ladies were tied behind their backs, their feet could still be used at will.

"Shet!Don't move your hands and feet!Whew!High heels are fouled!Don't kick your stomach!Don't kick your grandchildren!Sister Annie!Sister-in-law!Stop!Kick your bottoms/pants again!" As soon as the last sentence came out, "Ah!" "Little rascal!" The two ladies finally stopped angrily and turned their heads to ignore the goods.

Hao Song looked at the dirty footprints on the black windbreaker and was very helpless, and shook the windbreaker and found that there was not much dust, so he tried to beat the windbreaker with a human posture that imitated the wings of a hen, and the "pop" looked very funny.

Just as Hao Song flapped his "wings" and turned his head to check the situation of the trench coat, a small amount of black powder on the ground caught his attention. The powder was fanned by his trench coat, and as long as it didn't go too far from the wall, it would move automatically and quickly towards the wall.

"What the hell is this that would move on its own? Don't tell me it's dark matter! Discovering dark matter with the naked eye is the rhythm of winning the Nobel Prize in Physics!" Hao Song guessed with his brain, trying to pluck the powder. When I reached out, I realized that I also had some black powder between my fingernails.

Hao Song immediately reacted: "It's iron powder! betel nut deoxidizer!" He opened a pack of betel nuts in front of four terrorists in the kitchen before, and said that this thing seemed to have expired, and he didn't know if it could be eaten. During this time, he took the opportunity to open a pack of oxygen absorber to see the feasibility of his plan, and at the same time paralyzed the terrorists present. This iron powder probably got into the fingernails at that time.

"Iron fans are attracted to the wall, hiss, do they really love each other?!" Hao Song thought with his weird brain, "Ahem, just kidding." It seems that there is something in the wall that has magnetized iron powder, wires, or electrocuted steel bar? So the whole wall of Aloha Tower is like a shield? Is this how electromagnetic shielding works?

"Still kidding, Aloha Tower was clearly not designed that way in the first place. A few decades ago, this was neither necessary nor substantial. But at the moment some of the metals inside the wall are charged and a magnetic field is generated. How did this work to make the walls of the entire tower electrified and become an electromagnetic shield!" Hao Song sat against the wall of the side hall on a hot afternoon, feeling a chill that did not come from the air conditioner

["I hate the unknown, because it disrupts the predetermined plan; I look forward to the unknown, because it will give birth to a more perfect plan!" - Gretieu-s-Hao]