The elevator door slowly closed, and the strong man's windbreaker was unbuttoned by him, and he took out a mobile phone-like thing from inside, first pressing a switch on the monitor in the elevator, and the red light on the original phone-like device turned green after a few seconds. Then the strong man attached the phone near the elevator panel, picked the lock on the elevator panel, exposed the circuit board inside, and then connected to the phone. Soon the guy pressed the buttons on the floors that he couldn't have pressed before, and then he installed the panel and put the phone in his pocket. A conspicuous white skull on the tights underneath the trench coat was very clear, and the bearded strong man straightened his belongings, he tucked a short-barreled AR15 under the trench coat, carried it on his shoulder, and then stuck a few pistols into his waist and ankles, and felt for a few grenades and put them on his belt, and then he waited for the elevator to reach its destination.

On the other side, Bo Fu had already reached his destination. He carried a large bag with a few guys, a dozen magazines and a drum, a Glock and an M1911 in the holster at his waist, and a boa in the holster under his arm. The heavily armed Bo Fu was not in a hurry, but rather leisurely strolled around the eleven floors above the target.

In fact, the downstairs is already about to start the action. Celebrities, movie stars, and super-bigwigs are now standing in the hall, and the emcee on the stage, who is also the emcee of the recent Oscars, is now stirring up the atmosphere of the scene with witty words, and the hall is full of delicious food and wine, and the waiters are walking around the crowd with champagne. It is really rich and prosperous, the clothes are fragrant and the sideburns are colorful, and the lighting and people's dresses on the scene all show a look of the golden years of the twenties and thirties. But in the back kitchen, where the cold meal was prepared, the people inside were gesturing to each other, and a waiter was now standing in front of the door of the main electronic control room on this floor. With a nod from a security guard emerging from the other end of the hallway, the waiter pushed open the door and entered. Seconds later, the Twin Towers' monitoring room lost control of the three floors, and the surveillance television was covered with snowflakes.

The emcee, who was talking wittily, was pushed aside by a waiter pushing the dining cart with a few quick steps, and then the waiter picked up the microphone: "Please cooperate, we don't want to hurt you......." Then the men in waiter's clothes, security guards and chef's clothes immediately controlled the entrance and exit of the entire hall, and they were all carrying weapons. There were at least a dozen or so bodyguards from the security company in the venue, but they were all killed at the first moment by the people who approached them - some of them were even dressed in formal dresses and looked like guests, and they attacked at the same time as the stage changed.

Bo Fu slowly descended the fire escape as he listened directly to the movements of the daring kidnappers. If the kidnapped celebrities were also characters, almost no one panicked and yelled and nerves, so the kidnappers politely allowed them to walk around the venue and get food, but they had to hand over all their mobile phones. Thanks to the cooperation of these men, there were no casualties other than the death of the dozen or so bodyguards, and although some inevitably began to faint at the sight of the dead, the kidnappers quickly dragged the bodies away - the bodies were still useful.

The New York police had already been called - and interestingly, the kidnappers first called the New York Times and TV and then informed the police that we had successfully kidnapped anyone, and the sheriff's sweat was down......... He was joined by the mayor of New York and, of course, the FBI bigwigs - the kidnapping case was taken over by the FBI as soon as possible, and the White House phone call was made to the scene as soon as possible.

The charity venue was already well equipped for television recording and broadcasting, but now at the request of the kidnappers, the recording and broadcasting equipment is linked to the television station, and under the control of the kidnappers, the photographer can only broadcast the scene from one angle and one camera - the kidnappers need to use this to start bargaining with the authorities. Naturally, the demands made by these extremists are not unexpected, and they are nothing more than the release of certain people and the demand that the US government pay a large sum of money to a certain account. At the same time, to illustrate their will, the bodies of the three bodyguards were dropped from the upper floors - and the gang blew up the glass curtain wall of a room.

The kidnappers' firepower is quite modern, and they all have submachine guns like MP5s, so if everything goes well, there is no need for heavy firepower. But they were doomed....... just outside the venue, an elevator that wasn't supposed to stop here stopped with a ding, and the doors began to slide slowly. These kidnappers are also considered to have combat experience, they have already controlled all the elevator rooms at the first time, all the elevators on this floor of this building are under their supervision, when this elevator opens, there are already two bandits about ready to fire at any time.

The camera facing the elevator door transmits the footage to the computer experts among the thugs who are watching, but there is nothing but the empty elevator room - just a round ball suddenly rolling down from the elevator. In the next second, a huge sound and an extremely bright light filled the entire field of vision......

"Punisher....... but I want to see what the so-called special forces king is like. Bo Fu, who was still walking down unhurriedly, muttered to himself mockingly. And as he spoke, a strong man hung upside down from the top of the elevator, and two shots killed two bandits - one shot in the head, then two more shots, and one shot in the heart. The guy shook the cloak casually, revealing the tights under the cloak, and the huge skull opened and closed as the man bent forward, as if mocking the bandits. But at this time, Bo Fu also raised his head to look outside, and for him, the wall could not block his view at all - just outside the wall, a large red grid spider dragged a thin spider silk from above the blasted glass curtain wall.

"It's really hilarious... Diao Silk Man I know he's chasing me, but why does that special forces king look like he's coming at the kidnappers?" Bo Fu muttered - but there was one more guy who really caused trouble, a middle-aged, decadent man with a scruffy beard, wearing a vest and barefoot, now carefully descending from the top floor of the three-story building with a pistol. "I said, why is this plot so familiar......... Even Die Hard actually came. "Bo Fu thinks this world is really wonderful.