Listening to the incessant sound of "choking" saliva, Mr. Filari realized that talking about such a topic of food at this time would seriously shake the morale of the army. Terrorists generally only eat a little coconut shell eight-treasure porridge as a supper, and they are already very lucky not to have diarrhea until now.

Snickers peanut sandwich chocolate, known as "sweep away hunger and be yourself", once hinted maliciously in the advertisement: people will collapse as soon as they starve, such as becoming a plastic surgery lady in the stick country, becoming a second-hand actor, and so on. But research has shown that moderate hunger can actually make people irritable and aggressive, in other words, release the desire to hunt, which is probably the normal biological instinct of an erect bald orangutan as a predator.

The terrorists have not slept all night, are extremely mentally exhausted, and although they are still supported by fanatical beliefs, they are in fact at the end of their strong crossbows, and their follow-up is weak. So the most accurate description of them should be "irritable and tired".

Filari knew that he would not have time to feed his subordinates at this time, so he chose the usual method of the magic stick. He was heard to say in a deep tone: "As Allah's Apostle, I promise on behalf of Allah that the martyr will receive six rewards from Allah: 1. Allah will forgive him all his sins when he sheds the first blood." 2. Have your place in heaven. 3. Salvation from the penalty of death and peace from terror. 4. Obtain ornate decorations that represent faith. 5. Marry a fairy. 6. Be able to intercede with your seventy relatives. ”

After a pause, he continued in a yearning tone: "You will lie on a bed set of jewels, and the immortal boy will serve you with a bowl, a jug, and a cup of the purest wine. This wine will neither give you a headache nor intoxicate you. You can choose your favorite endless fruits and poultry. You will also be blessed with seventy dark-eyed heavenly beauties and two fairies with beautiful eyes, as chaste as pearls in a mussel shell. This is the reward for your deeds. Allah created these heavenly beauties and made them virgins as your personal lovers!"

In all fairness, this remark is not attractive to high-end tycoons, who live in paradise on earth. Money and power may not solve all problems, but they can solve most of them. But for the vast number of dwarf and poor people in the world, this passage is undoubtedly the right medicine and the right one. The importance a religion attaches to its mass base is evident from the teachings it uses to deceive the broad masses at the bottom.

But Hao Song was full of malice on the side, speculating: The reward that those female martyrs got for taking a life will not be Allah Allah helping her reapply a film, restore factory settings, and become a virgin again? And then let her become one of those so-called "heavenly beauties and fairies"? This is better to spend thirty yuan to go to a small clinic to get a new film! Even if Allah Allah adds a plastic surgery service, it is not worth the girl's life! Nan stick can also do it! Therefore, female martyrs are equivalent to going to a small Chinese clinic and Nanbang Plastic Surgery Hospital?

Then this guy thought quite complacently: An erect bald orangutan like me, whose real identity is cool, whose life consciousness is noble, and whose cultivation realm is high-end, will definitely not be affected by this vulgar, vulgar, and kitsch doctrine. After all, as a night watchman...... Reserve, I am the man who claims to protect "the hope of mankind to become immortals collectively: materialist science"!

But no matter how Hao Song and the other infidels complained about their own high-end in their hearts, the terrorists were already mentally like they had been beaten with chicken blood and eaten Snickers, swept away hunger and high morale. They screamed and waited in line to go to heaven.

It took a little effort to appease his subordinates, and watching them act quickly, before Mr. Filari turned to Hao Song and said in a commanding tone: "It's no longer possible to continue normal shooting, please give me the memory card!" At the same time, he nodded and motioned to the big man Majid standing beside him.

Just now he was still dragging and cool in his inner world, and the second one had to make people vomit blood, but now he also knows the current affairs, and he unloaded the memory card without saying a word, and then handed it to Majid who came forward with a dog-legged smile. Hao Song knew that the contrived remarks he had just made to test the mental and physical state of the terrorists had alerted Filari, so he should pretend to be obedient now.

Majid handed the card to Mr. Filari, who then took his right-hand man: Majid and the unnamed female terrorist formed a small circle and quickly dispersed.

Hao Song's hearing is not good enough to overhear the whispers of people 8 meters away in a noisy environment, so he hopes for Edward Mierro, who can be called "non-human" in various physiological indicators. Turning his head to look over, he found that this guy was lowering his head, his eyes radiating red with excitement, and his mouth was in pieces: "Endless fruits and poultry...... Endless fruit and poultry ...... Endless!Endless!!!"

"......" Hao Song held his forehead, "cough..... Although I don't want to admit it, it seems that this product is really serious...... So even if they are poor and handsome, as long as they are not the Trinity and the rich and handsome who are angry with the people and gods, are they powerless to resist the brainwashing of the three secular teachings of religion? Wake up! Seniors! Don't drop the chain at the critical moment! We night watchmen are a group of erect bald orangutan leaders who vow to save all primates!" (How can there be such a setting of a monkey family in the world!?)

