When I looked back, I saw a man with a CNN badge coming over. The man glanced at the badge on my chest and immediately showed a look of disdain. He then threw a bag in his hand to the police. I, said: "Put these things away quickly, hell, your movements are so slow, hurry up! Phil is about to put on makeup!"
After the man finished speaking, he left on his own. I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly got under the third row of seats. There was still a smell of motor oil in the back of the cabin.
I lay huddled underneath, surrounded by a lot of tools and cables to protect me.
Then, about five minutes later, from under the last seat, I saw a lot of people get into the cabin. At first it was the pilot and the co-pilot, and then several members of the media. One of them happened to be sitting in the seat in front of me. From the position where I lay on the ground, I happened to see a pair of slender, straight, very slender clothes in the front row. The woman's calf was wearing a pair of high-heeled shoes, and her legs stood side by side elegantly. Then I heard the media people in the cabin talking about something. These people were probably a little nervous. After all, it was on the spot to interview some vicious terrorists.
Then I heard a beautiful woman's voice: "Hey guys, don't worry about it... just treat it as a normal interview. Those terrorists are human, and even if they are bad, they are not necessarily worse than that." The hostage-taking incident in the Russian theater was even more terrible."
Immediately, these people were silent for a while, and soon someone laughed and said: "Yes, what Phil said is right, last time in the Russian Theater, we were able to go in and conduct live interviews with those terrorists, this time it should be the same No problem."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone made fun of him: "Aha, Luke, you said it nicely. Last time you were so scared that you almost peed your pants, and you couldn't even hold the camera steadily."
The helicopter was flying in mid-air, and under the roar of the propellers, these people had a loud conversation. Soon, I felt their voices suddenly quiet down, and as the fuselage shook... I knew in my heart that the plane had landed!
I have returned to the top roof of the Torch Building!
The propellers gradually stopped, and after the roar stopped, these people in the cabin also stopped talking. Then, I saw people standing at the hatches on both sides, and one of them shouted, "Come down! Everyone!"
I heard the sound of pulling the bolt of the gun, and the voice that spoke was also somewhat familiar. After thinking about it, it seemed to be Jack, the leader of the three white men.
Unlike Ramucci, Ramucci is a terrorist. And this Jack is the real "gangster".
"Hey, don't be nervous, we are all reporters and we don't have weapons in our hands. Please relax, we will cooperate." It was still the voice of the woman named Phil, her voice was indeed very confident, with a sense of calmness ... On this point, it is very close to Yang Wei's temperament.
When I think of Yang Wei, I feel hot in my heart, and I can't help touching something I put close to my coat pocket... It's a tube of asthma respirator, and Yang Wei's medicine is given to me by Hansen. Both of us have Yang Wei's medicine on us, whoever finds Yang Wei first can save her immediately!
The people in the front row started to get off the plane.
This time is the most dangerous time for me! Because the third row where I hid was where the other party interviewed the live broadcast equipment. I saw a pair of hands stretched out from the front row, and moved out the coils of cables, cameras, and other things that were originally covering in front of me...
Fortunately, I am still hiding under the seat at this moment, otherwise I am afraid I will be exposed immediately!
While I was in a state of anxiety, suddenly, I heard that Phil oops, bang, and a microphone fell in front of me! Then, a pair of very slender hands stretched out, and then I saw a woman bent down to pick up the microphone...
Then, I saw a woman's face, white, blond, about thirty years old, very beautiful...
In that very second she saw me and I was looking at her! We both stared at each other...
This is a very strange moment, just when I was already sighing and despairing in my heart... I almost even planned to rush out on the spot and fight directly, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope...
However, later, to my complete surprise, this woman only had a flash of extreme surprise in her eyes, and then her face immediately returned to normal!
Not the screaming, exclaimed I expected. She even just stood up calmly, and then I heard her steady voice say: "Okay, let's go in and work."
What made me very grateful was that she actually pretended to do it on purpose and closed the door of the cabin for me casually!
boom!
As the cabin door closed, the cabin fell into silence again.
The pilots of the helicopters ahead were no longer in the cockpit. Instead, he got off the plane a long time ago, and was ordered by Jack's men who were guarding the roof to guard a corner of the roof.
Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief, my forehead was already covered with sweat, and my back was also wet with sweat.
I moved out from under the seat little by little, but I didn't dare to straighten up, and I was still lying on the ground of the cabin. Then I pulled my canvas bag out of it.
I poked my head out a little bit quietly, only showing a pair of eyes on the glass window of the cabin, looking outside.
There were only three people on the roof, that Jack and her two men.
The reporter named Phil and others had already reached the entrance and exit of the rooftop, and someone from Ramucci led them in with a gun. Then the iron gate of the entrance and exit passageway on the roof was closed.
On my left, two pilots were ordered to sit on the side of a huge building vent in the middle, and two white gangsters stood three or four meters away from them with guns in hand, patrolling around.
As for that Jack, he leaned against the iron gate of the entrance and exit a little bored, holding a gun in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Judging from his expression, he seemed very gloomy.
I began to feel a little embarrassed.
Because the position of these three people standing is very bad for me! That Jack stood on the left side of the helicopter, and his two men stood on the right side of the helicopter.
These three people are distributed on both sides of me. No matter which side I start from, I will inevitably encounter a state of attack from both sides...
As for my plan, I don't want to make too much noise so quickly!
I took a deep breath, my mind was spinning rapidly, and then I finally gritted my teeth. I opened the zipper of the canvas bag I was carrying, took out a grenade from inside, and then gently and carefully pulled it open. The door of the cabin... the side facing the two gangsters and the two pilots.
I stared at them intently, and while the eyes of the two gangsters were turning around and not looking at me, I quickly threw a grenade in my hand against the ground towards them...
Gulu Gulu Gulu...
The grenade rolled quickly on the ground, and the two gangsters were looking around cautiously, when they suddenly heard the sound of the ground... Then under their terrified eyes, they saw a grenade rolling in front of them...
"Grenade!!!" With an exclamation, the two gangsters ran towards both sides almost at the same time, and threw themselves on the ground at the same time!
At the same time, that Jack who was leaning against the entrance of the passage reacted very quickly! He dropped the cigarette in his hand at once, and rushed over with a gun in his hand! As early as when the two thieves were on the ground, I quickly opened the cabin door and jumped out of the plane, and then quickly walked around from the side of the nose...
The two gangsters lying on the ground behind me saw me immediately! One of them yelled, "There's someone on the plane!"
I had already rushed to Jack's side at this time, and I flew towards him, crushing him to the ground in one fell swoop! The two of us rolled and wrestled a few times on the ground... As expected of an extremely vicious guy who was wanted by more than a dozen states in the United States, this guy was immediately huge and very agile.
Best, I punched him hard under the armpit, Jack let out a pained snort, and the muzzle of my gun was already on his forehead.
"Don't move! Jack, or I'll blow your head off!" I said coldly.
Jack immediately gave up struggling, and he chose to give up resistance very wisely.
"Stand up slowly, move slowly!" I pressed the muzzle of my gun against his forehead, and then we both stood up together, and I immediately pushed Jack in front of me.
The two Jack's men had already reacted. Their first reaction was not to rush over, but rushed to the sides of the two helicopter pilots, and at the same time held the heads of the two helicopter pilots with their guns.
Jack was relieved now, and he sneered twice: "Hey, boy, who are you? Are you a policeman? Or an agent? Now I have two hostages in my hand! You'd better let me go first! Otherwise... You won't just sit and watch the hostages being killed right in front of your eyes!"
I laughed even colder, and said without hesitation: "What nonsense are you talking about! Just let your subordinates shoot! I don't care about other people's lives. Jack, you are wrong, I am not a policeman or an agent! Boy, shoot if you have the guts, let's shoot together, dare you?"
"..." Jack was frightened by me, he didn't speak.
I was even more imposing, and then shouted: "Come on! Aren't you very vicious? Boy, come on! I'll count to three, let's shoot together!! I can blow your head off with one shot!! Come on Ah! One! Two!..." At the same time, I hit his temple hard with the muzzle of my gun.
"Stop! Wait, wait!" Jack finally softened!