I sat on the edge of the roof, tightened the rope around my waist, and fiddled with the loose instrument above. This is an electronically controlled lifting rope with an effective distance of about 15 meters. The winch reel on the top can be electronically controlled. Within 15 meters, I can electronically control it to retract or release the rope. The controller is right on my waist.
"Hey..." I turned on the walkie-talkie and tuned to the channel I had agreed with the FBI people: "Listen, I'm going to act now, but I need you to do me a favor."
After the rustling noise, the voice of Police Officer Louis came: "Mr. Chen Yang?"
"Oh, Officer Lewis, it's great to hear your voice." I smiled. "I'm going to act now. But I need you to do me a favor."
"What?"
"Media control!" I said solemnly, "I'm on the roof of the Torch Building, and I'm about to go down from the periphery. But in the Twin Towers opposite me, there are countless media cameras and cameras facing us, so, I need your help to temporarily turn off all the media cameras in the twin towers opposite me! I don’t want the footage of me sneaking in to be transmitted to the TVs of thousands of households! You know, terrorists are hidden by someone Watching the TV in the city."
"Okay... please wait a moment." Officer Louis was quiet for a while, and I saw all the lights on the opposite Twin Towers suddenly dimmed!
"Okay, I have ordered the temporary shutdown of the Twin Towers, as well as all the networks, they can't shoot and transmit normally. But you have to be quick, you know, in this day and age, whoever has a The mobile phone can record it and transmit it! So you can only hurry, I have sent media liaison personnel here to contact the media."
"Thank you!" I closed the intercom.
I checked my equipment again on the edge of the roof, then turned over and supported the edge of the roof with both hands, then let go, and pressed the controller on my waist with the other hand. As the rope was slowly lowered, my body just slid down...
The strong wind at high altitude made my body start to sway, but my hands with the suction cups immediately pressed against the glass on the outside of the building, and soon, I was sucked to the wall like Spiderman.
I climbed down little by little, the suction cups of my hands were very strong, but it would be very laborious to move every meter, and the canvas bag tied around my waist was indeed too heavy.
Although before coming here, Hansen told me that this suction cup is a military product, specially used for high-altitude operations, and it is strong enough to bear a weight of more than 200 kilograms. But if it wasn't for a set of ropes tied around my waist, I wouldn't dare to imitate Spider-Man so rashly.
With the goggles to block the eyes, the vision will not be affected by the strong wind, but the sound of the wind whistling in the ear, such a strong wind blowing for a long time, will still make people dizzy.
At this moment, according to our agreement, the police below began to build momentum on both sides of the building as a cover.
Those searchlights were all concentrated on the two sides of the building, but the front appeared to be darkened, and then I heard several large loudspeakers turned up to the maximum volume, and then some police officers began to shout, nothing more than It is just some old-fashioned rhetoric to warn and persuade the other party to surrender.
Fortunately, however, the American police are quite creative, and they don't always use the old-fashioned lines of "you are surrounded" like those policemen in Hong Kong movies.
Under the strong wind, after all, I have no experience in working at heights, and the speed of action is not fast. It took me five minutes to go down less than two meters. On the wall, I looked at the time with the other hand, turned on the windproof walkie-talkie attached to my ear, and adjusted the dialogue channel...
After a rustling sound, Hansen's voice came from inside: "Confirm your identity, confirm your identity..."
"Okay, Hansen." I panted, high above the sky, I was forced into a mouthful of wind, and it was very difficult to speak: "Who else but me... I'm in place now, where you can see Me?"
"I can see it." Hansen's voice came clearly from the walkie-talkie: "But I have to say, the way you stick your butt on the wall is much uglier than Spider-Man."
I was depressed for a while, I didn't expect this big black man of the wood to be sarcastic. But I knew that he was looking at me through the binoculars on the opposite side of the Twin Towers at the moment, I gritted my teeth and said, "Okay, I need your help now, you must first confirm my location with the binoculars, and then tell me I'm safe." 'Enter' location."