Of course, the above inexplicable middle two lines Hao Song is just thinking about it, although it is not difficult to say it with the lower limit of cowardice, but the premise is that it has enough effects and benefits. And in the current situation, making attention-grabbing superfluous words and deeds is obviously because he thinks that his life is too easy and wants to block himself.

"Tie them up and put them on!" Before Hao Song could think about it, Filari ordered his subordinates to tie the new hostages with hand ties and black hoods, which seemed to be the international standard means for social scum to deal with hostages. I don't know if it was for the sake of efficiency, even the female terrorist stepped forward to participate in the "processing" of the hostages.

This greeting brought the tyrant Edward back to his senses, and then Hao Song saw that the senior he relied on patted him on the shoulder, let out a malicious "hehe" smile, and then walked happily to Majid, as if to get a cable tie and a hood to take care of himself.

Linking his behavior with his previous expression, Hao Song secretly wondered: "What's the situation!? Why does this guy feel like 'Brother Ma Bu' is possessed? Is this guy too deep in the play or has he been over-brainwashed?"

Ma Jid naturally saw the malicious behavior of "Brother Ma Bu" towards Hao Song, and with a smile, he grabbed three cable ties and a hood that was a little wet for some reason, looking like he was going to give the restless cowards a VIP treatment.

The corners of Hao Song's eyes twitched, and he said in his heart: I rub the class, three cable ties, do you have to tie your neck in addition to the hands and feet you can imagine...... Hehehe...... Let's think in a better direction, right? There are also a lot of those two that are used to tie me into a double ponytail? (I can't bear to imagine that scene) And the hood is still dripping! This kind of wet hood play seems to be a kind of torture, it will make people breathe hard! Besides, what kind of liquid is that, people are very concerned about it!

No matter how Hao Song complained in his heart, "Brother Ma Bu" had already walked in front of Majid, and reached out to take the four-piece suit with a strange purpose.

At this moment, "Brother Ma Bu" sank his shoulders, his outstretched hand suddenly accelerated, and a palm was imprinted on Majid's chest with lightning speed, and he actually let out a muffled sound of "cluck!" I saw that this big man from the Middle East, who weighed nearly 200 pounds, flew out 7 or 8 meters away without any resistance, as if he had been hit by a train! Even his chest was slightly sunken by the huge force, and it was obvious that he had broken an unknown number of ribs.

At the same time as shooting away a rough man, the red-eyed "Brother Ma Bu" used the power of this palm to thrust back, and suddenly jumped towards Mr. Ferrali, who was three meters away! The terrorist leader subconsciously raised his pistol, but the "Brother Ma Bu" in the state of "rage", with the help of the reaction force that can shoot 200 pounds of big man, jumped over three meters in less than 0.2 seconds!

Mr. Philali was just a flash, and he was knocked down by the "Brother Ma Bu" who jumped forward with a bear hug! Immediately after that, "Brother Ma Bu" relied on his rough skin and thick flesh and rolled out with Mr. Philali! After playing a short period of jaw-dropping human hot wheels in front of everyone's eyes, "Brother Ma Bu" finally stopped behind the bar counter in the side hall, ending this performance that people could not react to at all.

He lifted Mr. Ferrali, who had a blue nose and swollen face because he was walking with his face just now, pointed an M-9 pistol to his temple, and shouted with full anger: "Robbery!

The "......" terrorists were stunned and dazed.

Hao Song didn't know when he secretly climbed into the bar when the terrorists were collectively dumbfounded, and then stood up next to "Brother Ma Bu" with a painful face, and complained: "Senior, did you read the wrong script?"

"Huh, really?" "Brother Ma Bu" said, his true face after the strenuous exercise just now. With short pale blonde hair and eyes bursting with terrifying red light, he looked like a demon possessed in front of the terrorists. "Hmm...... Then put it this way! Allah your messenger has been captured by me, and if you don't give Lao Tzu endless fruits, fried chicken, and spirits, Lao Tzu will feed him 'the boar pork that was killed by the popping of chrysanthemums after being drunk!'" The words that came out seemed to confirm the identity of the demon......

"Hey! That heart-pounding look just now turned out to be thinking about this! I thought you were brainwashed, but it turned out that you actually wanted to blackmail Allah! You can figure it out! And you added strange things to the conditions! Directly replaced poultry meat with your favorite fried chicken and spirits! You are really unceremoniously! The last threat is even more powerless to complain! Such a forced combination of the three taboos of Islam against alcohol, fasting, and homosexuality/love is disgusting and bad, are you the demon king from hell?!"

"Edward Mierro isn't stupid, really. He just thinks too broadly when he thinks about it. ― Grexiu S. Hao]