"So, my leverage now includes: your life and dignity, your commitment not to expose undercover agents, and the safe delivery of interviews that will benefit your organization. I suppose the memory card I handed over before is now on him, right? He was then handed over to the security guard while tying up the straps and putting on the hoods. Am I right?" said Hao Song with a smile.

However, this seemingly gentle smile was as piercing in the eyes of Mr. Ferrari as the bitter cold of the ninth winter: the series of undercover performances that I had requested to be added in order to supplement the sage's plan turned out to be as childish and ridiculous as a child's trick in the eyes of the other party!

No...... The performance in front of Aloha Tower was a bit pompous, but it was far from enough to determine the identity of the undercover agent codenamed "Gerbil". Only by following the actions of "gerbil" from beginning to end can we discover his flaws. In that case, just get him......

After strengthening his confidence, Mr. Filari finally calmed down, he stared into Hao Song's eyes, and asked word by word, "How can I trust you?"

Although there is no beginning or end to this statement, Hao Song knows that his full meaning should be: If I am willing to do this deal, how can I trust that you will not reveal your identity as an undercover agent?

And for this question, Hao Song can naturally deceive himself, gamble and curse, swear by the mountains and seas (don't use idioms indiscriminately, hey!), and say some nonsense oaths that ghosts don't believe in "If I leak, the sky will thunder, I won't die well, and I will be suppressed in the basement pit of the eighteen-story hell forever".

But as a mind cultivator, Hao Song still needs a certain lower limit. After all, to say that kind of nonsense is to blaspheme oneself and the intelligence and emotional intelligence of others and others! So this thing said unceremoniously and directly: "You believe in a mallet! I don't even believe it myself." The tone and content are very choking, and there is a lot of malice in it.

However, Mr. Filari, who was teased and should have been furious, was stunned for a moment, but instead nodded approvingly, and said, "I didn't expect you to be a sincere person!"

Hearing this, Edward Mierro, who was behind Filari, just wanted to grab the ground with his head, and almost couldn't help kicking over the night pot on the side! He couldn't hide his words, and directly complained: "This guy with a bad stomach is a sincere person? There are all saints in the world!"

Monsieur Ferrari looked back in Edward Mierro's solid arm (the terrier never tires of it) and said with emotion: "Even a six-year-old doesn't necessarily trust a stranger's promises. However, when everyone needs to make a promise to others, their first reaction is still to give flashy oaths and curses!"

He paused, glanced with slight respect at the indifferent cowardice on the side, and continued: "But Monsieur Grecius disdains it, apparently he knows that promises without safeguards are as vain and fragile as castles made of sand. Isn't that a valuable quality?"

Edward was speechless, and said in his heart: "Although I don't know how to refute it, but with my intuition, there must be something wrong with this old fellow's understanding...... Forget it, Lao Tzu is not his father, if the fool is willing to be sold, let him go with him. ”

Edward's instincts were indeed right, although Hao Song had belittled Filari's IQ and acting skills, it was undeniable that this old guy was still an upright bald orangutan of sound mind and above average. In the case of knowing that the other party's IQ is not low, the cowards are too lazy to use those meaningless and stupid tricks that will only make people laugh. In other words, if you are facing the kind of opponent with low intelligence and negative emotional intelligence, then this cunning guy will definitely start running with a train full of mouths and swearing without saying a word.

When you see people, you talk about people, and when you see ghosts, you talk nonsense. In the same way, the way to deal with "sages", "real people", "smart people", "ordinary people" and "communicative primates" also varies from wisdom to wisdom. As the saying goes, "change is universal, unchanged is strong, change is prosperous, unchanged is decay, change is life, unchanged is death." ”

Hao Song, who was misunderstood as a sincere person, of course would not be kind enough to say his true thoughts at this time. Instead, he raised his eyebrows, faked a gentleman's frank appearance and nodded, eager to write on his face, "I am an upright person, a noble person, and a person who has escaped low-level interests!"

Edward Miero was helpless at the sight of his blind dog. He could only try to look away, trying to find a familiar figure in the crowd of hostages. Finally, he saw a pair of familiar long legs and grinned.

Soon, the tangled Mr. Filari made a mental decision: to abandon the undercover agent who had been exposed, in order to cover up his deepest buried hole cards, which would never be detected.

"Thank you for your candor. Although I can already be sure that the positions of the two are completely different from those of the US imperialists. But I still can't believe your promises. This is especially true if we are not able to give strong limits or sufficient benefits. "People always get stronger when they give up something, like discipline. And after Mr. Ferrari gave up the secret of protecting the undercover agent, he seems to have regained his usual calm and courtesy. If you can ignore his voice, which is pinched by Edward's throat and has some duck-like flattenings......