This is what we agreed in advance. Hansen is on the opposite side of the Torch Building, using a military telescope with a thermal device to observe the building. I will enter on the sixty-second floor of the building, which is the top floor full of hostages and terrorists!
It's a bold plan, but it's actually pretty safe. Because the sixty-second-story building has a "back"-shaped layout, with a hall in the middle and a circle of different rooms on the periphery. Almost all the hostages were concentrated in the middle hall, so most of the terrorists should also be concentrated in the middle hall. And the surrounding rooms, including those lounges, dining rooms, bathrooms, and temporary kitchens, there are a total of 27 rooms in these peripheral rooms—the information is all through the copy given to me by Police Officer Louis Obtaining of the final architectural renovation drawings of the building.
There are only eleven terrorists on the sixty-second floor, including their leader Ramucci. Then, even if they sent people to patrol around the periphery, there must be a lot of empty rooms! Hansen's job was to use the heat sensor to identify which rooms were vacant, and then I could "enter" the building in the empty room!
"On your left, you go down, and then move horizontally for about seven meters. There is a safety belt. A row of rooms there are empty, and you can choose to enter there." Hansen's voice was steady: "But you only have five minutes at most, so, my Spider-Man. You'd better speed up!"
I cursed, braved the strong wind, and started to move little by little to the position he said.
This feeling is really heart-pounding. There is an abyss below me, and there is a strong wind around me. I just lie on the outer body of a moving skyscraper. The only protective device on my body is a rope. This feeling of body hanging in the air is really uncomfortable.
It took me five minutes to arrive at the place Hansen said, and I checked with him again. Hansen observed and confirmed that there was indeed no one there, and I was relieved.
I took out a suction cup from my arms, sucked it on the outer wall of the building, and then pulled out a rope from the suction cup. The metal hook on it was constructed on the rope around my waist, which barely fixed my body. body, I can free up a pair of hands.
From the huge canvas bag at my waist, I took out a folded metal angle hook, like a huge compass, and gently pressed one end on the window glass in front of me, and opened the other end, and a One end is the center of the circle, and a circle is drawn down...
There was no sound, not even the sound of cutting, not even the sound of glass breaking. Very quiet, a circular crack appeared on the glass. I pulled out the suction cup in the center of the circle, and then easily pulled out a piece of circular glass that had been cut, and a huge circle appeared on the window. Shaped hollow, then I leaned in and crawled in gently...
After landing, I was not in a hurry to take off the rope on my body, but immediately pulled out a gun, squatted on the ground and carefully guarded!
Fortunately, the place I entered turned out to be a toilet! And... judging by the facilities in the toilets, there are no men's urinals... well, it seems to be women's toilets.
The room was very dark, there were no lights on, it was quiet, and there was no sound. I squatted on the ground and waited for ten seconds before standing up with confidence. He untied the rope on his body, and then put the round cut glass back.
"Hansen, I'm here. It's on the sixty-second floor, the toilet on the side... Well, the women's toilet." I finished the last word depressingly.
Hansen didn't say too much on the other end of the walkie-talkie: "Okay, let me confirm your location for the last time. Now the area around you is safe about ten meters away. The guy closest to you is patrolling. Going clockwise, you will pass by your door in about a minute. Nothing else. This is the final location. You can start to act. I will also enter immediately. After I am in place, we will Have another call."
After speaking, the walkie-talkie was turned off.
I quickly switched the channel to Officer Lewis: "I need your help."
Police Officer Louis' voice was very solemn: "What?"
"Listen, immediately let your planes pretend to be close to the back of the building! Note, I'm talking about the back! At the same time, let the people shouting below increase their noise! Because I will take action on the front."
Soon, I heard the sound of propellers approaching in the distance. Sure enough, the police cooperated very well. The two helicopters pretended to try to approach from the back of the building. I leaned against the toilet door and listened carefully. I heard footsteps outside... but they were heading in the opposite direction from where I was, presumably attracted by the approach of the helicopter.