Outside the hotel, Interpol and the police on-site commanders looked at the helicopter landing on the roof with dark faces, their fists clenched tightly, wishing they could rush in immediately and tear these psychopaths into pieces.
If the robbers were of average psychological quality, they could often be successfully resolved through the communication of negotiation experts. But for notorious mercenaries like these, negotiation experts could only play the role of connecting the bottom line requirements of both parties. Sometimes they would even get themselves involved.
Because there was no commanding height nearby, the sniper could not lock onto the rooftop. In addition, the hostages were threatened, and although the number of people and firepower on the scene were enough to kill the group in an instant, everyone could only watch the helicopter that was sent to pick them up land carelessly.
This has become a difficult paradox: the police dare not act rashly because of the safety of the hostages, and can only watch the other party escape with the hostages. But after escaping, the criminals often kill the hostages in the end. This is what everyone feels most frustrated about.
"Fuck!" A big shot at the scene cursed angrily.
"There are at least a dozen of them. One helicopter can't accommodate them all, right?" A policeman in a bulletproof vest looked up and said subconsciously.
"Hmph, this is to send the leader away! The rest of the people will either be abandoned or, after the leader leaves, use the hostages to threaten us to release them!" said the on-site commander standing in the front angrily.
"Sir! The surveillance footage taken by the drone has been transmitted!" A police officer holding a notebook ran over. The people standing in front subconsciously moved closer to take a look, but were suddenly stunned.
"That... is one of ours!" an Interpol officer suddenly shouted in surprise.
On the rooftop, Piem hugged his shoulders, tapping a gleaming silver pistol on his arm with one hand, looking at the figure standing in front of him with interest, and said with a sneer: "Exchange of hostages? That's a good idea, but what if I don't agree?"
"Then I'll kill her!" Hero Han pointed the gun at the back of Yuan Xiaoxiao's head and shouted fiercely.
"Well, whatever you want, I don't know her!" Pim shrugged and gestured for invitation.
He didn't lie, and even felt like laughing, because he really didn't know this woman. It was inexplicable that this self-righteous policeman actually arrested a stranger to threaten the mercenaries.
"Skanna~Help, help me!" Yuan Xiaoxiao was grabbed by the hair, her face was covered in blood, and she cried out as she looked at a figure squatting on the ground behind someone.
"Why, do you know Mr. Scana?" Pim turned his head and looked at a figure squatting on the ground and asked with a smile.
"Uh... I'm not very familiar with him!" Scana raised his shoulders and said indifferently, "It's up to you!"
Behind the iron gate, a badger covered his face with his claws. Old Hantou also wanted to cover his face.
"Damn..." Han Daxia, who was standing close to Yuan Xiaoxiao, curled his lips and whispered in her ear, "Your popularity is really bad. Is he your accomplice or your enemy?"
"Idiot... I told you this trick won't work!" Yuan Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes, frowned, and suddenly leaned back, grabbing Han Daxia's gun-holding hand and throwing him to the ground with a shoulder throw. With a crisp "click", someone's wrist turned outward and released the gun.
Without waiting for the gun to fall to the ground, Yuan Xiaoxiao raised her foot, kicked the gun up, and grabbed it.
“Ah…” The veins on Han Da Xia’s forehead popped out and he groaned as someone stepped on him to the ground.
Yuan Xiaoxiao broke one of his arms. Old Han was sweating profusely from the pain, especially with a confused look on his face. This was not in their plan and was completely beyond his expectations. Then, before he could react, Yuan Xiaoxiao pulled up his other arm and stepped on his shoulder and pulled it hard.
"What the hell..."
"Ah~" A badger's eyelids twitched, and everyone felt pain for him.
"Heh..." Piem sneered, turned his head and looked at his men around him, mocking: "With this kind of acting skills, you still want to deceive..."
Before he finished speaking, Yuan Xiaoxiao threw a copper lighter into the crowd.
"Fuck! It's a bomb!"
Scana screamed and was the first to fall backwards.
"Shit..."