"So now we're trading back to square one. You let me go, and then leave with up to two hostages. As he said this, Mr. Ferrari seemed to be back to his confident and bold terrorist leader.

"Don't worry~" Hao Song once again showed that ill-intentioned playful smile, laughing so much that Mr. Filali's heart was "popping" again, and the psychological shadow area expanded sharply along with the pupils, and even the hormone level did not know how much it soared......

"Since that chip is not reliable, let's talk about the other, and the biggest one!" said the coward, turning his gaze to Mr. Filari. That powerful aura almost made Mr. Ferrali, who is a Muslim, think that this was going to explode his own! But when Hao Song finished the next sentence, his eyes were dark and his whole body trembled. The heart would rather be blown by force by this goods / chrysanthemum than be seen through again with intelligence helplessly......

"The detonator should be on you, right?, Dear Mr. Filari?", these words were like an earth-shattering sentence in Mr. Filari's ears, announcing that Hao Song once again ruthlessly broke and shattered Mr. Filari's scarred and broken psychological defense. Like a pair of hairy hands, tightly grasping his little liver! and like a sweaty foot, fiercely trampling on his descendants!

"Why!!How do you know?!How can you possibly know?!Impossible...... Devil! Thou art demons! Devils who can penetrate people's hearts! ......Allah Ahh

"How do I know? That's a good question!" Hao Song looked excited, obviously excited to be able to conduct a very high-level post-mortem analysis.

Edward Miero said helplessly in his heart: Here it is again. But this time, he was also quite curious about how Hao Song came to that conclusion without warning.

The coward shook his head and said in a strange tone of storytelling: "As we all know, this terrorist has three hobbies! That is, hostages, explosions, and being on TV!"

"Hey, don't talk like a normal hobby like smoking, drinking, and perming curly hair~" Edward wasted no time in spitting out.

"Now that there are hostages and the TV is on, how can there be no explosions? I believe that as long as they have the ability to do it, these fanatical and stupid madmen will dare to bomb Pearl Harbor!" Hao Song said conclusively.

"You seem to have hacked an entire country just now. "Eduard Mierro consciously took on the job of complimenting Mr. Ferrari when he was in a trance and clearly out of shape. "The problem is that with their gang of frustrations, they can't do it by smashing pots and selling iron, right?"

"Of course they can't rely on these ordinary erect bald orangutans~ Turn the entire tower into an electromagnetic shield, replace all the glass with high-strength bulletproof glass, and silently load the tower with explosives. This method of magic may seem to the ignorant fanatics to be called a 'miracle', but for us it is only a secret that is a little more difficult to get hold of than common sense. ”

"You mean...... What a simple and crude conclusion!!" Tyrant Edward finally understood the point, and his face showed a look of impatience and eagerness. His muscles tensed, his eyes lit up, and he kept looking around.

"The first reaction was to have a hard anus with a sage comparable to the Spirit King, hey! Enough! Others went home early to wash and sleep!" Hao Song patted Edward's shoulder with a smile, trying to calm him down and turn off the mental effect.

"Also, if the Creation Realm Sage was still there, you kid would have been hiding a long time ago. Edward closed his eyes dissatisfied, and when he opened them again, his eyes had returned to their usual pale blue.

"Speaking of which, we've seen each other more than once......" Hao Song recalled the painter with a cold expression like a god, and couldn't help but be afraid for a while. "I specially chose the stormy day with the smallest number of tourists, squatting in Aloha Tower for three days, playing a magic trick comparable to 'creation', laying a solid foundation for the success of a group of rabble's actions, worthy of the name of the sage of the mind cultivator!"

Wait a minute...... In retrospect, the first time I saw Mr. Abdul, when I left Alohata, a certain silicon-based meow who was eating ......and drinking and not doing his business seemed to have noticed it! Is the leader of the Creation Realm Clan?"

This lazy person who gave birth to a child and has no ass/eyes already knew the details of the other party at that time, but he was full of malice and concealed it? Aren't you afraid that I will be pinched to death by the sages of the Creation Realm like a random pimple? The most incompetent pet (owner) in the world is none other than this, right? One day, you must take this guy to be sterilized!

Besides, as a cat, how did this thing make that lewd/"hey" sound? The cat's skin is wrapped in a black belly/uncle who likes to meow and maliciously sell cuteness, hey! No! The imagination is too rich, and the bad picture is directly made up by the brain! The whole person is not good!

["You stupid erect bald orangutan meow meow~ Don't think that this king is a character like 'close-fitting grandfather'!" - Silicon-based meow Hao Meng]