In the command car, everyone looked solemn. The situation was so bad that the terrorists in Aloha Tower had somehow cut off all electromagnetic signals in the most unreasonable way, and the reporters and videographers sent were completely useless, and there was no information at all.

Now that the time limit given by the terrorists is getting closer and closer, the US imperialist military is unable to grasp even the basic information of the other side! Not to mention anything else, the first task of identifying the terrorists is a big hole.

Mr. Bergkamp had already guessed that the other party's seemingly ethnic style restrained black robe decoration was actually the best means of concealing his identity. And the tourist resort of Hawaii has too many people entering and leaving the country, and the variety is too miscellaneous (is the variety used to describe people!?), and even the facial features are not at all impossible to check. The search for the name Filari was also fruitless, and it was clear that either they had entered the country under a different pseudonym, or Filari was a pseudonym. Now the Honolulu Police Department officers can only use the stupidest way possible: watch the surveillance footage to retrace the terrorists' movements, and then determine where they came from and who they are. This drudgery that tests the bladder and the light of the side light takes a great deal of time and manpower.

Second, although they relied on the surveillance of Aloha Square to count the number of terrorists and the number of hostages, this is only the minimum number, and no one can be sure if this is all of them. The armament and deployment of the terrorists are almost unknown, except that there are a large number of AK-74s and a few snipers/strikers who occupy the commanding heights at the top of the tower.

The only good news is the speculation about the purpose of the terrorists put forward by Hao Song and Mo Yudao. But this is only a victory in the general direction, and if you want to really get rid of the other party, you must first find a way to figure out the situation in the tower.

Just when everyone's discussion reached an impasse, there was a knock on the door of the command car. Major Stiga casually asked Lieutenant General Bergkamp with his eyes before he said, "Please come in!"

Lu Luo, the chief of the guard standing by the door, opened the door, and a guard came in and gave a military salute, and then said loudly: "The hall master of the Honolulu Zhi Gong Party asks to see you!

"Let him in!" Bergkamp Lieutenant General finished speaking and glanced at Mo Daoist, meaning that the old man is giving you face. Mo Daoist naturally responded with a gentle smile.

After a while, a Chinese man in his fifties appeared in front of the door, followed by a young man in a white practice uniform, and Mo Yanling, a little Taoist priest who had not been seen for a long time and was still delicate and cute. That young man was naturally the little brother Situ who followed Mo Yudao and Mo Yanling before.

However, just before entering the door, the middle-aged Chinese suddenly turned around, said something to Brother Situ without smiling, and then left a frowning and angry young man in the practice uniform outside the door, and the hall master took Mo Yanling and stepped into the command car.

"It's been a long time since I saw you!" the hall master clenched his fists and bowed deeply. Can we not be grateful? The people do not fight with the officials, and even the only big gang in Hawaii will not dare to let go of their farts in the face of the US imperialist military. If such a big thing happens, if people don't give a word to them, it means that the Zhi Gong Party is in big trouble! After all, no one has the leisure to talk nonsense with the dead and the losers.

"Hmph, if Mr. Mo hadn't spoken for you, the old man wouldn't have had that idle time to grind with you!" Lieutenant General Bergkamp said with a sneer. Anyway, if the Zhi Gong Dang successfully passes the test this time, he will definitely benefit from it afterwards. Since you want to sell the benefits of Mo Daoshi, then send the Buddha to the west, and do a full set of great health care, so that it seems sincere, this old fox obviously knows this way (does it mean great health care?).

Tang Hongstick Hall Master heard the cold snort and his liver trembled a little, and he was secretly glad that he had brought Mo Yanling's little loli in. So he hurriedly said: "That's also because your boss has a lot, don't you care about us bitter haha! Don't worry, this incident has nothing to do with the Zhi Gong Party, and we will definitely give full support to the military's actions!"

After speaking, he turned to Mo Yudao on the side, and said with a sincere face: "Mr. Mo, I was offended a few days ago! Today, I was rescued by you with righteousness, and the Honolulu branch of the Zhi Gong Party has recorded this great favor!" After speaking, he planned to clench his fists again, and his knees slowly bent down.

Mo Yanling squinted at this Tang Hall Master from the side, and said in his heart: "Huh? Do you still kowtow to thank you now? Is this just a simple bow and bow to the first nine bows? Hey! Don't come to slow motion! Are your knees rusty? Kneel down so slowly!

Mo Yudao stepped forward at this time, quickly supported Tang Hongba's arm with both hands, and said: "The hall master can't help it! Everyone is a modern Chinese, and they don't want to use that set of red tape!"

"Such a life-saving grace, our gang can only kowtow to repay it!" Tang Hongstick's face was full of gratitude, and as he said this, he stood up with the strength of Daoist Mo. This hypocrisy made Mo Yanling roll his eyes on the side.

