Thinking of this, the old wolf immediately shouted: "Don't shoot! We surrender!" Hearing this, the men beside him shouted angrily: "Boss, why surrender? They killed so many of our brothers, we will fight them Already!"
Only then did the old wolf notice that he had only thought about it for a while, and more than a dozen of his subordinates died. Although the heart was extremely sad, but for the brothers who survived, they could only shout angrily: "What are we going to fight for? They are special forces to rescue the hostages!"
Hearing this, Lao Lang's subordinates were stunned. These gangsters are not afraid of the police, because the police are afraid of death because they are greedy for money; they are not afraid of the military police, because the military police can also be bought; Knowing their identities can't be bought, and they will fight to death when they encounter resistance.
The remaining seven or eight big men followed the action of the old wolf, threw away their guns, squatted down with their heads in their hands, and shouted: "Don't shoot! We surrender!"
The laser beams shooting through the wall stopped when the old wolf shouted surrender. After Old Wolf and the others squatted down, several people bent over and held guns at an angle, wearing black holographic helmets, black special combat uniforms, and soft-soled anti-electric military boots, came in quickly and silently, and Put the gun on the foreheads of Lao Lang and others.
The old wolf, who was pressed down by the cold muzzle of the gun and lowered his head, suddenly heard the sound of hard-soled leather shoes walking outside the door, and couldn't help but slightly raised his eyes to look curiously. Because it is impossible for people in special forces to wear hard-soled leather shoes that can make noise.
Seeing the face of the gentlemanly young man in a neat suit standing at the door, Lao Lang was only taken aback for a moment, but he was not surprised. That person is the Secretary of the Director of the Intelligence Department, and his status is equivalent to the adjutant of the Director of the Gendarmerie Department. It is normal for him to lead a team to rescue the hostages.
The secretary of the chief of the intelligence department glanced at everyone, but before he could speak, a soldier from the special forces ran in from the door and saluted him, saying, "Report sir, none of the eight hostages were injured or injured, and all of them were rescued safely. During the rescue, 13 terrorists were killed, and no special forces were injured."
When the old wolf heard what the soldier said, he knew that all the women who took care of the eight disasters had been killed. Thinking that his wife and daughter were among them, Lao Lang's heart felt like it was splitting apart, and he stayed there as if he had lost his soul.
A burly man who heard his woman being killed suddenly roared in grief: "Xiao Li! I will fight with you!" But he just moved his body before he was shot dead by the soldiers beside him, turning into a corpse Burnt corpse. And the other big man who was panicking and defending: "We are not terrorists!" was shot dead as soon as he yelled this.
The secretary of the Director of the Intelligence Department seemed not to have seen the tragic scene in front of him. After tidying up his sleeves, he casually said, "All dead."
As his words fell, there were several faint sounds of pulling the trigger, and the remaining big men turned into charred corpses. The secretary frowned, slapped his nose a few times with his hands and said, "The smell is really bad, start cleaning up the scene." The soldiers immediately got busy after standing at attention and saluting.
The secretary who turned to go out straightened his tie and asked a soldier beside him, "Is my tie straightened?" The soldier looked at the secretary and nodded. A smile appeared on the secretary's face, he patted the soldier's shoulder and said with a smile, "Come on, let's kiss the beautiful Snow White awake."
Elsie slammed open the door of a computer room, and said to Ling Li who was looking back at her, "Quick, the chief of intelligence is here, go to the chief."
Ling Li didn't look like Elsie imagined by jumping up and rushing out the door when she heard this. Instead, she pointed to the three-dimensional computer screen and said, "Look at this."
Although Elsie was very impatient, Ling Li's words immediately aroused her curiosity. She walked forward to take a look, and what she saw was a screen full of dense numbers, and she couldn't help but asked strangely: "What's so interesting about these numbers?"
Ling Li pressed the button, pointed to a row of numbers with the cursor and said, "These are the account numbers for remittance, and this is the account number for remittance. Don't you see it yet?"
