Before Hao Song, who was standing on the side in a cool pose, could reply something like "I am the head of the Brokeback Mountain!" or "The lower limit of being called Marshall: Hao Song Hao Kaihang!", a terrorist with a gloomy face stepped forward and stumbled Hao Song with a gun, and scolded: "Do you kid still want to eat the butt of the gun?

"Yes, yes...... Walking, walking...... Don't poke me with your big gun! It's scary! I'm a straight man...... Brother, don't be so strict with me, right, I'm helping you boost your morale!" Hao Song, whose hands were stuck behind his back, walked to the toilet under the supervision of Brother Ma Bu.

Just as he was about to walk around a corner, Hao Song suddenly turned his head and said with a smile: "I heard that it is not Major Stiga who is in charge outside. I think 80% of my media colleagues have been forcibly controlled, in other words, the follow-up reporting may not be what you would like it to be. Without looking back, he marched towards his blessed land (toilet), leaving only two startled terrorists looking at each other on the ground.

Before, when Hao Song stood behind the two terrorists and finished speaking, they turned their heads and realized that the other party was not their colleague, and broke out in a cold sweat. The moment they were glimpsed by Hao Song, the two terrorists even had the illusion that "the hemorrhoids under the underwear/pants were seen through".

"It turned out to be the cameraman who scared me......" whispered to the tall sniper/striker, wiping a handful of sweat.

"yes! I thought I was going to get a lunch box just now......" The skinny terrorist nodded, and said in a frightened tone.

After a moment of silence, the skinny terrorist asked hesitantly, "Old gun...... You say that...... Is what he said last true?"

The veteran, nicknamed Lao Gun, was stunned for a moment, but after thinking about it carefully, he suddenly understood something, and his face changed dramatically and exclaimed: "Damn! If that kid is right, our mission this time will be troublesome!"

Yes, sacrifice is not terrible for a group of fanatical terrorists who put their lives on the line and are bent on reviving the organization. What is terrible is that the sacrifice is meaningless, and what is even more terrible is the failure of the mission related to the rise of the Islamic State! As mentioned earlier, the ultimate purpose of these people coming here is to publicize the Islamic State organization to the greatest extent possible in order to obtain funds, materials, and personnel assistance both openly and covertly.

When the terrorists reached an agreement with the military on World Live, the main party was Major Stiga, who had little power. He didn't have the courage to suppress all the media and manipulate public opinion, so Filari and they were able to succeed easily. But now the situation is different.

First of all, outside the Aloha Tower, the military communications group with a breath of evil breath laid out layers of electromagnetic interference signals of frenzied strength and density. Mr. Filari is going up to the top floor at this time, walking out of the area of Aloha Tower's electromagnetic shielding, it is estimated that not to mention surfing the Internet, not even making a free call to the police (why do terrorists call the police!C/4 explosives/pill bag was stolen, hey!), if you want to communicate with the outside world, you basically rely on roaring, and you can't find out whether the live broadcast is still going through the previous method.

Second, the presence of a legitimate executive governor is as weak as the police department, so Bergkamp Lieutenant/General is almost the hidden governor of Hawaii, such a powerful boss, suppressing the media and controlling public opinion are commonplace. Considering that things are so big here, it is almost possible to make a full judgment that the live broadcast has been restricted or even cut off!

The terrorists, who realized this and presumably communicated with each other, suddenly panicked, and combined with the pressure of flares and drills outside, everyone's spirits were like a tight bowstring, and the slightest movement would make them jump and jump. There are even more terrorists who, like Majid, want to threaten the hostages.

"What a bastard, who the hell is poking this out!" said Mr. Ferrari angrily slamming against the wall, his face reflected in the shadow of the flare outside the window. "Of course I've thought about this for a long time. But if they protest to the other party, they can also play dumb and cheat, anyway, under electromagnetic interference, we can't be sure whether the live broadcast is going on...... Is this going to take out the hole cards?...... No! there is a way!" and he immediately put the walkie-talkie to his lips......

And Hao Song, the-stirring stick that pierced the window paper, of course didn't care how much headache Mr. Ferrari would have, and after he intimidated the two terrorists, he went into the toilet with confidence. And Brother Ma Bu, who didn't know anything about Hao Song's previous "Xiang Escape Technique", followed him conscientiously, but fortunately, this time Hao Song didn't plan to use the disgusting escape technique of "killing eight hundred enemies and injuring three thousand self-harm".

"Brother, I'm sorry, I need to go into the cubicle!" Hao Song said back to Brother Ma Bu.

"Isn't it peeing?what compartment??Do you still want to squat?Are you a?" Ma Buge's tone was quite unkind, and you could even see a faint fierce light in his sight!

"Hey~ That's not it, although our brothers are both gentlemen, but I'm afraid you won't be able to pee out of the chrysanthemum stared at, right?" Hao Song seemed to be completely unaware of the other party's malice that was almost overflowing, and approached with a hippie smile.

"Why is Lao Tzu staring at your chrysanthemum!" Ma Buge was furious when he heard this, but he couldn't help but imagine the terrible scene in his mind, shuddered, and changed his words, "Get in, get in, get in, pee quickly!"

