Without even humming, the dagger in that guy's hand suddenly fell to the ground with a clang, and then slipped, slipped from the chair and fell to the ground!
And the terrorist standing by the window smoking was immediately shocked! He saw his companion fainted suddenly, and immediately threw away the cigarette butt. Just when he took two steps, Old Bruce suddenly jumped up and punched him in the face!
Although old Bruce is a little bit older, his old boxing still has a bit of youthful demeanor! This punch hit the terrorist in the face, causing the opponent to stagger, but soon, after all, he was a well-trained terrorist, and Bruce was overturned with a backhand shot. At the same time, I fell from the sky and rode on the head of that terrorist! My legs clamped tightly around his neck, making him unable to yell! At the same time, I took off the communicator on his body and threw it on the ground as soon as he turned!
The terrorist still wanted to raise his gun. I struggled with my legs, twisted and turned...
Click! ! !
With a crisp sound, his neck broke and his body went limp. I jumped on the ground and saw someone was about to scream, so I went up and covered his mouth, and at the same time hurriedly shouted: "Quiet, shut up!!"
Fortunately, only the two women yelled, and they shut up in time, the voices were not too loud.
I just reached out and pulled the old Bruce up on the ground, and he looked at me with surprise on his face: "How did you come back?! God...you..."
I shrugged my shoulders. Although I didn't come back to save them, if I can save people easily, I won't object. And just when I was about to say something, suddenly, Jessica stared at me, let out a low cry, opened her arms, hugged me at once, and then cried out suppressedly.
Her body was trembling, presumably she was very frightened.
Although she was once recognized as the number one sweetheart in Hollywood, but at this time, in this kind of place, I don't have any extra thoughts on her. Immediately grabbed her, and then carefully went to pick up the weapons of the two terrorists, and confirmed that both of them died.
"There's no time to explain." I looked at old Bruce: "What's the situation here now? Why are you here?"
Afterwards, the old Bruce said a few words, which really confirmed the guess in my heart!
As expected, Ramucci dispersed more than 200 hostages to take care of them! They were scattered in several rooms, each with about dozens of people. This made it more difficult for the police to rescue them.
And Yang Wei, who I care about the most...
"Sorry, I don't know what happened to Ms. Yang." Old Bruce thought for a while and said, "However, we all know that you are not dead, and Ms. Yang also knows. The last time I saw her was after you jumped out, After those terrorists shot at the window, they came back and said that you ran away. Then Ms. Yang was separated from us. She was taken away by the terrorist leader and was not locked up with us."
I frowned: "What about the passage leading to the lower floor in this room?"
"It's sealed." Old Bruce looked at me: "But they don't have tools like electric welding. As long as we have tools, maybe we can dig it out again!"
I nodded, as expected. I have some tools, and there is a folded engineering shovel in the canvas bag, which I gave to old Bruce directly. Let him take the people here and try to dig out the passage leading to the bottom in the room again.
"What about you?" Old Bruce looked at me.
"I'm going to find Yang Wei." I exhaled.
I asked them to re-block the door and told them: "The terrorists will definitely be in touch with the walkie-talkie at regular intervals to make sure everything is OK, so you don't have much time, so act fast. If you are caught, it will be difficult to escape. But hope is under your feet, as long as you can reach the downstairs, someone will take care of you!"
After speaking, I climbed into the ventilation duct again, this time Jessica was still crying, I don't know if it was fear or excitement. And I looked at the other people in the room, and most of them looked at me with infinite gratitude.
Time is urgent, and I can't care whether they can escape smoothly. I came through the ventilation duct to the makeshift kitchen that had been blown up before. It's already a mess here.
My only course of action is the ventilation duct, because I know that the surveillance probes on the entire floor have been controlled by terrorists, and the ventilation duct in the temporary kitchen was blown up by the gas I detonated before, leaving me without hair. The previous route continued, and I could only make a bend in the ventilation duct, then changed direction and climbed down.
After turning a corner, the dark ventilation duct in front became wider and wider, and I realized... I probably climbed to the hall directly from here! !
I'm a little nervous! Be more careful, not daring to make any noise.
To my amazement I was amazed when I climbed to the ceiling of the hall and looked down through the mesh cover in the ventilation duct! !