It was only then that Elsie realized that these numbers were the bank information from which the funds were remitted, and she asked strangely, "Why are you looking for these? Why are all these accounts remitted to the same account?"
Ling Li clicked while controlling the mouse and said: "Not one but three. Sigh, I was looking for information on the Internet. When I went to the bank to look for it, I didn't expect to find that there are tens of thousands of accounts that deposit a sum of money every month. Huge sums of money went into these three accounts."
Elsie couldn't help being stunned when she heard the words: "I know your technology is superb, but I didn't expect you to be able to hack into the universe bank to find information!"
Hearing that Elsie was surprised by this, Ling Li couldn't help but slapped her head and said, "Please! Didn't you think of other things? Besides, how could a cosmic bank like the Cosmos Bank be so easy to break into? The one I entered is Manlanxing Bank."
Elsie was still puzzled and asked: "Why did you think of anything else? Even if the intruder is the Manlanxing Bank, it is very powerful. If it were me, I would not be able to get in for 10,000 years."
"Who told you to spend all your free time playing with cannons?" Ling Li shook her head helplessly and said, "Oh, let me tell you directly, these three accounts belong to the Police Department, the Gendarmerie Department, and the Entry-Exit Management Department. The official account, and those tens of thousands of accounts are Manlanxing's corporate accounts and private accounts. So you should know what's going on?" After speaking, he gave Elsie a look.
Elsie tilted her head and thought for a while and said, "You mean, the gangsters on this planet give money to those three departments every month, which means that these three departments are closely related to the gangs?"
Ling Li nodded and said solemnly: "Yes, the official forces of the entire planet and gangster forces are in the same group. It is impossible for us alone to oppose the entire planet!"
Although Elsie didn't quite understand, she also felt that the matter was serious. She frowned and said, "It shouldn't be a problem for us to add the Intelligence Department..." As soon as she said this, she immediately denied it: "The Intelligence Department is also afraid They, and maybe the Intelligence Department is also with them. Sigh, let the chief worry about it.” Then, he was about to pull Lingli out of the computer room.
Ling Li hurriedly shouted: "Wait a minute, let me print out these materials!"
Elsie had no choice but to let go and said, "Hurry up, we're already late." Ling Li didn't say much, and quickly transferred the data into a three-dimensional display card.
Mandela said to Tang Long with a solemn face: "Mr. Tang Long, according to the information from the informant, at noon today, the Diewu Club indeed sent people to kidnap 8 young women with ecstasy in the xx shopping mall. According to the informant, they This operation was targeted."
Tang Long, who clenched his fists tightly, couldn't help being stunned when he heard the words. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Targeted? So they targeted us early in the morning? I don't remember anyone offending the Butterfly Ball."
Mandela smiled wryly and said, "You may have forgotten that those hooligans you beat up in the hotel coffee room were from the Butterfly Ball."
Tang Long smashed the exquisite tea set in front of him to pieces with one punch, jumped up and gnashed his teeth and roared, "Damn it! If I knew they would be so despicable, I would have killed them at that time!" Tang Long was about to lose his temper, Seeing the female officers looking at him in puzzlement, he hurriedly apologized to them deeply: "I'm sorry, I caused all these troubles because I couldn't help it for a while." As he spoke, he told about the fight with the hooligans. The reason for the fight, Tang Long only mentioned the reason of the quarrel, he would not say the real reason.
Before Yuna and the others had time to speak, Mandela said first: "Mr. Tang Long, you don't have to blame yourself. Your subordinates are so beautiful. Those hooligans must have been eyeing you early in the morning. Even if there is no such thing as a fight , your subordinates will also disappear, because for the Butterfly Dance Club, your subordinates are tools that can make a lot of money."
Hearing the word tool, the female officers all bowed their heads because they remembered the tragic past. Seeing this scene, Tang Long hurriedly changed the subject and asked Mandela, "Mr. Mandela, do you know where the headquarters of the Butterfly Ball is?"
