Thinking about it carefully, it is not difficult to conclude that Filari took this magnum as a night pot.

The first is that the road out of the side hall is blocked by the terrorists themselves, and the road to the toilet is no exception. Secondly, most of the terrorists drank some watery porridge for supper last night, and there were other non-alcoholic drinks at the bar, and the replenishment of water this night was obviously already exhausted, and it was imperative to drain some excess liquid. Again, terrorists are also civilized people, and it is impossible to untie their belts in a corner, and in this semi-enclosed environment, the only solution is to find a temporary night pot.

Combined with Edward's brilliant description of "horse urine" and Mr. Ferrali's strange words and deeds, Hao Song easily came to the conclusion that would make the tyrant angry: the bottle contained a mixture of the excreted bodily fluids of the crowd

"How dare you fool me!?" Sure enough, Edward Mierro opened his mouth with one hand, grabbed the microwave-sized bottle with the other, and poured it into his mouth!

Mr. Ferrari was already pale and his stomach was tumbling when he smelled the smell of urine!!, how could he be willing to drink even a sip?

Hao Song happily looked at Mr. Firali who was struggling in Edward's strong arms, and waited until the mouth of the wine bottle was already attached to Mr. Filali's white lips before he interrupted: "Senior, don't be like this, we are decent civilized people." I don't know who will believe this, but it is clear that Edward and Mr. Ferrari cannot be allowed to make this a toast under any circumstances.

"No! I must let this old fellow taste this waste liquid that has no energy and is not necessary for the body! it is a waste of digestion!" said Tyrant Edward, but his movements slowed down. I don't know if it's because of the angry eyes of the terrorists, or because of the persuasion of the good brothers.

Hao Songxin said: I'll wipe it! Does this mean that as long as you have energy, or your body needs it, even if you have urine, you can drink it to me? Recalling the wonderful moments when this guy ate fat worms and cow eggs raw, it seems that it is really possible! But if the crux of the problem is here, then it will be easier to do

So the cowardly said with a sincere face: "But almost all of the sugars with a little edible value in these waste liquids with low nutritional value are provided by Mr. Filali, who has diabetes!"

"Daddy!" Fei Lali thought that Hao Song was going to intercede for him, and he was just a little relieved, but he couldn't help but say such a nonsense! Suddenly he was shocked! He wailed in his heart: "Don't open any pot and mention which pot! The edible value of sweet urine is disgusting to think about! Don't emphasize that it was me who urinated! This is really enough for me to drink a pot!"

However, unexpectedly, Edward Mierro was stunned when he heard this, and then nodded and suddenly said: "Makes sense! It seems that I almost blamed the only person who has edible value." With that, he put down the bottle.

Filari scolded and complained in his heart: "You let me go for a strange reason! What kind of logic is this!?Do diabetics still have this kind of 'edible value'? It sounds creepy! These two goods are really crazy, right?" scolded in his heart, but thanked him: "Thank you for raising your noble hand"

"Raise your hand?" Edward looked at him quizzically, then lifted the bottle again. Mr. Ferrali was so shocked that the cucumber was about to break, and hurriedly said, "No, no, no! the strong man has something to say, put down the night pot first!" A nervous tone that was about to be broken.

After Hao Song watched Mr. Filari suffer some mental ravages and relieved his sense of taste in a strange way, he finally got down to business: "Mr. Filari, let's make a good deal for mutual benefit!"

Filari was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then his face quickly calmed down, and he said in his heart, "Finally, it's time for me to negotiate the skin that I'm good at!" So he pretended to be calm and said lightly: "The premise of doing business is that there are mutual needs, and you don't seem to have what I need in your hands." At this point he paused, secretly glanced at the large night pot placed beside him, and added: "If you are going to trade with my life and dignity, I can tell you that as a faithful servant of Allah, those can be abandoned at any time!"

"What!?" Tyrant Edward was so angry when he heard that he couldn't figure out the situation, he directly pinched his mouth open, and lifted the night pot again to be filled!

Philali, who had always been in a high position and pampered himself, was so frightened that his eggs were about to break, and he had no idea that Edward, a violent maniac, had no negotiating demeanor at all! If he didn't agree with him, he would give him a heavy dismount and pee! "Ahh

Hao Song tilted his head, a hint of sarcasm hung on the corner of his mouth, and said in his heart, "Why did you go earlier, Edward is very impatient." If it weren't for the conditions, I would have already asked someone to make you a beer-flavored pork, and called a majestic brother to pick up soap with you, of course, the urine mixture of erect bald orangutans seems to be quite powerful. ”

Of course, Edward's white face was finished, and he couldn't drop the chain, so he quickly regained his smile and said, "It's nothing, Edward is just joking with you! After saying this, the tyrant Edward also stopped very cooperatively.

