At the same time, I quickly picked up the gun dropped by Jack on the ground, quickly dropped the magazine, returned the gun to him, and said loudly to him: "Hold your gun and pretend nothing happened Same!"
I had already rushed in front of the two pilots, grabbed them one by one, and leaned against the wall, and at the same time shouted to Jack's two men: "You guys, hurry up! Stand under the helicopter for me! quick!!"
With the waving of the gun in my hand, the two did so.
In the sky, after the helicopter approached a little bit, it circled for a while, and the camera lens was filmed on the roof for a while, and then left.
Luckily... I was relieved that the helicopter didn't catch me pointing a gun at Jack!
You know, the helicopter in the sky is an interviewer for the media! Those media don't care about anything! If they send back the captured footage... Once it's played...
Don't forget, Ramucci still has accomplices outside. Ramucci asked for a TV interview. He must have accomplices lurking in the city watching TV outside! If once I let his accomplices see the roof of the building here, I have controlled Jack and his men... then it's over! My plans will be disrupted too!
After the media helicopter left, I sighed and glanced at Jack.
Fortunately, he is very honest, it seems that he really gave in to me. I thought about it, and glanced at a pilot beside me: "Is there a radio on the helicopter? You take me there, I want to use the radio."
The pilot took one look at me and complied. But when we got to the side of the helicopter, he stopped suddenly, turned to look at me, and said seriously: "Who are you!"
After finishing speaking, he suddenly pulled out a pistol from under the seat of the helicopter and pointed it at me!
This is beyond my surprise!
"Listen, I just said, I'm not a cop anyway!" I looked at the gun in his hand.
"I don't care who you are! But I don't allow you to do anything here! This will destroy our action plan!" The pilot stared at me: "I'm from the FBI!!"
oh
I raised my eyebrows. The FBI actually knew to send people to mix in with the interviewers. It seems that these people are not too useless.
"So what?" I shrugged.
"I will not allow you to do any unplanned things here, which will endanger the safety of the hostages! Sir!" He pointed a gun at me: "So, please put down the weapon in your hand now!"
I stared at the pilot. He was wearing ordinary pilot's clothes. There was even a TV station logo on the uniform. He also looked ordinary, and the gun in his hand was steady.
"I won't put down the gun." I looked at him and said steadily, "You can shoot me...you might as well try it."
"Sir, please don't force me!" His tone contained a warning: "I am working for the government, and now, in the name of the FBI, I order you to put down the weapon in your hand!"
"So what are you going to do?" There was a sneer on my face: "Are you going to report to your boss that the rooftop has been controlled by you? And then plan to parachute down a team of SWAT special police? Don't be kidding..."
I didn't care about the gun in his hand, and approached him step by step, with an undisguised expression of contempt on my face: "I can tell you, I was originally one of the hostages who just escaped from this building today ... I can mobilize the assistance of at least three huge family forces in North America at any time! As for you, you are just a small FBI agent... Believe me, if it is on weekdays, I can even make you lose Your job! Now, try it and shoot me! Can you take the responsibility? If I get hurt, your superiors won’t be able to take responsibility!"
I slowly stretched out my hand, he has already hesitated, and he is still hesitating...
Indeed, he cannot be held accountable!
He is an agent, yes, if he was facing a terrorist, he might be able to shoot without hesitation... But I am not a terrorist! !
This is the rule that the police or the FBI are subject to when doing business. And my kind of underworld doesn't have to be subject to these limitations!
"Don't force me!" He backed away and warned in a low voice.
I suddenly grabbed his wrist, and quickly removed his wrist joint. Before he could cry out in pain, my other hand had already caught his dropped pistol, and at the same time, I kicked him in the lower abdomen superior.
The FBI agent snorted, and bent down like a shrimp. I grabbed his hair again, pressed his head hard and knocked it on the plane... With a bang, his nose bleeds profusely, and by the time I picked him up, he was in so much pain that he couldn't even hum up.
I searched him quickly, but found nothing, then frowned and said, "Your FBI didn't just send you in alone, did you? You don't have anything on you, so why don't you just come here as a pilot, and then Being pointed at with a gun and doing nothing on the roof?"
"Woooo... You bastard, you broke my nose." He held his nose and said vaguely.
"Hey, you asked for it." I shrugged my shoulders: "Whoever stops me is against me! Now I will ask you a few questions, and you can answer me well." I thought for a while and said: "The one who went in In the interview team of the media, there should be people from the FBI, right? I don’t think the FBI is such a fool, and it’s useless to send only one person like you in. At least it will send a useful role.”
He didn't speak, I put the gun directly to his head: "Listen up, I promise I will shoot! So, don't test my patience, if you don't speak, I will kill you! There are so many There are so many terrorists, if you die, and then push it to the terrorists, it will have no effect on me!"
"You're threatening a man who works for the government! You're a crime, sir." He also tried to intimidate me.
"Oh... You still have some bugs on you, right?" I smiled: "Well, well, it seems that I don't need to talk nonsense with you. Well, I won't embarrass you, you Put on the radio and get in touch with your boss, and I'll talk to him myself."
This time he didn't resist, he obediently turned on the radio on the helicopter, and obediently contacted the people below under my nose.
Then after I got in touch, I immediately pushed him away, and then knocked him on the head with the handle of the gun, knocking him unconscious.
Then I put on the radio headset myself: "Hello, please tell me who you are!"
"Damn! Bastard, who are you!!" There was a roar from the other party.
"Sir, when you are talking to me, you'd better be more polite." I said coldly: "Now, please tell me who you are!"
After a noise came from the other side, a slightly calmer voice was changed, and a middle-aged man's voice said: "Hello, I am Link J. Fred, FBI Special Incident Specialist. You can call me Link is fine! Sir, no matter what your identity and background are, we have heard from his personal bugging device the way you threatened and treated our agents just now! You are blatantly violating the law, blatantly Challenge the US government and FBI!"
"Okay, I don't have time to talk to you guys." I looked at my watch: "My identity is one of the guests this time, one of the original hostages. My name is Chen Yang, you FBI can check me immediately I don’t need to talk nonsense. As for the others, I have already escaped, and you all know this, but now I’m back, and my purpose is to save my friends and deal with these terrorists. On this point , Our goals are not contradictory, so I just don't want anyone to hinder my work. And, if it goes well, maybe I can help you!"
"...But how can we be sure that your actions will not cause danger to the hostages inside!" The other party still tried to stop me: "You'd better not move around! Otherwise, your actions will have serious consequences for you!! "
I took a deep breath.
I also know that it is very unwise to use my ability to fight against the FBI of the United States and to be an open enemy to them. Although my main force is in Canada. But if the FBI in the United States has an enmity with me, then it shouldn't be too difficult for them to trouble me.
but…
damn it! Yang Wei is still inside! Yang Wei is still inside! ! ! Thinking of Yang Wei's desperate eyes at the end, and her weak look when she was short of breath. There is a fire burning in my heart!
No matter what, even if it costs me my life, I must save her! ! !
"Listen well, I'll give you two choices. First, you can send someone to arrest me now...but I'm afraid you won't be able to do it. Second... you choose to cooperate with me! Obediently follow me Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what happened. If you cooperate, maybe I can help you rescue the hostages.”
Of course, they can also contact the terrorists and tell them that I have taken control of the situation from the rooftop... But the people of the FBI will do this kind of thing, unless President Bush and Uncle Bin Laden ask for advice.
So, they have nothing to do with me. After all, I am the one in control now!
"... Tell me about your request." The other party's voice was compromising.