Mandela nodded, Tang Long resisted the movement of grabbing Mandela's shoulders, restrained his eagerness and said, "Can you tell me?" Hearing Tang Long's question, the female officers also calmed down and eagerly Look at Mandela.
Mandela sighed and said, "Mr. Tang Long, the captive women will not be placed in the headquarters of the Butterfly Dance Club. They will be sent to other planets for training immediately, and they will be sent back after a few months."
Tang Long grabbed Mandela's shoulders and said eagerly, "What?! They were sent away! Which planet were they sent to?" Mandela's words surprised everyone, and they were sent away. Isn't that the end? The universe is so big, how do we find it? The female officers showed a sad look. They mourned for the missing sisters. Their sisters were finally free, but now they are about to fall into the fire pit again.
Mandela, who felt that his shoulders were clamped by iron clamps, hurriedly said: "Although their habit is like this, they haven't sent them away this time! Because of that concert, people from the two major companies came here after hearing the news." The tourists can only go in and out, and the space port is already crowded, Diewu is afraid that people will notice if they leave now, so they plan to send them away after the concert is over!"
Hearing this, Tang Long immediately let go of Mandela's shoulders, and said weakly, "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive." Then he sat back on the chair lazily.
Mandela said softly on his shoulders: "It doesn't matter. According to the news from the informant, the Butterfly Dance Party will send people away through the space port after 7 o'clock tomorrow night, that is, after the concert starts. Sorry, my informant is at The level in the Butterfly Dance Party is not high, so we can only find out about this news, not where the missing woman was detained or where she started from."
"Thank you, these news are enough." Tang Long nodded gratefully.
At this time Yuna said aloud: "Mr. Mandela, I wonder if I can trouble you to ask the Gendarmerie Division or the Police Division to seal off the spaceport at that time?"
Mandela was stunned. Although he didn't know the identity of this woman, the whole room except Tang Long talked to her, so she should be number two. Before Mandela could answer, a voice came from the door: "No!"
Hearing this voice, everyone turned towards the door. Mandela saw Ling Li and Elsie entering the door, and couldn't help sighing inwardly: "As expected of a company of military prostitutes, every woman is so outstanding."
"Why?" Yuna asked curiously.
"Because the Department of Police, the Department of Gendarmerie, and the Immigration Department colluded with the gangsters on this planet. This is evidence." Ling Li saluted Tang Long, and handed the card to Tang Long while speaking.
Tang Long took it and pressed it, and the information in the card immediately appeared. Mandela next to him knew what it was just by looking at the materials, because he also had the materials in his hand. He couldn't help being surprised that the military prostitute company had such a computer expert, and he also felt lucky for himself. Thanks to my habit of accepting cash, if I use a bank transfer like those fools who are greedy for convenience, my information must also be in this card. If that was the case, he would definitely be killed by the angry Tang Long on the spot!
Tang Long just glanced at the card and threw the card to Yuna, with a gloomy smile on his lips, and said coldly: "Well, these three departments can earn billions of dollars in income every month. Hehe , the account named Nightless Palace gave the most, more than 100 million every month. Mr. Mandela, believe that there is an unusual relationship between this Nightless Palace and the Butterfly Dance Club?"
Mandela, who was made a little nervous by Tang Long's smile, nodded hurriedly and said, "Never Night Palace is the company name of the Die Dance Club, and it is also the name of the nightclub they use as their headquarters."
Tang Long stood up abruptly and said, "Okay, thank you very much Mr. Mandela for providing such important news..."
Hearing this tone, Mandela knew it was the words to see off the guests, and quickly stood up and interrupted Tang Long: "Mr. Tang Long, I know you must rescue your subordinates, but please don't act rashly, because the Die Wu Club has nearly With 50,000 members, and all kinds of light weapons, the military strength is equivalent to the local reserve force!"