There are no hostages in the hall! In other words, almost all the hostages were transferred to the surrounding rooms!
And in the hall, a special live interview is going on!
Right in the middle of the hall, a strange metal tank about the height of a person stood there. It was obviously something that was assembled, and inside, in some transparent tubes, a kind of emerald green semi-liquid was quietly stored. substance…
Ramucci stood under the metal jar, looking at the camera calmly.
The interview team consisted of three people.
The leader is a young woman in professional women's clothing, very beautiful, blond, well-proportioned, and the most calm temperament. I could only see her side face... and I was sure after just one glance that this woman was the ace female reporter who had clearly spotted me on the plane but didn't tell the truth, the woman named Phil.
At this moment, she was holding the microphone in her hand.
The photographer was a little nervous. Kong Wu's originally strong body seemed a little weak. And another man with a camera shooting everywhere... my eyes lit up!
According to my cooperation with the FBI, I know that this guy is also an agent who sneaked in!
Ramucci is still the same, but he is wearing a windbreaker, still holds a pistol in one hand, and looks very calm—that is a kind of calm in the face of death.
To my slight surprise, all the explosion-proof glass cabinets in the hall where the priceless jewels were originally placed were all opened!
It must have been the result of the police compromising on them. It's just that no one cares about those jewels. Apparently these terrorists knew they were going to die, and no one would have any interest in such extraneous things.
"Beautiful ladies, I'm going to tell you about the culmination of this party."
Ramucci smiled like a magician who was about to reveal the answer!
"Look, TG23, a beautiful and terrifying killing weapon. A substance that is half liquid and half gas. And the bottom of this metal tank is a detonator... You see, I don't care if you get close to it, and you can even take pictures at will... Of course, Even if you want to rush up and turn it off now, it's impossible." Ramucci looked at the female reporter named Phil.
"Why?" Phil looked at Ramucci, and she didn't seem to be afraid at all: "Aren't you afraid that some of the police will sneak in among us, and then take advantage of the opportunity to subdue you, and then deactivate the detonator?"
"No, I'm not afraid." Ramucci looked at Phil: "Beautiful lady, I think I know you. I remember when you were in the Middle East, you used to be a war correspondent. It is rare to have such beauty and courage lady."
"Thank you for your compliment, but I still want to know the answer to my question." Phil smiled calmly.
Ramucci nodded, and then he suddenly lifted his blouse, revealing his own chest...
What made my heart twitch was that his heart was obviously scarred by a surgical operation! And the scar was red, obviously left not long ago!
"My detonator is remote-controlled, and the detonation method is my heartbeat induction!" Ramucci smiled slightly, pointing to his own heart: "There is a sensor here that senses my heartbeat. Originally, I wanted to put It senses the pulse on my wrist, but it is too dangerous and easy to lose... so it is safer to store it 'close to the skin'."
Looking at this crazy man's smile now, I can't help but feel a little horrible: "Look, this sensor can send my heartbeat frequency to the detonating device below, and once my heartbeat drops to a certain level, then, The detonator will be activated, and within thirty seconds, it will... bang!!" He made a gesture.
I noticed that the cameraman's legs couldn't help shaking. But Phil remained calm: "So, how do you control your heartbeat? I mean..."
"The way to control is my death!" Ramucci looked at the camera: "You can send out this uncut piece! Once I find that the situation has changed, or my action has failed, then I will do nothing Take my own life without hesitation! I can shoot myself... and everyone around me will be buried with me!! If someone tries to subdue me, then I still have a quick-acting poison solution in my mouth, as long as I bite through it It... Then within ten seconds, I will die, and once the heart rate drops...you know the consequences."
Only then did Phil feel a little moved: "In other words, the police can't subdue you... Even if they don't arrest you directly, but try to use some narcotic weapons..."
"Using an anesthesia weapon will reduce the heart rate of the anesthetized person... and the reduction is just in line with the standard I set for detonating this device." Ramucci said coldly: "So, if you want to dismantle this thing, unless it is me I want to, otherwise, no one can catch me."
I couldn't help but feel my scalp go numb.
This guy actually did such a great job!
You can't kill him, because the poison gas will explode when he dies!
Can't catch him because he's sure to kill himself! !
Anesthesia will not work, because anesthesia will lower the heart rate...
Depend on!