Vigo Manor, in Vigo's own large, luxurious and comfortable bedroom, the real Vigo, wearing a nightgown, sat comfortably on the sofa.
Opposite him, sat a middle-aged man with a thin cheek and a serious expression.
This person is none other than Norman Osborne, a business tycoon in the field of biotechnology and chairman of the Osborne Group.
Vigo lit a cigar for himself, took a deep breath, and smiled at Norman: "Don't be so nervous, brother. Would you like one of the latest imported Cuban cigars?"
Norman said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, Vigo. You must have something important to do by meeting me so mysteriously. Tell me quickly, I still have an important experiment to do."
"Aoshi Group has always been a leader in biotechnology, so I wonder if there is any research on human experiments."
Norman looked at Vigo suspiciously: "What do you mean? Our Aoshi Group has always abided by the law and has never done any experiments that violate human ethics or the law."
Vigo laughed when he heard this, like an old fox who stole a chicken: "Then if there is a potion that can greatly enhance a person's physique, brother, would you be interested?"
Norman narrowed his eyes: "How big can a big difference be?"
Vigo picked up the remote control and turned on the TV: "You'll know after you see it."
On the TV screen, Hans was showing something that made everyone's scalp numb: "This bomb vest is the latest product of our Super Tiger Organization. In addition to five kilograms of TNT explosives embedded with steel balls, it also has a built-in electronic sensor. Device. Once it detects leaving the building, the vest will automatically detonate."
As he said that, he made a gesture: "Come on, put it on for Young Master Tony first."
Happy wanted to protect his boss, but he hit him with the butt of his gun and immediately became honest.
Tony knew that he was being hunted by others and was unable to resist at all, so he signaled Happy to stop struggling, took the initiative to step forward, and asked Hans's men to put on the bomb vest for him.
After being locked firmly, Hans nodded with satisfaction and introduced to the camera: "Did you see that once it explodes, the steel balls inside will be shot out in all directions. In other words, not only one person will die by then. , but everyone within a fifty-meter radius.”
When everyone heard this, they all shrank back subconsciously, trying to keep a distance from Tony.
Hans laughed: "Don't panic or be anxious. After all, each of you has his own way."
Seeing the frightened expressions on the faces of these rich people, Hans smiled maliciously and said: "After putting it on, everyone is in the same boat. If something happens to one person, no one can run away."
"If anyone resists, boom"
"If anyone escapes, Boom"
"If the communication signal is cut off, boom"
"If the power to this building is cut off, boom"
"And the most important thing," Hans looked at the camera and said with a grin, "my companion, Zheng, is watching the live broadcast outside. If someone cuts off the live broadcast, even if it is only for five seconds, he will directly detonate the bomb."
"That's right, don't think that you can save these people by killing us. The remote control of the bomb vest is not in the building, but in the hands of anyone anywhere in New York City."
"So whether it's NIA or SWAT, don't act rashly. After all, the big shots who control half of the US economy are all in my hands."
Hans took out an electronic screen that was counting down, put it in front of Tony, and then motioned to the cameraman to focus the camera on Tony: "Remember, you only have eleven hours and fifty minutes left."
At this time, not only the whole of New York, but even half of the United States was in chaos. These kidnapped rich people are all well-known figures, and they are inextricably linked to the official military. Even the phone number of the White House was exploded.
President Robert, who had just returned to his farm to celebrate Christmas with his family, had to return to the White House urgently to listen to reports from his staff and national security adviser.
As for Mayor Pulis, he was stuck in the office and couldn't get out. The angry family members of the hostages directly surrounded the city hall. Especially after they learned that it was Pulis who ordered the guards who originally guarded the Zhengfang Building to be transferred back to the city hall, the protesters became even more angry. Bricks, eggs and tomatoes were all thrown into the mayor's office.
Pulis almost hid under the desk, holding the landline microphone and roaring: "Damn it, Manager Willy, when will you NIA be able to take action?"
Willy said angrily: "How to act? You should have seen the methods of those thugs. If we act without authorization and they detonate the bomb on the hostage, who will bear the responsibility?"
Pulis was speechless.
Willy said coldly: "We have now sealed off all areas near the building and evacuated all citizens. However, our NIA New York branch will never act without authorization without receiving orders from superiors."
With that said, Willy hung up the phone directly.
Listening to the blind tone coming from the microphone, Pulis shivered and put the microphone back. Listening to the increasingly fierce protests outside the window, he gritted his teeth and picked up the phone again: "I am Mayor Price. Now I declare a state of emergency in New York City. The National Guard can go to the streets to maintain order. Damn it. Come to the city hall first and rescue me.”
It has to be said that a large part of the responsibility for the separation and divorce of Macallan, an outstanding and beautiful woman like Holly, lies with Macallan. For example, now, only a short time has passed, and this guy McCarron is already drinking too much on the tenth floor.
Under a certain dining table, he fell asleep with a bottle of wine in his arms. The long white tablecloth almost fell to the ground, just covering his figure.
So the two masked thugs tasked with searching the building didn't find McCarron.
Luckily this guy doesn't snore.
After the two thugs briefly searched this floor, they did not leave. Instead, they stayed here and started eating and drinking.
It seems that Hans didn't take care of dinner before taking action. These two brothers were so hungry that they couldn't move their legs when they saw something delicious.
"The food tastes really good."
"Yeah, those damn rich people, there's no one here, and they've prepared so much delicious food."
"I guess these are prepared for special guests."
"Haha, aren't we special guests?"
The unbridled laughter woke up Macallan under the dining table. He blinked sleepily and was about to get out, but the conversation he heard next made him break out in a cold sweat.
"I heard from the brothers above that there are several good-looking girls among the hostages above."
"Really? I don't know that Tou Yun won't allow us to have fun after the mission is completed."
"You are stupid. You can find any reason to drag them out, just push them to the ground and do it. When you are done, they will be shot and killed, and then you will say that they want to escape."
"This is a good idea. Ask the brothers upstairs to pick out all the good-looking girls."
"They have been doing this for a long time, and they even took photos and sent them to me. You can see how they look, especially the one wearing a red miniskirt. He looks very wild on the bed."
"On the contrary, I like this. Young women like this who have been married and had children are the most charming."
"Oh, I know. She is the assistant of the old Japanese man. Her name seems to be Holly. I didn't expect you to like this type of person. No problem. We will go up in a while and she will be yours."
"Bang bang bang"
Food and cutlery flew across the table, and bullets whizzed out from under the table, turning the two greedy, talkative, and astringent brothers into a hornet's nest.