Speaking of this, Mandela saw the surprised expressions of Tang Long and the surrounding female officers, and knew it was time to work harder, so he pretended to think and said with the expression he only had when making difficult decisions: "You are here When encountering difficulties, immediately think of our intelligence department, since you think highly of the intelligence department, I decided to help you rescue your subordinates."
After Mandela said this, he was satisfied to see Tang Long and the others looking at him with grateful and surprised eyes. He cleared his throat and said, "Although our intelligence department does not have much military power, we can help you Suppress the Police Department and Gendarmerie Department in the official arena. Don’t help the Butterfly Dance Party, and we can also contact you with some skilled mercenaries. As long as you agree, I will definitely be able to invite a mercenary before 5 o’clock tomorrow. Just arrest Be on time, I believe you will be able to rescue your subordinates."
In fact, Mandela is also in a bit of a dilemma now, because Tang Long already knows that the Gendarmerie Division is with Die Wuhui. It's not that Tang Long can't know, it's just that if he knows it too early, he won't know how to explain the military police general's attack on the Butterfly Ball in the near future. Alas, it seems that I haven't fully grasped the situation yet. But that's good too, when Tang Long framed the Gendarmerie Division, it was easier for Tang Long to believe it. Thinking of this, Mandela suddenly knew how to explain the reason for the war between the Gendarmerie Council and the Butterfly Dance Club.
Yuna glanced at Tang Long, and found that Tang Long seemed to be thinking about something. In order not to be cold, Yuna had no choice but to say: "Mr. Mandela, thank you for your help. With the help of mercenaries, we will be able to rescue our companions. But we These people are all soldiers, and we all hope to be able to personally participate in the rescue of our companions. I wonder if you can provide weapons? Please rest assured that we are all qualified soldiers and will not hold back the mercenaries."
Mandela, who was relieved at first, was in a dilemma again. Originally, he wanted to borrow other people's hands to send weapons to Tang Long, but now he has to provide weapons himself? If it is found out afterwards that he supplied the weapons himself, the military department, which has long been displeased with the intelligence system, will definitely attack. If I was transferred, wouldn't I give away the benefits I finally got? But if you want to refuse, how can you refuse
Tang Long, who was thinking about something at this time, said to the embarrassed Mandela: "Mr. Mandela, don't be embarrassed. I have a way to get weapons. Mr. Mandela can help me hire mercenaries and collect intelligence." That's it."
Mandela was stunned for a while. Although he didn't know how Tang Long could get the weapon, but because it would save him from embarrassing himself, he readily agreed. After discussing some details, everyone sent Mandela out of the gate.
As soon as the outsider left, the curious Elsie immediately asked Tang Long: "Sir, how can you get weapons?"
Tang Long didn't answer, but instead asked Yuna: "Yuna, how many people in our company can use special forces equipment?"
Yuna swayed slightly when she heard the words. Too bad, she didn't even know how many people in the entire company could use it. Hey, why didn't I ask these things before? Otherwise, I would not be speechless now. Well, after the event, we must inquire about the various situations of the company, and keep them in mind, otherwise how can we be a big sister.
Although Yuna thought so in her heart, she was not an ignorant person, so after Tang Long questioned her, she hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, sir, I have to ask Second Lieutenant Jess for the details."
Before Tang Long could speak, Jess immediately saluted and said, "Sir, including the special forces, there are currently 135 people in our company who can use special equipment."
Elsie, who didn't get an answer, asked again persistently: "Sir, you haven't said how to get the weapons yet? And why do you want to know the number of people who can use special equipment?"
Tang Long really had nothing to do with this subordinate who was sometimes shy, sometimes indifferent, and sometimes coquettish. Why was this woman not like Ling Li, who kept her true indifferent personality after her shy fake personality was exposed by him? Tang Long, who didn't understand, had to smile wryly and replied: "I'm going to ask the arms dealer to bring the weapons."