After being teased back and forth like this three times, Mr. Ferrari has no discipline to speak of. He nodded again and again: "As long as it is not too demanding, we can agree! I just ask you to make me die for ISIS and Allah!"

"I want you to release all the hostages. Hao Song said with a smile.

"This can't be!" Filari was so shocked by the arrogant request that he almost jumped.

"Humph!" Edward snorted disapprovingly, pinching his neck.

"Don't get excited!Isn't this talking!?" Filari exclaimed in a somewhat distorted voice, and when he saw his subordinates in the distance looking at him suspiciously, he lowered his voice again, "It is impossible for me to achieve such harsh conditions with a cheap life that must be discarded and no dignity at all! If you two want to leave safely, I can promise you! This is the limit!" The question of principle is well controlled.

"You're not honest!" squinted and smiled like a fox, "You had plans to free the hostages, didn't you?"

Hearing this, Ferrari let out a "chuckle" in his heart, but there was no discoloration on his face, just a just right look of doubt, and asked: "What are you talking about, Monsieur Gracieur? How can we give up such an important bargaining chip as a hostage? We are not a charitable organization. Mr. Ferrari felt that at this moment, his acting skills had soared to the limit of the only time in his life! He even felt that he could go to the Academy Awards!

But judging from the confident Hao Song, this guy's performance is all broken, ah no, it's a flaw. For example, the hands clench slightly involuntarily, the expression of doubt lasts too long, and the breathing becomes gentle and careful. A series of unnatural reactions proved that Filari was playing dumb. Not to mention that Hao Song has long been in control of the conclusive information, so in the eyes of the cowards, this is a clumsy performance by extras.

So Hao Song shook his head and read: "Oh~ This situation is what the saying goes, if you don't see the Yellow River, you won't die, you won't shed tears if you don't see the coffin, you won't hit the south wall and don't look back, and if you don't go to the Great Wall, you're not a hero!"

"The last sentence obviously doesn't mean the same thing as the first three, right? don't think I can't hear nonsense in Chinese English!" Edward interjected.

"That's just for the sake of neatness. He was not annoyed that the cowardice was exposed, and after a perfunctory remark, he looked at Filali, whose expression began to waver slightly, and continued: "Not counting me and Lady Anne, the real number of hostages is 49. Do you understand that?"

Filali's face froze slightly, and he couldn't help but look away, and said to him: "The hostages are obviously 50 people, do you think this will allow me to ignore one hostage? Actually, you just want to rescue your sister-in-law, right? Or is it the old man named Chuan Bo?"

"Oh, they're not in a hurry. Besides, you'll soon find out that trading with me with some hostages that I'm going to let go is definitely a good deal that won't lose money. Hao Song smiled calmly, and casually said a secret move that ISIS had planted a long time ago, "Let's talk about the fiftieth hostage." Or should I call it an undercover agent? The one who looks jumpy, the only one who has been treated badly by you and who is clearly at odds with you. Am I right? Dear Mr. Filari?"

Mr. Filari did not answer Hao Song, and he did not need to answer. His eyes wide as a ghost, his trembling hands, and his closed mouth all confirmed the accuracy of what he said.

Hao Song didn't care about Filali's expression, but recounted in a contemptuous tone like seeing a booger stuck under the table: "When he first saw that security guard on TV, he was very strange. It took almost 10 minutes between the time you fired your guns and the time you took the hostages to Aloha Tower. During this time, the entire Aloha Bazaar has almost run out, and this guy is actually at the gate of Aloha Tower, holding his head in both hands!"

Saying that, Hao Song glanced at the direction of the security guard by the way, and continued to say in a smug tone: "If I were to be an undercover agent, I would have to stay in the security room and pretend to be conscientious." Only in this way can the illogical act of 'not fleeing' be explained, and it can also be corresponded to the subsequent act of defiance of violence. ”

After that, as a hostage whose life was not guaranteed, this guy dared to blatantly make some reactionary remarks in an interview! And you, who treated the hostages politely, treated this guy relatively roughly, but never humiliated. You must know that in order to deal with me, 'Brother Ma Bu' almost gave me an internal bleeding, I think these actions should be to help him draw a clear relationship, in order to avoid the investigation of the US imperialists afterwards, right?" Speaking of this, Mr. Filari couldn't help but bow his head in his gaze.

"But I have to say, you guys are really exaggerated, logically deranged, and severely brain-dead!"

"There will always be flaws in scams, but people only believe what they want to believe. For example, believing that heroes are invincible and that justice will prevail. How do you know that the so-called heroes and justice are not a clumsy hoax?"