After a "general peace", and then a few people came to the unnutritious but indispensable grinding and nonsense on the social field, the atmosphere in the command car was finally calmer.

Mo Yudao only had time to introduce his daughter at this time. I saw that the Creation Realm Sage of this Bone Immortal Wind stroked his newly grown beard and said with a smile: "This is the little girl Mo Yanling, the Taoist name is humble. Xiao Ling has come to see Mr. Lieutenant General and Mr. Major!" The Tao name of the modern Taoist mind cultivator is really random, and it is not like the Taoist Tao name, which must make people feel like some kind of Taoist master when they hear it. Or in the words of Mo Yanling Lori, who has a high level of English: Doug is so tall that he can draw wires!

"Mr. Lieutenant/General, good afternoon, Mr. Major!" said Lori Daoist in a crisp voice, and at the same time made a gesture, looking very well-behaved and likable, as if the guy who was rolling his eyes on the side just now was not her

Living in Honolulu, where there are many Chinese, Bergkamp and Stiga naturally know that according to Chinese custom, the elders have to give some greeting gifts when they meet the underage for the first time. Mr. General, who was old and strong, was very happy to see the cute Lori Taoist, so he took out a piece of it from his waist and took out a well, which seems a little weird to say? In short, it is a Hawaiian shell bracelet.

"This gadget has just arrived, and I haven't warmed it up yet, so I'll give it to you!" Mr. Zhong said very boldly, and his eyes narrowed with a smile after receiving the happy thanks of the little Taoist.

The bracelet that can be worn by Bergkamp will naturally not be a stall. This is a bracelet made from a type of shell called a clam, which is round like a pearl and has a delicate texture with intoxicating radial lines. And this is a rare and unavoidable tooth white and brown and yellow gold silk clam bracelet, which is a rare organic gem and a Buddhist holy relic!

And now this Buddhist holy relic, the golden silk clam bracelet is worn by a little Taoist priest on his hand, swaggering through the market, and Mo Yudao, who is smiling on the side, can already imagine how refreshing it would be if this made those "dead bald donkeys" see it. I have to say that Lieutenant General Bergkamp seems to be fully prepared to come, and this gift is full of goodwill.

Major Stiga, on the other hand, was caught off guard, and after scratching his ears and cheeks for a long time, he finally called his subordinates and brought a delicate box, which contained a soft and delicate white handmade straw hat: a Panama straw hat custom-made in the old British hat shop Bates.

Don't underestimate this gift, the Panama Straw Hat is known as the most expensive straw hat in the world!) It takes five months to make a handmade one, and the price is as high as $4,000! Native to Ecuador, it's a straw hat hand-woven from the fibers of a plant called Dokilia. Compared to ordinary straw hats, the texture of the hat feels like silk! The brim is slightly upturned, it looks a little cynical, mysterious and gentlemanly, and full of coolness! The only problem is that this kind of hat is generally more suitable for men

Major Stiga looked at Mo Yanling, who was wearing a straw hat and looked very neutral, and said with some embarrassment: "Ahem, I only have this in my hand for the time being." Next time, I will order you a Panama straw hat with a big brim suitable for a girl!" This one is probably the guy is going to wear a "beep!" pretend to be a gentleman, and it will be taken out for emergency at this time.

"Thank you, Uncle Major! Then I'll give this one to Hao Song!" Mo Yanling was not displeased, and still said in a cheerful tone.

When Major Stiga heard the title of "uncle", his eyes were dark, and when he heard that his one-month salary was so cheap Hao Song, he almost didn't flip the table on the spot.

"Well, Grecius and Edward, although they are adults, are still our juniors. Stegara, you can also give me a Panama hat! It's pretty good for the handsome guy to wear this!" Lieutenant General Bergkamp suddenly spoke, and gave Major Stiga another stab.

"Send a dustpan (pronounced as a pogrooster, a kind of bamboo basket)! Just send those two cheated guys to play handsome with a full 2 months' salary, I'm especially being a husky!" Major Stiga's heart was dripping blood, and he silently complained in his heart to vent his emotions. In the end, he could only squeeze out a smile and said, "No problem!"

After saying that, his thoughts flew outside: I deliberately got a few old fritters in the barracks to take care of Edward Mierro, hoping that this thing can do something out of the ordinary under loose surveillance! It seems that the psychological shadow area brought to him by Edward Mierro and Hao Song is at least the size of two atrium.

At this time, Tang Hongstick took the initiative to get down to business: "In order to express support for the military's actions, our gang can make it clear that the staff members in Aloha Tower are loyal members of the Zhi Gong Party!"

["The sages of the Creation Realm all uphold the same consensus: unless it is a hundred thousand urgent, otherwise the great power of the Creation Realm will never be directly revealed to the secular world!