"Dute, what are you doing? Why don't you attack?" came the stern voice of the boss on the phone.
"Sir, the firepower of the bandits is very powerful. They are not ordinary bandits, but a well-trained force! Moreover, they also occupy the geographical advantage. If we launch an attack rashly, we may pay heavy casualties!" Dutt immediately explained.
"Dute, I'm watching TV too!" The boss's voice was full of annoyance, as if he had just been humiliated. Then he continued: "Because I am also watching TV, so I just watched TV at Taj Mahal." Ha, I saw everything on the rooftop of the hotel! Zhang Guan was just an athlete, but he eliminated a small group of gangsters! The gangster he beat to a pulp just now is still lying there! Is this what you call training? Well-trained troops? A well-trained troops will be killed by an athlete?"
"Sir, actually Zhang Guan..." Dut was about to explain Zhang Guan's accurate shooting skills and good fighting skills, but was interrupted by his superior.
"Don't make excuses for me! Just now, the phone number of our Ministry of Foreign Affairs was almost exploded! The British Prime Minister's phone calls came to our Prime Minister's Office! Everyone's question is, why can an athlete solve it? There are gangsters, but our police can't do anything about the gangsters! Are our hundreds of police officers worse than one athlete?" The boss paused, and then said: "Dute, if you don't deal with those gangsters faster, we in India will You will become the laughing stock of the whole world!"
Dutt put down the phone, looking extremely embarrassed.
"Sir, Zhang Guan him..." the voice of one of his police officers sounded.
"What new trouble did that athlete bring me?" Dutt raised his head and saw Zhang Guanzheng throwing an old fire hose down the wall on the TV screen.
"He's going to use that fire hose as a rope! Quick, notify the action team and send someone to respond!"
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Inside the Taj Mahal Hotel.
"Sarupa has been killed!"
"Saluba? Didn't he go upstairs to catch the world champion? Why was he killed? Were there police?" A gangster nervously clenched the gun in his hand.
"Saluba was killed by that world champion." The person from before said.
"What? What happened? How did you know?"
"I watched it live on TV. Saluba was beaten up by the world champion as a sandbag."
"Let's go to the rooftop! Let's meet the world champion!"
…
"Martha, I'll get off first, you follow me." Zhang Guan pulled the fire hose hard and felt it was strong enough. Then he grabbed the hose and climbed down along the wall. The reason why he chose to go down was because he was worried that Sharapova would miss. If he was below, he would be able to catch Sharapova even if she missed.
Fire hoses can withstand high pressure, are abrasion-resistant and corrosion-resistant. Even if the hose is very worn, it can bear the weight of two people without any problem.
On the helicopter, the camera lens was always pointed at Zhang Guan, but the reporter kept urging: "There are no gangsters now. Let's get closer and take a clearer picture!"
The helicopter began to approach Zhang Guan, but the wind brought by the propeller made Zhang Guan sway around. He and Sharapova had to stop and lean against the wall.
If it were flat ground, the wind caused by the helicopter's spiral angle would obviously not have much impact on them, but they were hanging on the fire hose now, which was equivalent to hanging in mid-air. At this time, the helicopter ascended The turbulence brought up by the aircraft is simply deadly stuff.
"This damn helicopter flew so close and created such a big airflow. I couldn't move at all!" Zhang Guan cursed in his heart, then turned around and shouted at the helicopter: "Get away! Stay away from me." Some!"
"Ha, Zhang Guan seems to be talking to us, hurry up! Get closer and take a picture of his expression! Give him a close-up of his face!" the reporter shouted excitedly.
Instead of leaving, the helicopter got closer and closer.
"Pig teammates! Pig-like teammates! It's okay if you didn't come down to save us just now, and now you're here to cause trouble!" Zhang Guan became completely angry. After spending so much effort, he killed several gangsters and was about to escape. But he was blocked by his own people!
"Get out of here!" Zhang Guan continued to shout, but the helicopter did not respond at all. Instead, the reporter happily explained to the audience.
"The wind is too strong, I can't hold on!" Sharapova's voice sounded from above, which made Zhang Guan even more anxious.
"You're not leaving yet! Then don't blame me!" Zhang Guan grabbed the water hose with one hand and took the grenade from his waist with the other hand.
Zhang Guan took a total of two grenades from Ramiro before, but only used one just now, so now there is still one left.
I saw Zhang Guan bit off the seal of the grenade with his teeth, and then threw it towards the helicopter. At the same time, he cursed angrily: "I told you not to leave!"
…
"Zhang Guan stopped. Why did he stop? Is he exhausted? Oh! He was waving to us! And he was talking! What on earth was he talking about? It was too noisy on the helicopter, I You can’t hear it at all!” the reporter said into the microphone.
"He told us to stay away! I think the airflow generated by our propellers may have affected him!" The helicopter pilot's voice entered the reporter's ear through the intercom.
"Of course I know he told us to stay away! Don't worry about him. It's a rare opportunity. If we get closer, I want to take a picture of Sharapova's frightened expression! This will definitely make the headlines!" the reporter said and reopened the page. He picked up the microphone and continued: "Now we see Zhang Guan took something out from his waist, and he bit it! What was it? Oh, it turned out to be a grenade! He threw it over!"
In the next sentence, the reporter suddenly screamed: "Grenade! Run! Grenade!"
Without a focus point and hanging in the air, Zhang Guan obviously couldn't use his arm strength, so the grenade did not hit the helicopter, but fell below the helicopter before exploding. Some fragments hit the helicopter's territory, but since the explosion was relatively far away, it did not produce much damage. At most, it was just some impact sounds.
But the people on the helicopter were shocked by this. The pilot quickly raised the control stick, and the helicopter suddenly rose up and flew farther and farther away from Zhang Guan. They ascended from the side of the hotel building. Arrived at the top of the rooftop.
However, what the people on the helicopter did not expect was that several new gangsters had just boarded the rooftop. These were the same people who came to have a meeting after learning that Saluba had been killed. And the first thing they saw was the helicopter.
"Look, the helicopter!"
"Kill that helicopter!"
"Da da da da da da..."
Several flashes of fire emerged from the gangster's hands, and the helicopter pilot was so frightened that he hurriedly swung the joystick away from the Taj Mahal Hotel building, but a series of bullet holes had already appeared on the helicopter's fuselage.
In the cabin at the back, the reporter had already fallen into a pool of blood. He had been shot several times and was about to die! The photographer's situation was even worse than him. He was hit in the vital part by a stray bullet and died on the spot.
"If I hadn't gotten too close just now, maybe this wouldn't have happened!" The reporter's eyes were full of regret. He knew that he was too greedy, and for this, he paid the price with his life.
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The helicopter went away, and Zhang Guan let out a sigh of relief. He didn't know that the "pig teammates" had been killed by the gangsters, but the gunshots that had just sounded on the rooftop gave Zhang Guan a bad premonition. He could guess Another gangster boarded the rooftop.
"Martha, hurry, we have to go down quickly! The gangsters are here again!"
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