The crowd on the rooftop scattered and the sound of explosions rang out in an instant. Along with the scattered black smoke, a few silver lights flashed by, and the hostages who were lying on the ground in fear did not even make a sound and did not move, with a piece of silver knife handle exposed behind their backs.
"You (o_o)??, you bitch Σ! I (д), I will kill you ah ah!"
Han Daxia, who was lying on the ground, had his eyes popping out of his head. He dragged his two broken arms and rushed towards Yuan Xiaoxiao, shouting, but was knocked down by her kick.
Pim, who had just stood up, was completely gloomy now. He raised his gun and shouted angrily: "You are looking for death!"
"Mr. Piamm?"
Yuan Xiaoxiao's bloodstained face was expressionless. She stepped on Han Daxia's neck to stop him from making any sound. She twirled a knife in her hand and said with a smile, "Originally, I wanted to borrow your plane to leave together! But you didn't agree to this idiotic condition. I have no influence and was abandoned by my companions, so I had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure!"
"Now, all the hostages are dead. The only one left is this loser under my feet who can make the police hesitate. If you don't take me away, I will kill him immediately! When the police attack, we will all die together, which will be quite exciting! But if you agree, Mr. Piem, how about I give you 500,000 US dollars as compensation afterwards?"
"Oh my god, are you serious, little bitch?" A badger behind the iron gate was stunned on the spot, rubbing his paws in hesitation.
"Should we kill her right away and save Lao Han and run away?"
As the black smoke spread, the rooftop became quiet, with only the increasingly heavy breathing of someone.
Piem's face was dark, his chest was heaving, he suddenly turned around and strode towards Scanner, grabbed him by the collar, and slapped him on the face. Suddenly, a loud "slap" sound came from the roof.
After just a few hits, someone's face swelled up like a pig's head.
"It's none of my business..." Scana screamed like a pig being slaughtered: "I don't know her well!"
“It’s okay…” After venting his anger, Piem took a few deep breaths and said, “As long as I feel good, that’s all!” Then, he turned to look at Yuan Xiaoxiao, made a gesture of invitation and sneered, “Then, Miss, welcome to join our journey!”
"Thank you! You are such a gentleman!" Yuan Xiaoxiao threw the knife into the iron gate beside him, stepped on someone and bowed, then grabbed someone's hair and pulled him up, put a gun against his waist and walked towards the direction of the plane.
Hero Han kept yelling and cursing, and every time he yelled, a few hairs were lost, and soon he gasped in pain.
Pim looked at the two people passing by, narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, then waved to his men, and a group of them turned around and ran towards the plane.
Behind the iron gate, Wang Ping looked at the knife thrown at him by Yuan Xiaoxiao at his feet, a little dazed.
"What do you mean, little bitch? Is there anything special about this knife?"
The badger stretched out his claws to touch the silver knife over there, and pressed the tip of the knife with the tip of his claws. Before he could exert any force, the blade suddenly retracted into the handle. But it could not be pressed down any more after it retracted halfway, and at the same time, two steel needles similar to infusion needles suddenly popped out of the handle.
“Fuck!”
Seeing the needle tip, Wang Ping shuddered subconsciously and threw the knife away. But then, Mao Lian suddenly understood.
No wonder the little girl used this flying knife to stab other people's faces before, but only stabbed these hostages. Judging from the length of the blade, it is just enough to cause a misunderstanding but not a fatal wound. The steel needle sticking out of the handle is the key to the hostages' cooperation in the performance.
When the helicopter on the roof took off and left towards the coast, Wang Ping hurried out of the corridor and came to a hostage to confirm his guess.
As soon as I got closer, I saw white foam coming out of the hostage's mouth and his face was visibly turning black.
"Yuan Xiaoxiao, your uncle!" A badger was so angry that he jumped up and down, "It turns out that the needle doesn't contain drugs, but poison!"
However, at this moment, there was a loud bang, and the helicopter that had just flown over the sea suddenly exploded. Then there was another bigger explosion, and the helicopter turned into a fireball and crashed into the sea.
Wang Ping stood there in a daze, his mind suddenly turned into a mess.
Shot down? Old Han is dead