"Okay, okay!" Hao Songle shouted and was about to push open the door of the cubicle, but he was stunned and turned his head again, "I'm sorry! brother!

"Why do you kid have so much!, let me die!" Ma Buge scolded angrily, he was now eager to knock over the goods with the butt of a gun. In fact, if he wasn't afraid that beating this guy holding his urine would have something disgusting, he would have done it a long time ago, after all, this was the most important purpose for him to take the initiative to supervise Hao Song to go to the toilet.

When Hao Song heard this, he said aggrievedly: "You have to help me untie the cable tie first!"

Brother Ma Bu was angry, his IQ was not at the normal level, and he scolded impatiently: "Go to the toilet to untie a fart!

"Uh......" Hao Song was also very helpless about the sudden drop in IQ of this product, so he could only ask with humble eyes: "Can you still help me with that?" (Unclear female readers can refer to the crayon Shin-chan elephant dance scene)

"Shet!" Brother Ma Bu saw that this unknotted/elephant dance performance was finally on the line, and suddenly it was like an ice bucket empowerment, and a vicious cold spontaneously appeared. With an angry face, he slammed Hao Song into the cubicle, and then put his hand into the belt of his trousers!

The cowardly goods were caught off guard and were pushed to a stumbling moment, and then turned around and saw the other party's movements in a panic, and directly let out a cry like killing a pig: "Big brother, I was wrong! I shouldn't tease the with my actions! Help! Strong/rape!!"

Brother Ma Buge was so angry when he heard this, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, he quickly took out the dagger pinned to his belt, and scolded: "Let go of your mother's shit! Do you think Lao Tzu is untying his belt?!" while scolding, he cut off the tie with a knife, and after doing this, he scolded and slammed the door slammed the door, obviously not wanting to see Hao Song's second goods again.

"It's finally done. Hao Song, who had cried for his father and mother, immediately returned to normal after the door of the cubicle was closed, and while releasing the water in a good way, he thought: "Well, I'd better not go out until the situation reverses, that thing is already so angry that it is about to launch a tenfold attack on the butt of the Realm King Fist." Let's get down to business!Speaking of which, I've never started 'fuzzy computing' while using the toilet!" The implication is that this thing has tried to use the toilet while using the toilet to activate the "plan before moving.......

"A group of terrorists who have broken away from low-level fun and aspire to establish a country, and can achieve electromagnetic shielding of an entire tourist landmark, they will never have only hostages, undercover agents and weapons in their hands, there must be other unimaginable means!"

"Fuzzy calculations!The real hole cards of the terrorists!" As soon as the silent thought fell, the idealistic thought in Hao Song's mind lit up with a bright light and swept across the sea of consciousness like a lighthouse, and the information strips in the subconscious were absorbed and collected, and quickly converged under the blue crystals of the idealistic thoughts, and then gradually appeared several vague but black-emitting canned items!

"Ahab, the result of this calculation is very abstract!" Hao Song thought for a moment when he saw these jars, "I always feel a little familiar, where have I seen it...... Looking at this shape and the black mist, can it be said that ...... This is the Sanlu milk powder that is full of malice and the legendary cruelty of the kidneys?!"

“...... Now is not the time to mess around with your brain!" Shaking his dizzy head and removing the inexplicable associations, Hao Song began to try to consider the connection between "canned items" and terrorists.

Seemingly unrelated things are always connected by a third party as a bridge, and there is a classic example of this in statistics: beer and diapers. When the investigators of a foreign supermarket counted the sales of goods, they found that there was an obvious positive correlation between the sales of beer and the sales of diapers (the same increase and the same decrease), so the foreign researchers who had brain pumping first put forward the nonsensical hypothesis that "babies like to drink beer".

This assumption is naturally, and the reason for the final findings is that husbands are always sent by their wives to buy diapers, and these dads who run to the supermarket usually bring a few cans of beer with them after buying diapers! Obviously, it is the bridge that connects beer and diapers here: beer-loving dads.

In other words, the direction of thinking now is "where are the canned things and terrorists going daddy", and the back/scene music of thinking is: Dad~Dad~ Let's watch Nani? I'm not afraid to lick if I'm there~Baby~Baby~ I'm a weird uncle~ I'll accompany you all my life/out~Ahem...... What a terrible back/scene music! The direction of the brain-opening hole has become so weird!

Perhaps because he didn't eat enough and launched a huge "fuzzy calculation", he was in a trance at this moment, and his thinking diverged like mercury pouring down for thousands of miles, and his concentration of attention had been seriously affected, so he had no choice but to give up thinking.

After opening the door of the compartment, what appeared in front of Hao Song was Ma Buge's very unnatural flattering smile, and he rubbed his hands and said embarrassedly: "Oh! You are old! The little one is afraid that you will faint from hemorrhoids and bleed......!

["On the bottom line of one's own human nature, as long as you can achieve your goal, no matter what way you take, you should do your best!" - Grexiu S. Hao]